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Chapter II
The sky was overcast the day of Praetor Baralai's and Lady Yuna's wedding. "This is surely an omen that this wedding must not continue,"
. " Do you think it will rain?"
" Surely it will!"
" Then that means..."
" Their marriage shall be an unhappy one."
The chambermaids gossiped while preparing Baralai's wedding garments. As was a custom in Spira the groom was to wear two primary colors. White representing purity of spirit and blue symbolizing water, the great life force that held everything together. Water nourishes all living things as the groom was expected to nourish his relationship spiritually with his wife.
" True believers of New Yevon know better than to place their trust in such ridiculous banter." Tromell, intruded.
" Sire Baralai has a grand heart, he was so grand he gave me work in his temple. He forgave me when others did not!"
"Such tratorious language shall be greatly punished!"
Tromell grabbed one of the runty maids and rose his hand against her.
"Don't you dare, Tromell." Baralai grabbed Tromell's wist.
"I shall not have any such hatred on the day when I marry the woman I love."
" but sire they were saying such awful things." Tromell pleaded.
"Please Tromell. Silence. This is a happy day. The happiest.I don't think I can stand anymore hatred in my life."
The maids scurryed out of Baralai's bed chamber one still rubbed her swollen wrist, injured by Tromell's grasp. Baralai gazed at the wedding garments placed carefully on his bed. He touched the blue lining of his wedding coat. " Is anything the matter?" Tromell asked. While the elderly guado's face was badly narled due to aging Baralai could discern the concern in his eyes.
" Tromell, I know you were very close to Lord Seymour."
"Yes, sire but that is entirely behind me now. I never did agree with him. In fact I defended lady Yuna at one point."
" No need for explanations, everyone deserves a secound chance, everyone shall be forgiven for past sins. If human's were incapable of this than all the teachings would be worthless and only hatred would controll the world." Baralai comforted Tromell a bit with this thought. Although Tromell appeared dismayed at Baralai's selflessness.
" Tromell may I confess something unto you? I have no one else.". Tromell stood in by Baralai's dresser trancing his moments as he proceed toward the bed.
Baralai sat along with the white overcoat which he was to fill on this day.
" Every since I was a child I've dreamed only of this day."
Tromell's head bowed in polite understanding.
" My father, he abandoned my mother when I was very young. I was only seven when he left me and my mother. We...my mother and I, never had an easy life. She was the woman who taught me the teachings of the temple. When she died the only inheritance she left me was my faith. She told me to treasure it as much as I loved her. Thats why I cherished this faith more than anything in my life, but more than that, I lived for it. But I feared because of my new found responsibilites I would never fall in love. The thought that this dream would never be realized. I just want to be the man...my father never was."
Tromell inturrupted." But life has given you that chance."
"Yes, indeed." Baralai's eyes lit."Yuna my dearest Yuna. My heart feels like it soars above the horizon. Having her heart is the greatest dowry a man can have."
Baralai relasped into a sober demenor.
" When I think about how happy I shall be, I remember that it might not last long in this world. In my head there are words telling me constantly that this is far too good to be true. That happiness wasn't made for me."
Baralai's eyes became misty as tears welled behind them.
"I shall leave you alone now. There are many preparations that need my supervisions." Tromell chuckled uncomfortably.
Baralai was silent.
" Mother... I promised you I'd serve my faith. That I'd love it more than anything. I fear everyday Yuna has consumed more and more of my heart."
"Is it okay to feel this way,mother? To love a woman more than ones faith?"
Silence then consumed Baralai's questions as he dressed for his wedding. His heartbeat quickened with every button he snapped together. Looking in the mirror Baralai no longer saw himself, he saw a different person. It was an illogical feeling. One unreassuring, Baralai was sure it was just his nerves. They had been on edge for a few days now.He was sure a cup of some nice herbal tea would cure it right up, however he felt a dire need to be alone, he decided not to call the servants. Instead he headed for the temple to pray. It would comfort he soul and make him feel united with his mother.
" Sire, our pardons for interrupting you're prayers. The bride has arrived." Two guards emerged from the darkness of the temple walls.
Baralai finished the final lines of his prayers. He bowed before the statue of Lord Braska.
" I shall fill your daughters life with happiness. If nothing else I promise you this."
The guards gave Baralai approving glances. Baralai with a new serenity walked stridently to the place of his wedding. Only hoping he could forfill his promise to Lord Braska.
