The grooms walked in from either side and met at the back of the audience. They made a lovely picture – one in a classic black tux (sans tie) with flames showing in a pattern at his chest, and the other in silver grey that reflected the flames and a patterned vest, both of them with touches of saffron color.
Ghanima
Of all the duties and responsibilities that came with her heritage, this was, perhaps, one that Ghanima enjoyed the most; using her position – be it as Empress of the Imperium or as Sayyadina – to bring joy to others.
Deliberately vexing politicians was, perhaps, a close second on the list, but it was still second.
She had been watching from the back of the hall as the guests arrived, settling into their seats in anticipation, and turned as she sensed the guests of the hour approaching. "Are we ready, then?" she asked, with a smile for the small group. "Any last requests?"
Jono
//Yes,// Jono replied, still looking something like a deer in the headlights. But more on fire. //Be gentle.//
He was basically as ready as he was going to get.
Hannibal
"If he tries to run, stop him long enough for me to sit on him," Hannibal said wryly. But he put an arm around Jono, squeezing his waist.
Ghanima
"May I suggest using the Litany Against Fear, if you start to feel faint?" Ghanima suggested gently, trying not to laugh at Jono's gobsmacked expression. "I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me. Where the fear has gone, there shall be nothing. Only I will remain."
Jono
Jono followed along right up until the end, and then tilted his head toward Hannibal, some of that nervousness fading into a bit of amusement of his own.
//Well, hopefully not only me...//
... He was basically saying that yes, that was a help.
Hannibal
Hannibal gave him an amused look, and Ghanima an interested one. "I should love to speak with you about that more later. And thank you."
Ghanima
"I am at your disposal today, gentlemen, in whatever ways I can be of service," Ghanima replied, bowing her head slightly. "Let me know when you're ready to begin."
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The ceremony
Date: 2016-06-05 02:58 am (UTC)Of all the duties and responsibilities that came with her heritage, this was, perhaps, one that Ghanima enjoyed the most; using her position – be it as Empress of the Imperium or as Sayyadina – to bring joy to others.
Deliberately vexing politicians was, perhaps, a close second on the list, but it was still second.
She had been watching from the back of the hall as the guests arrived, settling into their seats in anticipation, and turned as she sensed the guests of the hour approaching. "Are we ready, then?" she asked, with a smile for the small group. "Any last requests?"
//Yes,// Jono replied, still looking something like a deer in the headlights. But more on fire. //Be gentle.//
He was basically as ready as he was going to get.
"If he tries to run, stop him long enough for me to sit on him," Hannibal said wryly. But he put an arm around Jono, squeezing his waist.
"May I suggest using the Litany Against Fear, if you start to feel faint?" Ghanima suggested gently, trying not to laugh at Jono's gobsmacked expression. "I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me. Where the fear has gone, there shall be nothing. Only I will remain."
Jono followed along right up until the end, and then tilted his head toward Hannibal, some of that nervousness fading into a bit of amusement of his own.
//Well, hopefully not only me...//
... He was basically saying that yes, that was a help.
Hannibal gave him an amused look, and Ghanima an interested one. "I should love to speak with you about that more later. And thank you."
"I am at your disposal today, gentlemen, in whatever ways I can be of service," Ghanima replied, bowing her head slightly. "Let me know when you're ready to begin."