[A week ago he worried that there would not be space enough for all the guests, or that the weather would not cooperate, or that Amarië would change her mind, or that Anar would fall from the sky. Now it is here and, for all he can tell, it is perfect. Outwardly he looks calm but inside he is lost. While he has dreamt of this day for ages, he cannot believe it has come and, in some ways, he feels it is not real. Somewhere deep in his mind he knows that this should not be happening, but when she looks at him like that, he knows that part must be wrong. This is the only thing he could ever have wished for.
He smiles, her question swimming in his head, and part of him is pleased to know she is as nervous as he. It is time to move forward; the people are waiting. "You may say whatever you like so long as it doesn't bother you to carry me there. I think I have forgotten how to work my legs."]