Faction You Are Cordially Invited (Diarchy, House Sancetti)

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I listen carefully as they speak. It's an intriguing choice though a risky one. After all, unlocking Sith holocrons could very well be within their reach. I happen to have a few in my own possession, tucked neatly away on a nearby shelf.


"It seems we'll be able to do business, then. Once the festivities are over, you can take me to your employer. I accept to negociate with you later. "

With a friendly smile, I also take a moment to notice that the ceremony is progressing. Turning toward the back of the hall, I briefly watch the scene unfolding in a peaceful rhythm before bringing my attention back to my partner seated beside me.

"I don't mind sharing the contents of the holocrons purely for educational purposes, as you say."

Accompanied by a subtle smile and a knowing wink, I imply my agreement to this small business proposition.

Velda Praz

 

[Xian Xiao]

The older teen sat at the end of the group and looked up when her master stood up. The excuse he gave for leaving her alone with the one person she had no desire to be left with was that he needed to prepare to play for the first dance. Giving him a look that could have set him on fire if she wanted, she silently watched as he left and totally ignored Laphisto and his apprentice.

Instead of thinking about her rotten fate for the time being, she decided to look around the venue and see the beauty around her. For the few minutes he took to get ready, at least. Once the music started, she only had eyes for him. The tune was slow and sweet. Then the thought of her getting married barged into her mind, and she wondered if he would play something for her when it happened. When it happened...there wasn't anybody she wanted to marry right now. Her insecurity reared its head, and she simply sat in her chair.

 

[Vyllia Sancetti]

Objective: Get hitched
Location: Sancetti Tower, San City, Zeta-0-9
Outfit: Wedding Dress
Tag: @Maldor Mecetti

Vyllia could feel the emotion in the air. She could almost sense Maldor's tears forming. She gave his hand a comforting squeeze. She had been holding it together rather well after having to calm her nerves to deliver her vows. There was just a bit of ceremony left and then they would truly be one.

With papers and agreements of the formation of House Sancetti complete and signed, Vyllia didn't really understand the tradition of asking for any who would object to their union. She did not stand in the way of Tapani traditions, but this one seemed foolish. A smirk formed on her lips as she imagined someone stepping forward to challenge and facing Reign. Of course no one invited had any objections and they quickly moved beyond that to…the kiss.

Maldor came closer and their lips pressed together. Vyllia wrapped her arms around Maldor and held him close. The kiss was passionate without being over the top, ending before the gathered observers turned on them. Following the kiss Maldor took Vyllia by the hand and led her from the chapel to the grand hall. It looked marvelous, but by the time Vyllia had taken it all in, the guests had settled and they were ready for the First Dance.

Maldor had explained the ancient Tapani tradition of the show that the husband and wife shared with their guests. She was quite glad to hear that experience would be a private moment. It seems even Tapani customs have room for evolution.

Diarch Rellik played a beautiful song as the couple stood in the middle of the marble dance floor. "This is the most wonderful moment of my life,"[/font] she said as they prepared to start their dance. As she followed Maldor's lead into the rhythm of the dance her eyes started to water and she rested her head against his shoulder. When the dance ended it would be time for merriment. Now she wanted to be one with her emotions and cling onto her new husband, her safe spot in a chaotic galaxy.

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Iandre moved slightly when Rellik excused himself, and she met his gaze as he went past her. After he left, the spot next to her was empty, and she gave his apprentice a warm smile. It didn't bother her that it was ignored, and she shrugged. There would be time in the future to talk to her. Turning her attention back to the wedding, she wasn't entirely ready for his performance.

As he played, she closed her eyes and fell into the song and melody. He is confident in his playing, and the music doesn't falter. She allowed the timbres and tones to fill her mind, and she smiled again, remembering their previous dance.

When the song ended, she opened her eyes to see the married couple standing in each other's arms. Sliding her eyes to Rellik, she nodded silently and kept the smile on her face. If others started to get up to dance, she would wait for him to come and ask her to dance.

Diarch Rellik Xian Xiao

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : OPEN

Makai thought it an interesting tradition for other couples to join the newlyweds on the dancefloor. Or perhaps it was just the wish of the bride and groom. After all, it wasn't often that a Diarch broke out a musical instrument and played at one's matrimonial ceremony. An honor, to be sure. A memory the couple would certainly cherish.

Since he was flying solo, the half-Galan wasn't dancing. He could manage, but it wasn't an activity he was eager to partake in. Besides, it seemed kind of pointless, his wife was his preferred dance partner.

Instead, he had snagged a glass of wine and watched from the sidelines. Plenty of wedding left to enjoy after all.

 

[Maldor Sancetti]

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The notes began to play. Strings plucked in rhythm. The fabric of sound that would lay the foundation of their lives.

Maldor was grateful to the Diarch for composing and playing the piece.

Her hand in his. His gaze upon hers. The smile on her lips reflected on his own. The step. The sway. Two people in concert, moving as one.

"This is the most wonderful moment of my life," she said, and his heart lifted with her words and the swell of the music in the air.

"And mine," he told her, "until tomorrow. And tomorrow. And all of our tomorrows."

And the tomorrows of those who will follow us, he thought.

He wondered if it would be a girl, first. Or a boy. He only knew that they would be beautiful. An ounce of Vyllia would make any child beautiful. A drop of her had made his life more beautiful. And now he had much more than a drop. He had all of her, and she had all of him.

He couldn't imagine that his own parents had ever been so imbued with joy.

The arranged marriages of the Tapani sector must all pale in comparison to this. They built atop mutual interest. Upon legacy. Upon assets.

By chance, Maldor and Vyllia had all of these things.

But he recalled that magic moment atop a rooftop in the heart of the Empire. A moment when all of the rules fell away. All of the logical reasons were moot. He'd stood with a blazing blade, and he'd stolen away this woman for only one mad reason.

They had something greater than a well-structured merger. They had something more perfect than practicality.

They were imbued with a Force that seemed to permeate the universe. Penetrating all living things. Shaping fates, directing Destinies.

They had their Love.

Now, and always.


Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Lyssara Thrynn Xian Xiao Makai Dashiell Merion Oreno Rokul Zara Saga Kyra Banuelos Roxxann Tane Iandre Athlea Laphisto Vyllia Sancetti