Thanks for the reviews, I'll try to make it longer. I am not married, and I really don't know what the priest says, especially in Tortall, so this is made up. Sorry I haven't updated in so long. But hey, I've seen people who haven't updated in more than a year, so it's not so bad.
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Ah, Neal thought. Here she is. Yuki looks beautiful, all clad in white like that. Does she seem… taller?
A figure walked down the aisle. She was wearing a gown of cream silk, with a velvet sash that had pearls sewn in, and her train was short, yet elegant. Her veil hid both her face and her hair from view. She was carrying a bouquet of roses, wrapped in green satin ribbon.
The priestess of the Goddess recited the official words of matrimony. Neal took every word to heart. "Do you, Nealan of Queenscove, take Yukimi noh Daiomoru
to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do," said Neal.
"Do you, Yukimi noh Daimoru, take Nealan of Queenscove to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do," said a voice from the veil. It was Yuki's voice, but it sounded slightly… different. Must be the veil muffling her voice, is all, Neal thought. Still, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was not right. And Kel still wasn't there. His best friend was missing his wedding. Far from it, but he did not know that yet.
"The rings?" said the priestess. Princess Shinkokami offered a ring to Yuki, while Dom came up to Neal to do the same. They slipped the rings on each others' fingers. Neal couldn't help noticing that Yuki's hands had scars on them, when he couldn't remember her hands being anything but perfect. The uneasy feeling intensified.
"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the priestess told Neal. Gently, he lifted Yuki's veil partway and kissed her red lips, in her pale, rice- painted face. But, it was not Yuki's kiss, it was not her lips which he had felt against his so many times. He lifted the veil all of the way, and the newly prounced Mrs. Nealan of Queenscove collapsed into his arms.
Ooh, cliffie. You can probably guess what happened, though.