(514-08-01) Pitton and Woodford Wedding
Summary: The wedding ceremony of Aluksander de Pitton and Deryn de Woodford at the White Abbey in Sarum.
Date: August 1, 514
Related: Any courting logs between Deryn and Aluksander.
deryn aluksander acwel seren heulwen martyn 

Ahhhhh, weddings. The White Abbey is lightly decorated with a few more flowers and candles than usual, as well as some garlands on a few of the pews. And, out in the garden, refreshments are probably being made ready. But, inside, where all the action is, there's a whole lot of hurrying up and waiting to be done. For his part, Aluksander is standing dutifully at the altar, all done up to the 9s in what looks to be a fresh outfit in the orange and green of his clan. There is a braid done in his hair, which he picks at every few minutes, nervously. while he shuffles his feet and awaits his bride. He does smile to those few family and friends who have joined them on this occasion in the audience, grimacing an apology for the wait. You know, women, right? Or something to that effect.

The Knight of Woodford is in good company, today; on his left arm is his sister, the Court Scribe and a friend to Earl Robert, Lady Seren de Woodford, in all her petite, blonde, beautiful radiance. On his other is his much loved intended, Lady Heulwen de Dinton, to whom he whispers something with a mischievous grin on their way into the Church.

His green eyes fall upon her for a long moment before he kisses her cheek. Nodding to the dignitaries at the White Abbey he knows — for his family has its connections as much as that of the other Manors — his betrothed, his sister and himself join the ceremony at the front pew reserved for the most important people in the bride's family.

And as the vassal knight and the primogen of the main line, it seems he reserves the right to deem Heulwen an equally as important guest to the occasion. There's a salute, before he sits, to Aluksander, as well as a smile of congratulations. It's the Pitton man's ceremony, and so the vassal knight chooses to be quiet and solemn, for the time being.

The Dintons are as prolific as they are bound to their duty and honor, so this is neither Heulwen's first wedding nor will it likely be her last. She is dressed modestly but in the best she could conjure not having had time to fetch her own fine gown from home. A pale blue woolen bliaut touched hastily about the hems with white banding, and her own white rope draped artfully about the hips. Her hands are clasped about Acwel's right elbow, and she glides serenely at his side as he escorts her and his sister into the church. When he leans down to murmur something to her, she tilts her head up to him to listen intently and replies with a warm smile and a faint blush. This smile she turns upon the masses at large, should any meet her gaze, and then her attention drifts to the husband-to-be lingering up by the altar.

Dressed in her most lovely dress, Seren enters with her brother and soon to be sister-in-law. With a smile, she looks at him as he interacts with his intended and offers the Dinton lady a warm smile. Once inside, she seeks her cousin, visually at least, but finds the groom standing in place. An encouraging look is given, but it is brief before she seeks out a seat to bring herself to.

Having come to this wedding as well, staying a bit less to the front of the masses gathered, Martyn has dressed up finely, like most others. He looks around at the various people present, keeping quiet so far. Nodding to those he knows, he looks to the front and the ceremony about to happen, rather thoughtfully.

As people are seated, there is a nod from the monk, a final warning before the ceremony begins. There's a song that begins, the soft sound of the monk's voices lifted to the sky. It accompanies the small procession of bride and father up the aisle towards the front of the abbey where Aluksander stands with the monk overseeing the wedding. Today, the lady knight looks like a Lady instead of a Knight, outfitted in a new dress made specially for the day. Dark green with a bodice of orange, the colors of her new house. With flowers weaved into a crown, and others given to her to carry, she walks at her father's side, cheeks flaming as she looks neither left nor right of the pews she passes.

It is the monk who then lifts his voice as those singing fade off, "We are gathered here today in the sight of God and angels, and the presence of friends and loved ones, to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes and blessings to the words which shall unite Aluksander de Pitton and Deryn de Woodford in holy matrimony."

The monk pauses, then continues after looking to the two knights, "Marriage is a most honorable estate, created and Instituted by God, signifying unto us the mystical union, which also rests between Christ and the Church; so too may this marriage be adorned by true and abiding love."

