"Oh Force, oh Force," Ezra kept repeating over and over again while he shifted from foot to foot. He smoothed his gloved hands down his brown robes and eyed the other side of the room nervously. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

His old master clapped a hand on his shoulder and chuckled fondly. "Ezra, calm down. You're getting yourself all worked up for nothing."

"What if she doesn't show up?" he said, trying to reign in his panic.

"That's not going to happen. She'll be walking down that aisle in a matter of minutes, you'll see. And besides, even if this wasn't a pre-arranged marriage, Sabine would still be right here to meet you at the altar. The two of you are so in love, it's almost sickening."

"But I—"

"Ezra," Kanan said with no room in his voice for any arguing. "Stop worrying. It's normal to be nervous on your wedding day, but you need to relax. She'll be walking towards you any minute now."

A hush befell the room as the Sage who was acting as their officiant, held up his hands and indicated they were about to get started. He bowed to Ursa and Tristan, both standing apart from the crowd as members of the royal family.

Ezra felt a giant lump climb its way up his throat as his father figure squeezed his shoulder in support before climbing off the dais and taking his seat next to Hera and their son, Jacen, in the front row. Soft music filled the air as the doors on the opposite side opened.

His teeth were chattering, his whole body shaking with anticipation. He tried to steady his pounding heart, but nothing helped…until he saw her walking towards him.

It was like a wave of calm washed over him, flooding him with warmth and ease. She was dressed in the most beautiful white armor, part of her hair in the same style it had been when they first met, only dyed red with yellow tips. Her usual light pink lips were now intensely red and he couldn't help it as his eyes drifted over them, wanting so badly to kiss her senseless.

He had stopped hyperventilating simply because she took his breath away. Ever since they'd begun planning for the wedding, he'd tried to imagine what she'd look like walking down the aisle. And everything he'd pictured in his mind was nothing compared to the real thing.

He couldn't fight off the smile as he noticed her betrothal necklace nestled on her collarbone. He hadn't been too sure whether or not the Sages would allow her to wear it during the ceremony, but he was pleased to see she was.

Her eyes locked with his and he knew instantly that he'd never had anything to worry about. She wasn't outright smiling like he was, but he could see the joy and excitement shining through.

It felt like time had stopped as they stared at one another, but soon enough, she was approaching the dais. He held out a hand as she walked up the raised platform, which she promptly took. The contact grounded them, reminding them they were more than just show ponies for the audience's viewing pleasure. They were here because they loved one another.

"Let us begin," the Sage announced.

It was actually quite strange as the older man began his speech. Instead of talking about love and devotion, he droned on and on about duty and commitment. Arranged marriages were apparently conducted slightly different than traditional ones.

Trying not to frown, Ezra tuned it all out, focusing instead on his fianceé who appeared to be doing the same thing. He could see a hint of disapproval on her face as the Sage continued. This wasn't exactly how they both enivisioned their wedding. It was all political to the Sages. They were too blind to see the love shared between the two of them.

Well that just wouldn't do. If they refused to acknowledge that this was more than just an arranged marriage, then Ezra would have to do it himself.

When it came time for the vows, the Sage turned to him. But before the man could utter another word, Ezra interrupted him.

"I actually have my own vows that I'd like to say, if you don't mind."

Sabine's eyebrows raised and a wave of shock rippled through the crowd. This was highly unusual. Even in love marriages, the vows were pre-arranged and the bride and groom simply had to repeat what was said.

The Sage, clearly caught off guard, chanced a glance over to Ursa. Although she had abdicated her position as Countess some months ago, she still demanded a great deal of respect (and fear) from the members of Clan Wren. Her head was tilted in curiosity, but she nodded anyway, allowing the proceedings to continue.

Taking a deep breath, his nerves suddenly spiking again, Ezra faced Sabine and spoke.

"Sabine…the proper words don't exist yet that fully describe how much I love you." A couple people gasped and Ezra nearly rolled his eyes. How were there still people out there who didn't realize this was more than just a wedding of political advantage? Ignoring them, he pushed on.

"You bring the sun to the darkness, warmth to the cold, light to my life. Your smile could break a thousand hearts yet it fills mine with joy. I'm surrounded by happiness whenever you're with me and my heart aches when you leave.

"From the moment we met, I knew I had nothing to worry about. And we fell in love. Against all odds, we made this into something special—into something that's ours.

"This is more than just politics to me. I will love you for the rest of our lives. I promise to be a faithful husband, but more than that…I promise to be a devoted partner, one worthy enough of your affection and love."

Ezra took her hands in his and slowly knelt to the ground. This time, the surprised gasps were a little louder and more numerous than before. Commoners typically didn't do it, but noble tradition had it that the woman bowed to the man, symbolizing her obedience and devotion to her husband. For the man to bow much less kneel to the woman, was completely unheard of.