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Chapter II
The sky was overcast the day of Praetor Baralai's and Lady Yuna's wedding. "This is surely an omen that this wedding must not continue,"
. " Do you think it will rain?"
" Surely it will!"
" Then that means..."
" Their marriage shall be an unhappy one."
The chambermaids gossiped while preparing Baralai's wedding garments. As was a custom in Spira the groom was to wear two primary colors. White representing purity of spirit and blue symbolizing water, the great life force that held everything together. Water nourishes all living things as the groom was expected to nourish his relationship spiritually with his wife.
" True believers of New Yevon know better than to place their trust in such ridiculous banter." Tromell, intruded.
" Sire Baralai has a grand heart, he was so grand he gave me work in his temple. He forgave me when others did not!"
"Such tratorious language shall be greatly punished!"
Tromell grabbed one of the runty maids and rose his hand against her.
"Don't you dare, Tromell." Baralai grabbed Tromell's wist.
"I shall not have any such hatred on the day when I marry the woman I love."
" but sire they were saying such awful things." Tromell pleaded.
"Please Tromell. Silence. This is a happy day. The happiest.I don't think I can stand anymore hatred in my life."
The maids scurryed out of Baralai's bed chamber one still rubbed her swollen wrist, injured by Tromell's grasp. Baralai gazed at the wedding garments placed carefully on his bed. He touched the blue lining of his wedding coat. " Is anything the matter?" Tromell asked. While the elderly guado's face was badly narled due to aging Baralai could discern the concern in his eyes.
" Tromell, I know you were very close to Lord Seymour."
"Yes, sire but that is entirely behind me now. I never did agree with him. In fact I defended lady Yuna at one point."
" No need for explanations, everyone deserves a secound chance, everyone shall be forgiven for past sins. If human's were incapable of this than all the teachings would be worthless and only hatred would controll the world." Baralai comforted Tromell a bit with this thought. Although Tromell appeared dismayed at Baralai's selflessness.
" Tromell may I confess something unto you? I have no one else.". Tromell stood in by Baralai's dresser trancing his moments as he proceed toward the bed.
Baralai sat along with the white overcoat which he was to fill on this day.
" Every since I was a child I've dreamed only of this day."
Tromell's head bowed in polite understanding.
" My father, he abandoned my mother when I was very young. I was only seven when he left me and my mother. We...my mother and I, never had an easy life. She was the woman who taught me the teachings of the temple. When she died the only inheritance she left me was my faith. She told me to treasure it as much as I loved her. Thats why I cherished this faith more than anything in my life, but more than that, I lived for it. But I feared because of my new found responsibilites I would never fall in love. The thought that this dream would never be realized. I just want to be the man...my father never was."
Tromell inturrupted." But life has given you that chance."
"Yes, indeed." Baralai's eyes lit."Yuna my dearest Yuna. My heart feels like it soars above the horizon. Having her heart is the greatest dowry a man can have."
Baralai relasped into a sober demenor.
" When I think about how happy I shall be, I remember that it might not last long in this world. In my head there are words telling me constantly that this is far too good to be true. That happiness wasn't made for me."
Baralai's eyes became misty as tears welled behind them.
"I shall leave you alone now. There are many preparations that need my supervisions." Tromell chuckled uncomfortably.
Baralai was silent.
" Mother... I promised you I'd serve my faith. That I'd love it more than anything. I fear everyday Yuna has consumed more and more of my heart."
"Is it okay to feel this way,mother? To love a woman more than ones faith?"
Silence then consumed Baralai's questions as he dressed for his wedding. His heartbeat quickened with every button he snapped together. Looking in the mirror Baralai no longer saw himself, he saw a different person. It was an illogical feeling. One unreassuring, Baralai was sure it was just his nerves. They had been on edge for a few days now.He was sure a cup of some nice herbal tea would cure it right up, however he felt a dire need to be alone, he decided not to call the servants. Instead he headed for the temple to pray. It would comfort he soul and make him feel united with his mother.
" Sire, our pardons for interrupting you're prayers. The bride has arrived." Two guards emerged from the darkness of the temple walls.
Baralai finished the final lines of his prayers. He bowed before the statue of Lord Braska.
" I shall fill your daughters life with happiness. If nothing else I promise you this."
The guards gave Baralai approving glances. Baralai with a new serenity walked stridently to the place of his wedding. Only hoping he could forfill his promise to Lord Braska.