Acwel gets a lopsided grin and nod as he arrives with his own betrothed, Aluksander looking just as sheepish and awkward as when he first tried to ask Acwel if he could court Deryn. But, mission accomplished, right? He waggles his eyebrows a little to the man, before turning to see who else might have come. And then Deryn enters.

From the moment she enters, his eyes don't leave her. First just staring in surprise at the dress she's wearing, and then grinning like an idiot as she approaches with her father. Without a father to attend, and with his cousin off doing something more important, there isn't anyone standing next to Aluk to box his ears or hit his head to get him to stop looking like a fool. But, a sudden cough from his mother gets his attention and causes him to grimace and straighten up a little, regaining some semblance of composure. He watches Deryn all the way until she's standing next to him, and then he just smiles at her again. … was someone saying something? Al is a little late to turn back to the monk after he addresses them, and he obviously missed it if he was supposed to say something, so, he just nods! That'll work, right?

The monk looks to the small group at the front of the abbey, and asks, "Who is it that brings this woman to this man?"

Her father, Sir Cadfan de Woodford, who stands at Deryn's side, replies, "I do." He places his daughter's hand into Aluksander's, and then steps back, soon to take a seat with the other Woodfords in the front pew.

The earlier nervousness seems to be slowly fading, leaving Deryn smiling at Aluksander once her hand is placed in his by her father, her gaze to sweep over hte other knight in his new clothing, blushing further. Squeezing his hand briefly, she whispers something to him that gains a chuckle from the monk when overheard by the portly man in brown.

Aluksander just smirks stupidly and nods, grinning at Deryn's comment. He whispers something back at her, glancing out at the gathered audience for a second, then adding another comment before he turns more towards the monk, grinning about whatever he just said.

The monk chuckles softly, then speaks further, still smiling, "Aluksander and Deryn, life is given to each of us as individuals, and yet we must learn to live together. Love is give to us by our family and friends. We learn to love by being loved. Learning to love and living together is one of life's greatest challenges and is the shared goal of a married life." His sermon continues further, speaking of how God created love, not mankind, and how they should be happy that they found it with one another.

Clearing his throat, the monk then asks for the couple to turn towards one another and grasp hands, then to repeat the vows after him:

"I, Aluksander de Pitton , take you, Deryn de Woodford, for my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

"I, Deryn de Woodford, take you, Aluksander de Pitton, for my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. "
Long distance to Aluksander: Deryn will pose first, if you want?

Seren remains seated and listening to her cousin promising her life to another. It causes her own breath to hitch at the thought of her own pending marriage and her hands clench together as she worries about her own future. Until.. death do they part. It brings her looking towards her brother and his own betrothed briefly, before she shifts back to looking at the two getting married.

Aluksander only kinda-sorta listens to the monk. He keeps stealing glances at Deryn and smirking, something profoundly funny to him, apparently. But, he keeps his composure- mostly- until the monk has him turning. He does so, and he looks into Deryn's eyes, and then smiles so sweetly, it might ruin any future thoughts of scowling. "I, Aluksander de Pitton, take you, Deryn de Woodford, for my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." And he squeezes her hands reassuringly.

Martyn listens in quiet at the ceremony, his expression rather unreadable as he hears the words spoken at front. Every now and then glancing around at the others present as well.

Deryn is trying to not laugh, for whatever reason that has her lips trembling. This is supposed to be serious! Right? She'll blame Aluksander, likely. An attmept to pay attention to the words the monk speaks is made, though when finally urged to turn towards Aluksander, she does so, her hands held by his. His gaze is held, her own full of love for the knight opposite her as he speaks the repeats the vows spoken by the monk. And then it's her turn, "I, Deryn de Woodford, take you, Aluksander de Pitton, for my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. "

Two simple metal rings are then taken up, to be blessed by the monk before he holds them up for all to see, "May God bless these rings and let them serve as a reminder of your love, and that love is of God."

