party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

[witchwoman]

[♪ brightly wound - eisley]

WHO || Erryone
WHAT || the wedding of Finnick Odair and Myrilandel de Tanos
WHERE || Andres Beach & Palace
WHEN || oct 23rd
HOW || actionapsm

Between the various members of the wedding party, everything comes together just in time for the big event. Within a few weeks' time, the day has finally arrived. Whether they've met or spoken to the bride and groom, the entire isle of Andres is invited to this event. Cool colors are prominent throughout the ceremony set up on the Andres coast. From the bridesmaids dresses to the flower arrangements to the beautiful blue sky and sea, it's a very calming atmosphere.

Once the ceremony is finished, everyone is invited to the reception, held at the Andres palace. There's food, drink, and music. Tables are available, but with such an open guest list, there's no assigned seating- other than the main table up front where the wedding party and their guests will sit last supper style.

Comments

[littledhampir]

Ohh.... [Which, probably isn't the most comforting of responses, truth be told.]

You wanted him to miss you. [She weirdly understood that. The one thing that had cemented in her heart that her and Dimitri were over? It wasn't that she couldn't trust him, it was quite simply that she hadn't really missed him. She'd still cared, just not enough.]

So... what did he say when you told him how you felt?

[attollores]

Aye, it would've been nice to have been missed. [she nods with the words, teeth sinking into her bottom lip]

He was... surprised to say the least. But mostly he spoke about his betrothal. [Her voice is flat at the end, devoid of emotion.] Tradition is a helluva thing in a country such as this.

[littledhampir]

Betrothal?! [Blurting the word out like it was a curse.] How did that happen, he's been dead for the last ten years! [At least as far as the world was concerned. She was pretty sure that death broke any engagements.] What is it like, an arranged marriage or something?

[attollores]

[That draws out a small chuckle, but she nods as she grows serious once more.] Aye, his mother arranged it when they were both very young. And for Mark... [Even saying his name seems to draw a bit of pain from her, but she carries on anyway] It's one of the best ways he can keep the memory of his mother, and the traditions of this Island, alive.

[littledhampir]

So... he's going to marry some woman he hasn't seen in ten years, not because he loves her but because he thinks that's what his Mother would have wanted? [She shakes her head, lets out a low whistle.] I get doing things out of obligation but marriage shouldn't be one of them.

[attollores]

[She looks down, fiddling with her fingers as she nods in agreement.] Aye, I agree.I would think his family would want him to marry for something real. But, royalty has it's rules. And...

[She sighs, shrugging] ...and honestly, I can't expect him to become King and suddenly start doing whatever he wants, laws be damned. That wouldn't make him much better than a dictator.

[littledhampir]

Wait... there's laws telling him who he can and can't be with?! And... there's a massive difference between what Dimitris did and getting married for love. Dimitris tried getting a wife through brainwashing and kidnapping, so... Apples and Hand Grenades. [As opposed to oranges.]

[attollores]

I imagine with a royal betrothal it's much like a contract of sorts. Both parties had to agree to it, and I'm not sure what it would entail trying to break it. [She chuckles at the apples/hand grenades comparison, finding nothing weird with it in the least. Her shoulder lifts in a half shrug, reaching out to snag two more glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, handing one over to Rose before sipping from hers.]

But I'm getting way ahead of meself. Like I said, he hasn't tried getting in contact with me since I told him, and he certainly hasn't gone out of his way ter find me here. [nevermind the fact that there are a million people here, and she's been avoiding him like crazy... but totally his fault.]