“…swear you, Desdira Yodeik, of the lineage of Yodeis-Mimt, that you declare before this assembled court that you take you to husband Lord Oron of Bakyon, the Nevgan, as emperor of this realm.”
The new high priest’s voice resonated throughout the crowded throne chamber, filled with Oron’s commanders and the nobles of Neria and attendant guests, all respectfully witnessing the wedding ceremony.
“I take you, Lord Oron, once loved by me, twice by the realm, thrice by the gods….” Desdira spoke solemnly, looking straight into the eyes of the highest flamen of the palace temple, a pleased smile hovering on her lips.
“…and swear you, Lord Oron of Nevga, that you declare before all gods and men, that you take you to wife Desdira Yodeik, Queen of Neria, and thus will rule by the strength of gods
