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A royal wedding
For the RP Feodalis, here is a MOC built in the span of one day depicting a Royal wedding between the hair to the throne and his bribe under the scrutiny of all the nobility and blessed by the Sun god.
In the heart of the Golden Keep, the royal wedding commenced. The air is thick with incense and candle smoke. Music from lutes and flutes completes the ceremony.
It was not an ordinary union, but one of calculated alliance and mystique. Every guest, from foreign envoys to barons are present with their faces obscured behind ornate masks. Some are made of gold, others carved from bone or wood, in the likeness of wild beasts and angels. The anonymity of the masks turned the royal court into a surreal theater of whispers. Only the bishops and the guards are fully unmasked, being not of the high nobility.
Finally, the hands met and the vows echoe the heart of the Kingdom of Valmirion.
A royal wedding
For the RP Feodalis, here is a MOC built in the span of one day depicting a Royal wedding between the hair to the throne and his bribe under the scrutiny of all the nobility and blessed by the Sun god.
In the heart of the Golden Keep, the royal wedding commenced. The air is thick with incense and candle smoke. Music from lutes and flutes completes the ceremony.
It was not an ordinary union, but one of calculated alliance and mystique. Every guest, from foreign envoys to barons are present with their faces obscured behind ornate masks. Some are made of gold, others carved from bone or wood, in the likeness of wild beasts and angels. The anonymity of the masks turned the royal court into a surreal theater of whispers. Only the bishops and the guards are fully unmasked, being not of the high nobility.
Finally, the hands met and the vows echoe the heart of the Kingdom of Valmirion.