Gunther von Saxon rode next to his son Wilhelm von Saxon, his champion Sir Leopold von Stockholm, and his son’s champion Gilbert von Danzig. Gunther’s wife Claudia, daughter Johanna, and his new daughter-in-law Navaris sat in the carriage. They were riding to Azeratii City to have a wedding between Jutarian Krestarii and Johanna. Jutarian and Johanna are childhood friends and Johanna seemed ecstatic about the marriage, unlike Wilhelm. Gunther looked at his son and mentally investigated him again. Why would that boy not be happy about marrying Navaris? She is exceptionally beautiful and kind. She is a little independent and fiery, but that just made her sexier. Gunther honestly had never once thought of the truth. He also had never heard of the rumors surrounding his son. They were never made known to him for fear of punishment, a very advisable fear for if Gunther had heard that he would have punished the speaker.
Azeratii City loomed ahead. Its tall walls were almost as formidable as the Golden City that Gunther was still uncomfortable in. Why would men crowd together like that? They live crammed up next to each other like sardines, sometimes bathing in their own feces. A disgusting place, these cities, but the palaces were beautiful. Even Gunther would admit that. The lords of the South were wealthy, that much is true. Their wealth is built off of rivers of blood and iron. The von Saxon wealth comes from trading wheat and sausages. Something many would say is a harmless business practice, yet Freidrich von Saxon had assisted in razing in the razing of Vlashian. Not for honor, but because they were stealing wheat.
As they approached the Gate of Heroes, they saw the damage that the Cortorii attack had caused. Many of the statues that had adorned the mighty gate laid in ruins, and several of the watch towers had been reduced to rubble. Regardless, the Azeratii harpy still flew over the gates. As they approached the gates, a honor guard of several Palace Guard, led by Atarian Krestarii, Champion of Azeratii.
"Well come my friends, or future family, you choose," Atarian jested. Turning to a guard, Atarian ordered, "Go tell the Palace that our guests have arrived."
Jutarian was sitting, looking out the window. He had a lot to think about. He had managed to gain a small reputation as a womanizer, something he was. He greatly enjoyed the company of women, something his father did not approve of. He was also about to get married. He most certainly had feelings for Johanna, and wanted to be a good husband for her. He also knew that if she ever found out that he had many affairs, it would probably break her heart. His thoughts were disturbed be the arrival of his father.
"Son, I have just received word, the von Saxon's have entered the city. Your uncle is with them. I need you to get ready, while I fetch your mother, and sister for a formal greeting."
"Yes father," Jutarian replied, as his father departed. Regardless of what the future would bring, this day was for him and Johanna, and by the goddess, he would make it be the best day of her life.
Zerantianii Krestarii is an interesting women. For one, she was completely crazy, and for two, she also had no desire for power. She also only cares for her children. Add on top of that she doesn't like her husband, and that makes her an interesting women. For example, she almost always stays in her room, in almost complete darkness, and only allows her family, and select servants to enter. This is the state her husband found her in when he entered the room to tell her about the von Saxon arrival.
"Sweetheart, the von Saxon's have arrived. You agreed you would great them," Asharian prodded.
"How many times have I told you not to try to flatter me, it won't work," Lady Krestarii growled back.
"Of course my lady, but your really must come, Gunther von Saxon is expecting you to be there."
That got Zerantianii to move, "Gunther will be here?"
"Of course my dear, he wouldn't miss his own daughter's wedding," Asharian jokingly prodded," freshen up, and come along. We are expected."
As the von Saxon's entered the throne room, the entire Krestarii family was waiting for them. Asharian sat on his throne, wearing the thin gold band that designated him Lord of Azeratii. Jutarian was at his side, wearing a handsome golden cloak. Zerantianii sat at her husbands throne, looking as beautiful as possible for Gunther. Finally, Anastanii wore a large, flowing gown, that almost hid the large bump that was her belly.
Asharian rose, "welcome my friends, I hope we can all agree that this is a happy, and joyous time for our two families, as we will finally be joined by blood. I am also happy to announce that the ceremony, and of course most importantly, the feast will be held tomorrow. It is late, and I recommend you all retire to your rooms."
With that the families shuffled out.
Jutarian was heading to Wilhelm's room to visit his friend. He wanted to talk to him before the wedding in order to hopefully sort over some of his jitters about marring Johanna. As he approached the room, the one person he really did not want to talk to right now exited, Johanna.
"Hey Jutarian! Fancy seeing your right now."
She was wearing a simple yellow dress, but it was made out of the best Imperial silks, her long blond hair flowing around her shoulders, and she looked ravishing in it to Jutarian. This only complemented the fact that she was already extremely pretty, often regarded as the most beautiful women in North Eccelstus.
"I must say Johanna, Southern styles fit you very well. You look absolutely amazing right now," Jutarian blurted out without thinking.
Blushing Johanna replied, "Thank you. You should wait tell tomorrow night to talk to me like that. What brings you to my brothers quarters, Jutarian?"