Sabine's eyes were wide, her mouth open in shock. She certainly hadn't expected this.

Ezra looked up at her with shining eyes, his tears threatening to spill out at any moment. He had always been taught that men didn't cry, to hold your emotions in. But right now he felt no shame. He wanted the whole world to know how much he loved Sabine, but most of all, he wanted her to know too.

"You are the love of my life, Sabine. I will do everything in my power to make sure you're never hurt, to make sure you're never sad, to make sure you're never left wanting. Earning the title of your husband is the greatest honor of my life."

He kissed first her left hand, then her right before climbing back to his feet. From the way she was looking at him, he could tell she was fighting every urge to jump him right then and there. Luckily, the Sage broke the moment with the clearing of his throat.

"…Countess Wren, do you wish to speak your own vows as well?"

Sabine was stunned by Ezra's display. She had told the Sages that she refused to bow to her husband-to-be at the ceremony, feeling it was demeaning of someone of her station. She had been completely unprepared for Ezra to switch the roles and see him kneeling before her.

His words had blown her away. Why hadn't he told her he had created his own vows? Maybe then she would've written her own and been slightly more prepared. Not one to be outdone, she took a breath and nodded at the Sage, indicating she would speak her own vows too.

Clearing her throat lightly, she huffed out a laugh. "It'll be hard to follow after that, but I'll give it my best."

Ezra laughed, his face ready to split wide with a grin.

"Ezra," she began, her thumbs unconsciously rubbing over his knuckles, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I was so sure that marriage would wrap me in chains…when in reality I've never felt more free in my life. You make me smile, you make me laugh…even when you tell those horrible jokes of yours that you think are funny."

She heard a loud guffaw and saw Zeb's shoulders shaking in mirth out of the corner of her eye.

"With you, I'm able to be whoever I want. And these past several years, what I've wanted more than anything is to be yours." She brought his palm up to her chest, pressing it against her sternum where her heart pounded wildly. "Mandalore will always be my first love, but you…you are my true love. This beats for you and no one else.

"I love you, Ezra, and I plan on loving you for the rest of our lives. No matter what happens or where we go, I am yours. You have my heart, my soul, my love for always. You are my partner in everything we do and I will forever cherish that. I love you."

"Can I kiss her now?" Ezra whispered, sparing a glance at the Sage. " 'Cause I really wanna kiss her right now."

Sabine could have laughed at the exasperation on the Sage's face. The old man clearly wasn't used to this display of affection and adoration from a young couple, especially one that was part of the royal family. Traditions had been broken, customs thrown out the window and he wasn't even trying to conceal his annoyance.

The man sighed, resignation dawning his features. "If there are none who object to this union, then may the Manda bless you and watch over you. I pronounce you, Ezra Bridger, and you, Sabine Wren, to be husband and wife. You may now—"

He couldn't get the words out fast enough before Ezra was on her, pulling her close, his lips firmly on hers. The cheers and shouts from the audience were entirely ignored, their focus just on each other. Her arms wound around his shoulders and she felt her feet leave the floor as he lifted her into his embrace.

The Mandalorian nobles were more subdued in their applause than those from the Ghost Crew. A sharp whistle of approval came from Hera and the other Spectors were hooting and hollering.

When they finally parted for air, Sabine felt a red tint flush over her cheeks, the embarrassment of such an open display of emotion finally catching up to her. She wanted to hide her face in Ezra's robes, but mustered up the courage to face the crowd. She risked a glance at her family and saw her brother grinning from ear to ear while her mother's face was unreadable.

She gulped, concerned that maybe her mother hadn't approved of their changes to the ceremony. When Ezra looked down at her, though, the most beautiful smile on his face, she shoved all thoughts of her mother to the back of her mind. Her mother could be dealt with later. She just got married and right now, she was going to enjoy it.

The crowd migrated to an open area outside where tables and chairs were set up for the guests. The formality of the wedding shifted into a more lax atmosphere of the party afterwards.

Sabine heard fireworks shoot off in the distance into the night sky and laughed internally. Whatever party the nobles were about to put on was nothing compared to the celebrations the rest of the city had planned. Commoners used any excuse possible to throw a huge party and the streets would certainly be rocking until the next day.

Ezra and Sabine took their place at a table set on a raised dais. Until it was time to retire, they would be receiving guests and well-wishers. While the party got started with music playing and food beginning to be served, Kanan, Hera, Zeb, Chopper, and Jacen approached them first.

"I can't believe you two are married," Hera exclaimed, wrapping them in a hug.

"You and me both," Ezra laughed. "I thought for sure I was gonna pass out at some point."

"Well I'm glad you didn't," Sabine remarked as she accepted a brief hug of congratulations from Kanan. "That certainly would've put a damper on things."

"You should've seen him, Sabine, he was pale as a ghost and wouldn't stop pacing."

"Daaaad," Ezra whined, "don't rat me out like that."

