The Wedding Tiara

Jessamyn almost stopped at the door, her legs refusing to move. The weight of the moment pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. Ethan sensed her anxiety and patted her hand gently. "He's waiting. Do you see…?"

Jessamyn lifted her head, forcing herself to focus. Ahead, the Archons stood encircling the altar, their golden robes shimmering in the candlelight. At the center was the Primarch, resplendent in his pompous ceremonial outfit adorned with glistening gems.

Jerrick had managed to secure the Primarch to officiate their wedding, a feat that spoke volumes. In a nation that frowned upon the remarriage of a lady, the Primarch's presence set a significant and unprecedented tone foreboding the shift in the stance of the church.