"I just wanted to talk to him. I must confess, I am a bit nervous for tomorrow," Jutarian replied.
"I am to. That is why I went to talk to him. I would send you in, but I left since Gilbert just arrived, and well, I don't think either of us want to be around for that," Johanna jokingly replied.
"Of course Gilbert showed up," Jutarian said with slight disgust. He did not like Gilbert, a fact Wilhelm did not know, but Jutarian had confessed to Johanna a long time ago.
"He is not that bad. He is a really nice and really good with a sword. He is also very attractive. Don't fret, you are still more handsome than him."
This caused Jutarian to blush, "Thank you Johanna, I kind of needed that. Regardless, you know why I don't like him..."
"Jutarian, how many times do I have to tell you, Gilbert will never replace you as Wilhelm's best friend. Regardless, I feel we should probably both go get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow."
Walking up, Johanna gave Jutarian a big, grabbed his hand, and gave him a brief kiss on the cheek, before turning to leave, her hand remaining in his for a brief moment longer, before slipping out. She then entered her room, which was across the hall, and disappeared inside.
Morning of the Wedding
Johanna was just finishing her breakfast in her room, when Anastanii walked in. She was wearing a beautiful dress, that was large enough that it covered her belly.
"Johanna, it is time for you to get ready. The guests are starting to arrive."
"Fine, I shall get ready," turning to her handmaiden she said, "please bring me my wedding dress."
The handmaiden brought out a long, gorgeous gown green, embroidered with golden silk. Krestarii wedding dresses are interesting. They are designed so they can be put on and off very easily, and smoothly, for the bedding, but a large belt is put on that prevents the wearer from taking it off, but someone else can, if they are in very close to the wearer. The belt was solid gold, with it being designed to look like leaves, and on the front, it formed a crown with leaves running threw it, the sigil of the von Saxons.
Watching her best friend get dressed for a wedding with her brother, Anastanii, blurted out a secret she had hid from her friend, "my brother is a womanizer. I am sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I know you are madly in love with him, and I didn't want to hurt you."
Johanna replied with something Anastanii didn't expect, "Wilhelm told me this over a year ago, he didn't want to see me get hurt. I have now come to accept the fact your brother isn't perfect."
With that, Johanna turned and left for her wedding.
As Johanna entered the Cathedral of Azeratii, she saw lines of important people from across the city, and neighboring realms. At the end of the long hall, standing on a platform was Jutarian, looking incredibly handsome, his father, and the City Mage, who would bless the marriage in the name of the Krestarii Goddess, and perform the ceremony. While the Mage didn't worship the goddess, the traditions of the Azeratii family dictated that he did the ceremony.
Johanna's father stepped up beside her and took her by her arm, and leader her up to the waiting Krestarii. He left her standing right in front of Jutarian.
As soon as she arrived, and the mage started droning on about stuff, Jutarian whispered her to her so quietly only the two of them could her, "Before we get married, I want you to know that I legitimately love you, and want to be with you."
Shocked, Johanna whispered back the only thing she could think of, "I love you as well."
It was about this time that the mage stopped talking and said, "do you both agree to love each other, respect each other, and care for each other tell the end of your days?"
The two replied, "Yes, we do."
The mage then said, "prove it," and produced the ritual dagger. Taking it first, by tradition, Johanna cut her hand open. She then placed it on the side of the neck of Jutarian, so that it left long line of blood. Jutarian then took the dagger, and did the something.
Seeing the two with their bloody hands on each others necks, the mage then proclaimed, "I now pronounce you two in equal, and eternal marriage."
With that, the ceremony was done.
The feast afterwards was a great one. Much food was eaten, wine was consumed in vast quantities, and much dancing was to be had. Jutarian was prevented from drinking to much by his new wife. As the two laughed and joked, it was apparent to everyone that the two got along very long. They did not notice that for most of the feast, the two newlyweds were holding hands under the table. When it came time to dance, the two showed off their remarkable dance skills. Most of the Azeratiians did no know that the two were actually learned how to dance together. The party was so good that no one noticed Anastanii being sent off at the beginning, or the fact Zerantianii wasn't present. When the night turned late, Jutarian led his new wife away to his bedroom for the bedding.
After they entered, Johanna slid her hand around her husbands waist, and leaned his head against his back, "Well, I guess we are married."
"Nonsense, the best part hasn't happened yet," Jutarian wryly replied.
Spinning around, Jutarian wrapped his arms around his wife's belt, and gave her a long kiss, "We aren't done yet."
Reaching up, Johanna pulled undid Jutarian's, jacket and began pulling it off, as Jutarian in turn undid her hair, the golden hair falling behind her back.
Rubbing her hand on Jutarian's chest, she replied, "of course not. You aren't mine yet."
"Hm,"Jutarian replied as he undid her golden belt, letting it drop onto the floor, "we shall see about that."
Pulling of her dress, the two fell onto the bed, and their marriage truly began.