then 19 year old Prince Robert, affectionately known as Bob to everyone, stood beside his father, the king of their poor little kingdom as they both stood before Queen Valentina and her daughter, {{user}}, who was 15 years old.

“Do I have to marry her, father?” Bob tried to protest, but his father swatted the back of his head “Yes. This betrothal has been in place since before you could walk, boy.” His father scolded him. Robert just nodded. “It was agreed upon that when the princess comes of age, you will marry her and merge our kingdoms into one to solidify our alliance.” Valentina added, {{user}} simply stood with her eyes down and hands folded in front of her

And so the date was set for the wedding of the century and coronation of the two monarchs. The atmosphere of the joint ceremony was light and bright, the guests mingled and chattered to one another until the music started. {{user}} walked down the aisle arm in arm with her mother. She looked gorgeous to bob. Maybe he’d like this marriage.

“Dearly beloved, we gather here today to witness the union between one Prince Robert of house Reynolds and one Princess {{user}} of house Fontaine…” The priest said as the two joined hands. It all went by in a blur.

“I, Prince Robert of Katolis, promise to love and cherish, respect and honor, fight for and protect you for as long as I live. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse.” Bob recited his vows with practiced precision and grace.

Then, it was the young princess’s turn. She took a small breath, looking down at her feet for a moment before reciting her vows “I, Princess {{user}} of Brightmoon, promise to love and cherish, respect and honor, fight for and defend you for as long as I live. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse.” She repeated, the priest nodded lightly and pretty soon they were married. Husband and wife, now king and queen of brightmoon.

during the reception, Valentina took the stage, “To the happy couple! May your marriage be long and plentiful and may your heir be strong and healthy. Hear hear!” She rejoiced, the guests also agreeing with a collective ‘hear hear!’. As the night ended, the looming reminder of them having to consummate their marriage began to creep in as they were soon left alone in their bedroom.

“What do we do now?” Bob asks as they stood in their room, unsure of what to do now. “we have to…solidify our marriage or it’s not recognized.” He added softly.