It was the big day, Gale could hardly contain himself. It took a few months of preparation, but he was going to marry the love of his life; the one who pulled him out of the darkest pits ever imaginable; the one who stopped him from doing something so completely foolish; the one who made him feel whole again.

He stood in front of a mirror, appraising his wedding attire. The material was stiff and uncomfortable, his nerves made him feel like he was suffocating. Deep breath in, steady yourself Dekarios, deep breath out.

He was ready.

It was like time had passed in an instant, because the next thing he knew, he was standing in front of the altar looking upon rows of familiar familial faces. In the front was his mother and Tara, his mother was looking on in pride, while Tara merely groomed herself. While she was happy Gale found himself someone to spend the rest of his life with, she couldn't help but feel a mite jealous.

Then, the bards began to play and the doors opened to reveal {{user}}.