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The king enters the room and comes to stand between the couple under the arch. He has a wedding contract prepared, though that will be a formality for later. Right now he eyes the room as it falls silent.

"Today we join two people in the bond of matrimony. In some ways, this is a duty. A political ploy that would normally fill me with disquiet. However, I have seen how Count Blake and Lady Camilla look at each other. I have seen the love they share. This speed with which this marriage is taking place may be motivated by politics. But at the end of the day it is happening because of love. A real and true love that I am happy to be part of. Before I continue I would ask the couple exchange their vows."

Blake looked into Camilla's eyes and knew he was doomed. He could not for the life of himself remember what he'd written down. He'd spent hours agonizing over the exact right way to tell her he loved her. To tell her exactly how much she meant to him. In the moment though it all leaves him. Standing before her knowing they are going to be married it just made him think. Of how far they'd come. How much farther they had to go. Which in a way was what he had to tell her.

"I remember when we first met. A pregnant woman sliding down a hill. Barely more than a dot of golden hair I could see at a distance. You didn't know who you were. You didn't know what had happened to you. And I just remember thinking to myself... I need to protect this woman. She is precious, she is important, she is a jewel. You asked me to name you and I called you Ambre. Because that was what you are to me. You are the only thing I want in this world. The only thing I am certain of. I want to call you something else now. I want to call you my wife. I love you. Everything I am, everything I have is yours. For now and forever."

With those words, Blake pulls out the wedding ring and slides it onto her finger. It is a simple ring, set with a single piece of amber.

"Then by my power as king of Gauldin. I declare you man and wife."

Renaux intones solemnly. From a legal point of view, they were now officially married. He'd witness the contract signing later tonight to ensure the validity. For now though he nods to Blake and retreats. His work was done for now.

Jun couldn't help chuckle silently when the king mentioned that the wedding was a "duty" and a "political ploy". While not inaccurate, this was easily the least romantic overture to a wedding she had ever heard. The event itself however was nothing short of cathartic. Jun hung on every word, watched every facial expression. Her nails nearly ripped into her new dress when Camilla almost choked on her final declaration. She sensed what Camilla was feeling when she said, "For the days of our lives." Indeed, one could only hope those days were substantial in number.

Jun began to weep. Lucky for her, the other guests would follow suit. It was a wedding after all. You were supposed to cry. You didn't have to give your reason; no one had to know it was slightly different from everyone else's.

She had almost forgotten about the wedding present she planned to give them both.

The kiss breaks slowly and Blake grins at his new wife. That is until he sees her expression. Something was wrong with Camilla, the captain turned count had grown sensitive to her constitution. Given that, it seemed to be quite delicate at times. Without explanation to the other party guests he takes her weight onto his shoulder and leads her to a nearby sofa. A perk of having your wedding in your house was easy access to furniture apparently. Once they are there he sets her down upon it and takes her hand in his.

"What's wrong?"

He murmurs to her softly.

"I'm alright," she fibbed, "It's just warm in here." As if to make an honest person out of her, a bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face. "Everything was lovely, I am glad to be moving on." Her eyes met her new husband's and she tightened her grip to try and tamp down nausea. She shifted her gaze to Jun and then asked, "What is that?" She was indicating the object in question.

Jun grinned, daring to take Camilla's words at face value. "Oh this?" She ravenously unwrapped the carefully wrapped package. She was doing well until she got stuck on one of the strings. "This... is... my... wedding... present... to... you... Phew, There." The string came lose and the gift was free. She proudly brandished it and then placed it in her palms. She bowed down on one knee and presented it to Lady Camilla. Oddly, she seemed to keep her bare skin from touching it, opting instead to present it lying on top of its wrapping.


It was a shortsword. "I had it commissioned from the Dawnfire Forges in Isra. It's one of a kind." Camilla would be struck by the gleaming, rose-tinted luster of the silvery blade reflecting into her eyes. The handle was golden and and wrapped in a purple cloth, a color choice Jun intentionally made. The rain-guard was grossly oversized, but stylish none-the-less. The pommel was pointed and quite sharp. "It's made of sun metal. The rain-guard is there to help hold the enchantment. Take a look at the engraving!"

On the side of the rain-guard it would read:

Protector of Children, Sworn to the Eramae, Hylons, and Blakes.

"As soon as you guys touch it, the enchantment will bond with you and your family. If one of you is holding it, you'll be protected by a fiery aura. I figure... you know... it might ... keep you guys safe..." Jun teared up slightly, when she remembered precisely why she wanted to give them a present like this. "I... I hope you like it. Also, please hurry. My knee is starting to hurt."

Blake stared at the blade blankly. Not the kind of thing he expected for a wedding gift, but it was a fine weapon. Even if it was a different kind of blade than the cut and thrust saber he preferred. When Camilla offers him the blade he takes it. It was certainly a finely crafted piece. Well balanced and even he could feel the energy it possessed.

"It's a fine gift. Thank you Jun."

"Come back soon, Jun." She went in for another hug and said softly, "You are godmother to my first daughter, after all, if you accept." If Jun got the vague announcement of the babe, Camilla would wait for it to register and for Jun to react before saying ought else. Regardless, she stepped back to allow for other goodbyes and such.