Finally the young White Lily's face began to cool as the priest intoned from the holy book. Lillian had been raised to be a very devout Ansgardian, as most of Connlaoth was. She had broken vows of chastity and obedience, given herself to a man to whom she wasn't married, and a number of other very sinful things.
This was a vow taken of her own accord, and one she intended to keep. Her heart fluttered and her eyes glanced back at Blaith as he affirmed to take her as his wife. She felt like her heart might stop her chest felt so tight. Every nerve, every pulse, every throb was for him.
"Do you," the priest paused a moment, looking at her expectantly.
"Lillian Coleridge." She supplied her name without hesitation, though the priest seemed to falter for a moment before continuing in an admirably professional manner.
"Take this man to be your husband? Through sickness and health, richer or poorer - forever as long as you both shall live?"
"Yes, I do." The words fell softly from her lips, but they were spoken with conviction and without hesitation.
"Then by the power vested in my by His Most Holy Ansgar, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
Lillian turned immediately and tilted her head up expectantly, more than ready to receive the first kiss from her husband.