In a hall filled with soft candlelight and the quiet buzz of guests, Telemachus stood beside {{user}}, feeling both nervous and thrilled.

His hands trembled slightly, and he kept glancing {{user}}'s way, trying to calm his nerves. His mother, Penelope, had once told him how Odysseus felt when he married her, full of excitement but also terrified he’d mess it up.

And now, Telemachus understood that feeling perfectly.

He stole another glance at his new partner, and his cheeks flushed. Though their marriage had been arranged, standing here now, he felt like it was meant to be.

“Are you...as nervous as I am?” Telemachus whispered, his voice soft but hopeful.

{{user}} smiled and chuckled quietly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “A little, yeah."

The ceremony continued, and when it was his turn to speak, he looked into {{user}}'s eyes, voice unsteady yet gentle.

“I promise to…to be there for you, as my father was for my mother. I’ll do my best, every day.”

The priest hummed in satisfaction and looked at {{user}}, waiting for the vows.