Turning to Aluksander, he holds out his hand and speaks, "Aluksander, please take Deryn's ring and place it upon her left hand, and repeat after me: "With this ring I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or in wealth, 'til death do us part."

And then turning to Deryn, he offers the last ring, "Deryn, please take Aluksander's ring and place it upon his left hand, and repeat after me: "With this ring I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or in wealth, 'til death do us part."

Acwel reaches out to squeeze his sister's shoulder briefly, looking to her with a serene gaze. Something in his entire expression seems very solemn, but the very epitome of tranquility. It might be his closeness to his lady love, or it might be the occasion he finds himself in, but there are no words, just what happiness he may express.

Heulwen watches the ceremony raptly; for all that she might have scene it a dozen times before, there is always something new and different in watching two others who are in love unite forever in marriage. A wistful smile plays about her mouth, and she rests a hand on Acwel's leg and leans in close to him while her gaze drifts between the two exchanging vows before the monk. She dares not to look at her betrothed, possibly because she would be unable to control her expression, but it is enough that they can sit together and share the moment. Instead, she glances beyond him toward Seren, and the corners of her mouth lift higher to offer the Woodford woman a warm smile. Yes, ladies might understand each other better in such moments.

Taking the ring that was given him, Aluksander looks at it for a second. He slides it on, but then he does something a little un-traditional and reaches into the neck of his cloak. He pulls out a thong that has on it /another/ ring, one that he'd been wearing for safe-keeping for … quite a while. It's actually shiny and a little pretty, and far better than a simple metal band. "With these rings," he amends, "I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or wealth, 'til death do us part."

Deryn looks surprised when Aluksander presents her with the ring that had belonged to her grandmother, given to her mother, and then to her. A rin she'd offered to him as a token to carry so long ago. The color of her cheeks does rival some of the summer blooms that decorate her brunette hair. Taking up the last ring from the monk, she turns to Aluksander, sliding it on his finger as she speaks, "With this ring I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or in wealth, 'til death do us part."

The monk watches as the rings are exchanged and slid upon their fingers, then turns his atttention beyond the couple to those gathered, "Join with me as we ask God's blessing on this couple. Shall we pray?" Head is bowed, his voice given a quiet tone, though still loud enough to still be heard in the back pew.

"Eternal Father, creator, redeemer, lover of our souls, as the first act of Aluksander and Deryn in their newly formed union, we now turn to you. We pray that as their marriage unfolds they will come to each day with love and devotion in their hearts. May laughter and joy always reside in their home. May they live with quiet grace and gentle faith; their home blessed with wide-flung doors to welcome family and friends. We pray that the love they build together may be shared with the wider world. May peace live always in their hearts in and in their home. Above all, We pray that, at the end of their life's journey, they will look at one another and know that they have loved deeply, cared fully and grown wise in the soft light of God's love. We ask this in Jesus name, Amen."

The monk's voice then speaks up as his head lifts, the smile once more on the portly man's face though it soon slips to something a little more serious, "For as much as they have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and these witnesses, and thereto have pledged their faithfulness each to the other, and have pledged the same by the giving and receiving each of a ring, I pronounce that they are husband and wife together, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." His hands move within the sign of the cross over the newly married couple, to then intone, "Those that God has joined together, let no man put asunder. " Giving the two a wider smile, the monk adds with a nod to Aluksander, "You may seal your vows with a kiss for your bride."

Aluksander checked his reckless of 10, he rolled 13.
Aluksander checked his prudent of 10, he rolled 4.

Aluksander bows his head reverently during the prayer, murmuring a quiet amen when it is finished. And then the monk makes it all official and stuff. Well … /almost/ official. Aluksander turns back to Deryn and a very mischevious grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. … buuuut, nothing comes of it as he simply reaches to gently cup her cheeks and lift her face so that he may lean down and plant a very soft and not-overly long kiss upon her lips, and then pull back so he can smile and whisper something to her.