"As your father, it's my duty to embarrass you in front of your wife as much as possible."

Hera laughed at him and Ezra scowled. "Hey, just wait until you and Kanan get married and I do it to you."

Hera and Kanan blushed fiercely.

"Ezra," Sabine chided him. Normally she'd be one to partake in the joy of teasing a loved one, but she had just gotten married and she was riding high on happiness and feeling a bit merciful right now.

Ezra ducked his head. "Sorry, love."

"Wow she's already got you wrapped around her little finger, huh?"

He grinned, his arm winding around her lower back and pulling her into his side. "It's been like that since the moment I saw her."

Zeb fake-vomited. "You two are disgustingly cute. Come on, guys, let's leave these two alone so they can be gross together."

Kanan clapped his son on the shoulder and then pressed a kiss to Sabine's cheek, before the group left, making way for Ursa and Tristan to come up.

Before anything was said, Tristan pulled his sister into a hug. "It's hard to believe you're married before I am."

"You best get working on that brother," she snickered.

Tristan released her and moved on to his new brother-in-law. "Married to Sabine? I wish you the best of luck," he told Ezra teasingly.

Sabine let out an indignant squawk while Ezra shook his head. "I think it's the probably the other way around. You should be wishing her luck instead."

"Sabine." Ursa's voice cut through the moment of jest. Three sets of eyes turned to her and the married couple bowed in respect. "I would like a moment of your time alone."

Sabine's gaze strayed to her brother's and she could see he was just as bewildered as she was. "Of course, Mother." Pressing a kiss to Ezra's cheek, she said, "I'll be right back."

The two of them walked to a secluded location, near enough that they could still hear the music, but far enough that they wouldn't be disturbed. The silence stretched between them for what felt like hours, but was really only a few short minutes. Finally Ursa spoke.

"That was a beautiful ceremony."

"Yes, it was," she said warily.

"Though a few parts weren't entirely…traditional."

"I apologize if that displeased you, Mother, but I—"

"Displease me?" Ursa cut her off. "Why would that displease me?"

"I…I don't know," Sabine stammered. "I just thought—"

"That I would be upset my daughter was so in love that she would throw away centuries of tradition for the chance to say it herself in front hundreds of people? Of course not. I know I'm not the most outwardly caring mother in the world, but neither am I heartless."

"I know that, Mother, I just wasn't sure if you would approve of the…changes that Ezra and I did. I know the Sages certainly didn't."

Ursa scoffed. "The Sages approve of nothing new. They're stuck in the past. Just because I like to stick to certain traditions doesn't mean I can't see the exception in something so…stunning like what I just saw. Watching you and Ezra say those beautiful words to one another made me realize something."

"And what's that?"

"That I was right to arrange your marriage."

Ursa cupped her daughter's cheek, her thumb stroking lightly. "You're so much like your father. I wish he could be here to see it."

The corners of Sabine's lips turned up. "He is."

Ursa smiled, gesturing to Sabine to take her arm. "Now, come, let's get you back to your husband. I'm sure he's lost without you by his side."

"He is quite hopeless sometimes, isn't he?" Sabine laughed.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" her mother asked.

Her blush was as red as her hair. "You did not."

"What a fool I am then. You're more radiant than the sun itself."

They walked back to the party and Sabine smiled as she saw Ezra being forced to entertain Minister Kim, an elderly man known for his long-winded stories that could keep you in his grasp for no less than an hour. She herself had been caught in his snare a couple times before and it was always a task and a half to find the excuse to break away.

Ezra's mouth was set in a firm line and his eyes wildly searched the room, looking for anyone to give him an out. When he landed on her, she could quite literally see the tension leave his body as he muttered some excuse and bolted over to her.

"Oh Force, you're back!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her. "I thought that guy would never shut up."

Ursa cleared his throat and Ezrajumped back as if he'd been scalded. "I'm entrusting my daughter to your care, Ezra. I hope you spoke true in your vows and you will treat her with the utmost love, respect, and devotion."

"O-of course, Ursa…maam," he stuttered.

Ursa inclined her head in acknowledgement and then left them to their own devices.

"She really likes scaring me, doesn't she?" Ezra murmured.

Sabine giggled, her hand coming up to rest on his chest. "Well you make it too easy for her."

Leaning down to her ear, he whispered, "It's a good thing she doesn't know tonight won't be our first night together. Which speaking of, when is it socially acceptable to sneak away and start our own little party?"

"Keep it in your pants," she scolded. "I think the whole clan would be scandalized if we snuck out now."

"Aw c'mon, they can't expect any less. We're a young couple in love who just got married. Of course we want to get to that alone time." His hand drifted down, brushing over the curve of her ass.

Biting her lip, she thought for a moment. "An hour. We stay for an hour and then we break away."

Placing a subtle kiss on her neck, he heard her breath hitch. "Can't wait."