The ceremony was simple, because the people getting married wanted it that way.
There was no priest. There was no long rite, no scripture, no stranger standing between them to make it official. Ananta Regalon had never needed an outside authority to tell it what was true, and a wedding was no different. The four of them simply walked to the twin arches as the last of the daylight faded, and the tens of thousands of guests fell quiet, and the only sound across the whole vast field was the soft hum of Ainen's lanterns waking in the dark.
Noah and Kira stood beneath the right arch. Almond and Lily stood beneath the left, where the two arches met and intertwined overhead. They did not need anyone to speak for them. They spoke for themselves.
Noah went first, and his voice was steady now, the way it had not been when he announced this. He looked at Kira and did not look anywhere else.
