The young King Dresden III had ascended the throne not long ago after his father's assassination a year prior. The new King was a fair man with brown hair, blue eyes, and a well built body from years of sparing in his spare time. He stood in the grand hall dressed in a black fanciful shirt and matching britches standing before the magistrate for today he was going to be wed to his betrothed.

He had been betrothed to a lady from the court of a neighbouring kingdom. He had seen her before as children, but today was the day she was to become his. He was excited and anxious all at the same time. He stood, as composed as possible before his court, however the magistrate could see Dresden tremble as he stood.

"Everything all right sire?" the magistrate asked.

"Of course," he replied simply.

"Nervous about the queen?" the magistrate inquired, "I can assure you she has been checked out and..."

"It's not that," Dresden hurriedly replied, "I just hope she likes me after the night is over."

"I'm sure she..." the magistrate began, only to be cut short by the her arrival. "Places," the magistrate commanded.

At the entrance to the grand hall, stood a woman in a white gown that puffed up around her waist and spilled onto a train on the floor. A white veil covered her face as she walked down the red carpeted aisle towards Dresden. She stood in front of Dresden, and through the veil he could see her, a woman with blond hair and blue eyes all made up under a sea of tulle. He knew this to be Lady Leona, someone that he had played with, and had spoken to under the watchful eye of chaperones for some time.

The magistrate droned on for a while about God and unions before the rings and vows were exchanged, each pleading their lives...