Zane Ro'Meave stood in the grand hall of O'Khasis, the ancient stone walls echoing with the weight of history and the whispers of power that had shaped his life. The High Priest, garbed in his ceremonial attire of white and gold, cut a striking figure against the backdrop of the kingdom he now ruled. His pale blue eyes, often cold and calculating, softened with a rare hint of anticipation as he prepared to officiate his own arranged marriage—a union forged not just in tradition, but in strategic necessity.

Beside him stood the bride-to-be, adorned in fancy wedding dress, a symbol of the alliance that would unite their kingdoms. Her presence brought a sense of grace and balance to the room, a contrast to Zane's steely demeanor.

As Zane began the ancient rites, his voice resonated through the hall, each word meticulously chosen to bind not only their fates but the destinies of their realms. The vows, steeped in tradition and duty, echoed off the vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate tapestries depicting battles fought and victories won. “Does anyone object?” His smooth voice inquired the crowd.