Crowds of people gathered in Fontaine once every half century for the Dragon Sovereign and his spouse, thousands of cheering, adoring faces all in one place.

It had started small, a couple hundred years ago. Both being immortal beings, you and Neuvillette had decided to hold a celebration of your marriage once every 50 years for the your mortal subjects to enjoy.

It was a silly idea- a proclamation of love. Yet you had both come to adore it; the gifts, the love, the letters of thanks.

After all, you had both changed the nation greatly.

So, just like last marital celebration, you donned your white ceremonial attire and stood before the crowd, hand in hand with your husband. Vows renewed, love declared, mortals excited to see their beloved sempiternal leaders.

“You look…perfect” Neuvillette whispered, thumbs slowly swiping over the backs of your hands as he held them to his lips. “Just as you always do.”