She held his hand gently. Wrath could have done that. He would have given him one normal hand, and one cold harsh metallic hand, but would have held on gently no less.
She slipped a ring on his finger. Wrath could have done that too. Granted, he didn't have much money, or many other worldy posessions of his own for that matter, no business set up or inheritance money for fancy frills as she had, but he could have managed. He could have gotten a ring, cheaper, but no less well intentioned and given it to him with more enthusiasm and dedication than anyone could have ever imagined seeing him display.
She kissed him as the priest announced the obligatory 'I now pronounce you man and wife'. Wrath could have done that too. He could have, and would have, done that every single day, if only he'd had the courage. True, he hadn't any experience, but that didn't hinder his devotion, his resolve to try, to practice, to get better just so he could give Al that wonderful fuzzy emotion that can only come from the perfect kiss.
She gazed into his eyes, an image of beauty clad in white, and swore to protect him forever; to be his soul mate for all eternity. Wrath, as much as he wished, and hoped, and fought against the truth, could not promise that.