It was mid-afternoon, the sun leading its way to the earth, showing the many colors around. The day was an extraordinary, it spoke of a wonderful future. One full of hope, promise, and hardship. This twas to be the day of Fenris' and Marrin's wedding. The two had long awaited this since sometime after the chantry's fall.
Fenris reluctantly placed a dress shoe on his foot, he did not care for shoes; they were traps made to engulf feet. He especially didn't like these shoes, they served discomfort and displeasure. His ever-persisting aggravation with dress clothes grew while he started to place his tie. The thing was as if a nuke was around his copper colored neck. If this wasn't the only things annoying him, there was his gloves. Marrin had forbade him from wearing his regular gloves and apparel. She claimed it to be inappropriate for their wedding and asked him to wear this.
Looking it the mirror Fenris looked at his reflection; he couldn't believe what he saw. He saw a man that was dashing, one whom looked the part; even if he himself had butterflies, this man looked sure. This was the point when Fenris decided he would be that man; the man that would be as dashing and confident as he appeared. There wasn't anymore doubt in his mind that marrying Marrin was what he wanted. He put on aftershave and a dash of cologne before setting out the door.
Merrill played with Marrin's hair, it was soft and fine, very flexible and lush. At Merrill's instruction Marrin had grown her hair long for the wedding. She had told Marrin that her beauty would be much more intense and graceful this way. As if preached by the Maker himself, Merrill was by far correct about her hair. She had placed it into a half braided bun with lushes mini curls that were straight toward the top; these came from the sides and under the bun. Showing her ears and her high cheek bones in a most flattering manner.
If that wasn't all done to Marrin, Aveline had done her makeup in such a splendid manner. She had placed each stroke in a graceful nature; even if she wasn't feminine, she was still a woman. Along with Marrin's curls, her blush was placed in such a way as to magnify her beauty. Her foundation matched her skin to a T and didn't allow imperfection to emerge. Marrin's lipstick was a lovely blood red to match her pale skin tone.
Her natural beauty, makeup, and hair she was insanely gorgeous. Once in her dress, along with the rest of her formal wear, she was stunningly beautiful. She wore white satin slippers under her titanium white dress, her long fingerless gloves in which her long nails; (which Merrill insisted she grow,) stood out. She wore her mother's necklace that her grandmother had also worn. It was white genuine pearls, they were made into a choker made most wonderfully. Her wrist adorn with a bracelet her beloved Fenris had bestowed upon her. He had bought her a pearl bracelet that matched perfectly with her necklace. It glistened lightly on her wrist while it sat on top her glove. In her ears were a pair of blue dazzling sapphire studs. They shown brightly next to her hair, meanwhile matching her eyes radiantly. There wasn't any doubt in either bride's maids minds that Fenris had a exceptionally beautiful bride.
"Falon, you look beautiful," Merrill told her breath taken, "So very beautiful." She took Marrin's hands. "Fenris will surely drop dead from your beauty!" Merrill and Aveline smiled at her dearly. Merrill gently let go of Marrin's hands and gently placed the long 5 tier veil over her. "Hawke, I just wanted to say, Fenris is a lucky man. You two are a perfect match in every way." Aveline told her while taking one end of Marrin's dress. Merrill took the other end as Marrin replied to them, "I thank you both. This day is so perfect, you honor me just being here."
The three woman's smiles were joined. It was continues on while the three made there way through the halls of The Keep. It was time for the wedding to start, this was the moment everyone had longed for for years. Through the tough times, the tension, passion they wouldn't ever speak. It all led up to this, to this wonderful day.
Fenris stood at the top of the stairs inside The Keep. Below him were many people, Friends, family, people they had saved over they long years. They were here in honor of his and the Champion's joining. He had helped her save these people, some of which were saved, or had helped them, in these very halls.
He heard music begin to play, Sebastian stiffened his back, it was about to begin. The flower girl came running down the isles sweetly laying out petals. The ring bearer followed, while Donnic followed in a straight line. Fenris's heart stopped, his eyes were focused on one thing. She was so very beautiful, it was as if the Maker had let an angel fall into sight. This was an angel whom came to him and graced him so elegantly.
