Newlyweds

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'Ere Ye 'Ere Ye
Listen up One and All!

Upon the eve of the Seventh day of this Month
in the Year of our Lord
Fourteen hundred and Sixty Seven

within the chapel upon the Isle of Lions,
Ikar Naru and Ibbe Weaver
took their vows of marriage before
the Priests Father Sebastian and Father Tobias
and recieved their Holy Blessing.

The ceremony was duly recorded within the Churches annals
so None may attest to the validity of their wedding.

~Long Live Love
and
May They Prosper~

Subject: Re: Newlyweds Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:52 pm

It did not take long for the Royal messengers to speed back to the Mainland with the news of Ibbe and Ikar's marriage. One breathless lad, on his first official assignment, took it upon himself to be the first to present the news to the King and Queen. He had hoped upon his arrival to see one of their Majesties in the Royal stables...but such was not the case.

He handed off his steed to the nearest stable hand and took the Castle steps two by two, his heart racing. He DID love to see his Queen smile and he knew this news might earn him an extra copper or two. He blurted out to the nearest guard, "Their Majesties! Their Majesties...where might I find them?"

The oldtimer looked at him askance, his eyes dropping to the layers of dust upon the traveler's clothes. His hand went to the hilt of his sword as he began to question the youngster. Though he wore the uniform of a Royal messenger, it might have been stolen. Crikey, this lad didn't even have stubble upon his chin! The lad showed due respect to his elder as his eyes darted from side to side for any sign of the Royals and his weight shifted from foot to foot in anticipation. It seemed eternity before he heard the boom of King Meldrum's voice. "Your Majesty!" he called out as Mel rounded the corner....

Subject: Re: Newlyweds Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:27 pm

Mel was on his way to the stables to give Snowdrift a good run for he had much to do and little time to get it done. As he rounded the corner of the hall door from his office, he noticed a commotion and a guard seemed agitated with some strange young lad. Dust was still settling when he stepped up behind the guard and yelled loud enough for all to know it was him. The boy yelled out, "Your Majesty!"

Mel looked at the boy, dusty and dirt still flying off him. "Wha' th' divil is 't, lad? Ye look a fright. Ha' ye ha' any sleep 'er food?" The young lad shook his head and by the time he was done he looked like a pup as it shook the water off itself. "NO your Majesty! It's Ibbe!"

Now this got Mel's attention. "Ibbe? Wha's th' matt'r wi' 'er? Speak up, lad!" Again the lad was shaking his head and the rest of his body just kind of worked its way down to follow suit right to his toes. "NAE MAJESTY! She's fine, she's.........." And he handed the King the copy of the writ of marriage.

Mel opened the missive and a huge grin came across his face. "CAILLIE!!" He almost ran back to her office but made sure the boy got a gold piece for his troubles. "Thank ye laddie! Now gae get a bath an' a meal an' some ale............. uh, drink o' some sort." Caillie poked her head around the corner of her office.