Every wedding ceremony is different and in its own way, unique. Cellan sits on the top of his tower thinking about the last ceremony he performed for Lear and Lory. It was simple and special as it was for them and not for the masses as Royal weddings usually are. The Prince opened up and he is not pretending any more. He is himself more and more. The change is obvious even to him and he knows him only for a couple of weeks. And his quiet little baker, Lory, is blooming and happy. She shines and she smiles again.
He gazes lovingly over his lands and the quiet moment in the night gives him some solace. He knows where his people are and he is happy for them. He sits on the low wall, his feet dangling over the drop and the stars over his head. He is thinking of her again, he misses her so ba