Marrin walked down the halls, her bride's maids holding her dress tail, while her first veil covering her face. The arrangement of white roses in her hands, and the greeting of Fenris's fixated on her pure beauty. She herself was also lost in the sight before her. Her husband-to-be was a sight to behold, he was gorgeous and ever handsome. The way he looked now was so extraordinary even words couldn't tell the excellence.
Soon the two stood face to face, both looking at the other. Marrin smiled at Fenris faintly, blushing at him, and him her very mildly. This was a dream come true, so perfect and sweet.
"Ahem... Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today for the joining of this man and woman..." Sebastian started. "Does anyone object to this joining? Speak now or forever hold your peace." The crowd was silent before Sebastian continued turning towards Fenris.
"Do you Fenris take Marrin Hawke as your bride?"
"I do."
Sebastian turned toward Marrin now.
"Do you Marrin Hawke take Fenris as your husband?"
"I do."
Sebastian smiled at them.
"With this ring I do thee wed." Fenris said putting Marrin's ring on her finger.
"With this ring I do thee wed." Marrin repeated to him while placing his ring on his hand.
"With the rights invested in me by the Maker, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Fenris lifted Marrin's veil and threw it over her head. He grasped her tightly and intensely kissed her. The two kissed publicly in front of the congregation. In what seemed like a moment had turned to long minutes. Their guests were awestruck at the sight.
"Bravo Hawke, now that's a way to kiss." A every familiar and unwanted voice called out. "Mmmmmmm, I know I would want that too if had the chance." It called out while clapping.
Marrin and Fenris, along with the congregation, turned towards the voice. Fenris growled at the source, Isabella had came, uninvited, to their wedding. He turned to Hawke, eyes questioning, receiving a shrug from her with a look saying she didn't do this.
"Isabella, what are you doing here?" Aveline, (whom had made her way to the front,) asked the pirate.
"Just dropping by to see the wedding."
Isabella looked at her hands as if checking for a broken nail. Aveline frowned, something was off. Whatever it was, it most likely was trouble.
"You're not invited Isabella." Fenris called from the front angrily.
Isaballa's crooked smile lingered. "And who says that mattered?" She stated before her fellow pirates came running through the doors armed and dangerous.
"Even on our wedding day we have to fight..." Marrin groaned.
Fenris held tightly onto Marrin while the pirates surrounded them. There was very little he could do, none of which could be done without a possible result of Marrin being hurt. At the rate this was going something horrid would indeed happen, and quickly.
"So Hawke, will you be coming willingly, or will we have to force you?" Isabella asked walking up to the couple. She place her hand under Marrin's chin while Marrin frown intensely.
Isabella ran her hand over Marrin's face, "Frowning like that on your wedding day will only bring wrinkles." She stated while Fenris restrained himself from hurting Isabella.
"Captain! We found' it!" called a pirate from the back. Whatever it was, the pirates were excited about it. "I'll be taking your bride now Fenris."
Isabella grabbed Marrin's arm and pulled her from Fenris while he took hold of Marrin's hand. He didn't wish to loose his bride, the woman he loved, that was a fate worse than death.
"Please no! Fenris!" Marrin wailed trying to keep her grip on his hand. A pirate came over to them and knocked Fenris away. "NO! Fenris!" Marrin screamed loudly trying to make her way away from Isabella. The pirate picked Marrin up and tossed her on his shoulder like a sack.
Fenris' face went to one of panic, his soul was scared; not for himself, but for Marrin. Quickly he tried standing, catching Isabella's eye. "You want to be with her that badly Fenris? Then let me oblige!" Following her words two more pirates came over. One knocked Fenris out cold while the other picked him up and started dragging him off.
Sebastian and Aveline, alone with their other companions had been silent this whole time, however seeing their champion and her husband being dragged out of there was an insult. Sebastian, whom had been hiding a bow and arrow inside the altar, took it out and aimed at the pirate carrying Marrin. Swiftly his arrow pierced the man through the heart.
Following Sebastian's pursuit, the others took out their hidden weapons, only to find themselves out numbered greatly. The heroes stood back to back in a jam while the innocent guests either fled or hid. "That's enough, I will go with you Isabella..." Marrin walked over to Isabella reluctantly.
Isabella smiled, she had won this round and found pride in it. She and her pirates started to lead Marrin off, Fenris in tow, away from everyone. Her companions watched, acting as if they still may resist this. "Please everyone, don't fight this." Marrin said before finally she and the pirates were gone.
