Eirika, like most young girls, fantasized endlessly about her wedding. She imagined her wedding would be full of dancing, people enjoying themselves, and all kinds of joyous festivities. She would wear a long, white gown, and her dashing prince would await her at the end of the aisle. Her actual wedding, though, was very different.
The people of Caer Plyenn take a different approach to matrimony. Instead of a long walk down the aisle in a fancy wedding dress, she simple stood next to him, hand in hand, while Saleh's grandmother read off the traditional script that had accompanied their town's weddings for centuries. And though it was nothing like she had thought...
The fact that Saleh stood their with her, with his eyes gazing happily into hers... It made her feel like the plans she had as a little girl were foolish. She didn't need some grand ceremony or complex gown. She only needed him.
And that's all that mattered.
