Before the groom could follow his instruction, a third man appeared on the rooftop.
"There is no fire like passion. There is no shark like hatred. There is no snare like folly. There is no torrent like greed."
"Hm, Henry? What do you mean?" Vivi asked, lifting her head from the wooden roof. A bed of flowers had cushioned it for her.
The monk remained silent, letting the wedding unfold. The groom opened the box and took out a silvery sword with azure hues on the broad side of the blade. When placed in the sun, it turned entirely azure.
"I will treasure this sword. Thank you, Father-in-law!" The groom cupped his fist, keeping the sword in his hand. The gift-giver shook his head and raised a cup of wine as he gave a speech.
"In the presence of these two ancient and esteemed families, we gather today for a momentous occasion that marks not only the union of Tenessa and Jonathan but also the harmonious joining of our once rival families.