Seren gives her brother a warm smile at the squeeze, even leaning towards him briefly. The exchange of the rings gathers her attention, especially the special addition to it, and she glances back to Acwel. It is then she catches the look from Heulwen, another tentative smile given her. Someone who understood made it somehow easier to deal with.

"Amen." The word is whispered as well by Deryn as the prayer is finished by the monk. When urged to seal their vows with a kiss, there comes that flush to her cheeks, the slight tremor in her form as she stands before her husband — HUSBAND?!! — and sees the look in his heyes. But, with the gentle kiss to be offered, she sighs and soon whispers back to him, her gaze flashing with emotion, and perhaps a shimmer of happy tears.

It's then the monk steps up, touching each one on their shoulder to get them to turn towards the crowd that watched the wedding, "May I present to you all, Sirs Aluksander and Deryn de Pitton!" Congratlations will be offered, a reminder of the papers that need to be signed, but it would seem that the ceremony is over with!

His hand covering Heulwen's, Acwel's fingers lace with those of his betrothed as she leans in close to him and he turns his face to press his lips to her cheek in a quick, affectionate caress. He has a faint smile across his lips as he watches his cousin exchange vows with Sir de Pitton while he enjoys the closeness with his Lady in their own way, even if she glances at his sister, rather than himself, and shares that smile that goes unnoticed; the arm of the hand that squeezes Seren's shoulder slips around her and pulls her in for a fraternal embrace, that smile of his brightening to her, and then he whispers something in Wen's ear, a faint grin across his lips before he kisses her cheek once again.

Partially distracted by the height of the ceremony, Heulwen tilts her head automatically toward Acwel to accept the kiss. Her hand squeezes him affectionately in response, but she is much too involved in the emotion that is emanating throughout the chapel to truly be paying attention. That is—until he leans in to whisper in her ear. She startles, and her leg kicks the seat in front of her reflexively, causing her to swallow back a yelp that comes out only as a strangled gasp of surprise. Her cheeks flush deeply, and she refuses to do anything more than stare very intently at the married couple as they finish the exchange of vows and finish up with a lovely, if politely chaste kiss at the end. But she may also end up killing Acwel in the middle of a church, so God only knows if this will become the Red Wedding #2.

Watching the end of the ceremony, Martyn lets out a breath as the married couple is presented. Watching them for a few brief moments, before he goes back to looking around at the people present, expression rather thoughtful still.

Once the kiss is accomplished and they're presented as a couple, Aluksander does what any man does in such a situation. He raises his fist in the air triumphantly, pumps it twice, and lets out a celebratory whoop. "Now! Please, join us in the garden for some refreshments! But try not to get /too/ slogged, it /is/ a church, after all," he announces loudly, grinning.

Deryn would shake her head at her husband's display then, laughing softly for moment. When he then calls out to those gathered to join them in the garden, she adds, "We will be outside momentarily." Must sign the reigster of the church and be all legal. After that, the pair will make their way to the garden where the tables have been set up with food and refreshment amongst the flowers and herbs that the monks grow there at the abbey.

Nodding to the newlywed Pittons, Acwel flashes them both a friendly smile before Heulwen's reaction almost manage to draw a chuckle from him. But he schools that expression, instead reaching to rub gently onto her foot that kicks the seat in front of her for a long moment. The deep blush of her cheeks lets that mischievous smile of his break through the carefully composed expression he was attempting to wear as a mask. After a moment, he rises to his feet, reaching for his betrothed's hand once again. "Shall we?"

Flustered, Heulwen leaps up beside Acwel without any necessary prompting and clutches at his arm a little harder than is necessary. "Yes," she replies to him forcefully through a clenched-teeth smile, casting a serene bob of her head toward Aluksander and Deryn even as she does so. "Sir Acwel, I do thank you for bringing me. Lady Seren, I forgot to say you look ever so lovely today." When turning about to leave, she surreptitiously drives her elbow into Acwel's side, but of course who is so lacking in honor as to call out a lady on such behavior?

Scene Fades

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