The wedding was a small affair, held in a garden on Naboo. Starlin would've liked for Syd to be the officiant, but since she was gone they settled on a local clergyman who agreed to perform the ceremony free of charge.
The guest list was painfully short, but hey, that meant catering would cost less. Starlin invited his former Padawan Makko Vyres and a few of his old colleagues from the Order, if they could make it. Isolda was going to have no one from her side, but Starlin convinced her to try contacting some of her comrades, school friends, anyone she could think of that might still be alive. A grizzled old one-eyed Essonian instructor who had taught her how to wield a blade ended up walking her down the aisle, while Kyla and Lara served as her bridesmaids.
Starlin managed to squeeze into a suit he hadn't worn in over a decade. Isolda insisted on wearing an armored breastplate over her bridal gown. After all, what if they were attacked in the middle of the ceremony? She rocked it, naturally.
When they stood together at the altar, surrounded by what was left of their loved ones, Starlin knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be. They exchanged rings, uttered vows that bound them together forevermore, and signed their names on the marriage contracts.
"Well, that's that," Isolda muttered, though she couldn't take her eyes off him. Starlin held her gaze, feeling the happiest he had ever been.
"Now kiss her!" Kyla exclaimed. The cry was taken up by a few of the others.
"Kiss her! Kiss her!"
Isolda blushed bright red. Starlin laughed. "I think we had better give the people what they're asking for," he said, holding out his arms.
She embraced him. "I suppose it's the only way to make things official..."
They kissed to the cheers of their friends. And for one brief shining moment, everything was perfect.
The guest list was painfully short, but hey, that meant catering would cost less. Starlin invited his former Padawan Makko Vyres and a few of his old colleagues from the Order, if they could make it. Isolda was going to have no one from her side, but Starlin convinced her to try contacting some of her comrades, school friends, anyone she could think of that might still be alive. A grizzled old one-eyed Essonian instructor who had taught her how to wield a blade ended up walking her down the aisle, while Kyla and Lara served as her bridesmaids.
Starlin managed to squeeze into a suit he hadn't worn in over a decade. Isolda insisted on wearing an armored breastplate over her bridal gown. After all, what if they were attacked in the middle of the ceremony? She rocked it, naturally.
When they stood together at the altar, surrounded by what was left of their loved ones, Starlin knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be. They exchanged rings, uttered vows that bound them together forevermore, and signed their names on the marriage contracts.
"Well, that's that," Isolda muttered, though she couldn't take her eyes off him. Starlin held her gaze, feeling the happiest he had ever been.
"Now kiss her!" Kyla exclaimed. The cry was taken up by a few of the others.
"Kiss her! Kiss her!"
Isolda blushed bright red. Starlin laughed. "I think we had better give the people what they're asking for," he said, holding out his arms.
She embraced him. "I suppose it's the only way to make things official..."
They kissed to the cheers of their friends. And for one brief shining moment, everything was perfect.
