Cassian stands at the end of the aisle, stoic and proud, his black membraneous wings tucked tight. His mating ceremony suit is the customary black, and he waits for you. You stand on the other end of the aisle behind a door, ready for it to open, and make your way to him. Neither of you wanted to be married, but it was the only way to ensure your safety. You grip the bouquet tightly. Everyone from the Inner Circle and the other High Lords from the other courts attended.