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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing, NCSoft regrettably does, I make no profit off of this story that is based on Lineage2.

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High Priest Gregory took in the large throne room from his place atop the dais. He had only rarely been inside the castle before and to say he was impressed was an understatement. The servants had done a spectacular job decorating.

His eyes landed on the guests. There were a large number of dark elves and orcs, as he had expected there would be. Most of those were part of Nathavin’s troops. But there were also a respectable number of dwarves and light elves.

He frowned slightly in concern. He had been expressly told to follow the dark elven customs regarding the wedding vows. Would the gathered light elves oppose to those vows? He had been given to understand that Queen Caellia herself would likely not oppose them, though there were some who doubted this, and because of that the rest of the light elves would follow her lead. Shaking his head, he realized it did not matter what any of them thought. Lord Nathavin had decided on the outcome of this ceremony long ago. Any deviation from the expected outcome would be dealt with.

Lord Nathavin listened carefully as Alfred gave a careful rundown of those currently inside the throne room to witness the wedding. He was surprised to learn that there were quite a large number of light elves in attendance. He had been under the impression that most of them had stayed in their home village. Apparently Nalia had slyly sent a small battalion to Goddard to witness the event.

“My Lord,” Alfred began hesitantly, “about the ceremony.” Pausing slightly he continued at Nathavin’s silence. “Do you still intend to follow through with the traditional dark elven customs?”

“Yes.” Nathavin replied evenly as he finished pulling on the formal garments laid out for him. “I have no intention of changing them just because a few of the light elves have shown up.”

“But, my Lord, what if…”

“I will not change it.” Nathavin turned to look at Alfred fully. “Caellia will accept this.”

Alfred sighed, “Yes my Lord.” Turning to leave the room he quietly stated. “It must nearly be time. I will go check on the progress.”

Nathavin paced the room a few minutes, his hand lightly fisted and idly tapping the side of his right leg. If he had been aware of the movement, he would have instantly stopped. It was the only outward sign of just how on edge he was. Hearing the faint sounds of the echo crystals as they began to play, he strode from the room.

The giant throne room fell silent as the crystals began to play softly and everyone quietly lined the edges of the red carpet. Alfred surveyed them from his position in front of the throne. Once seeing that everyone had settled into positions, he called the honor guard to step out, officially beginning the ceremony.

The heavy doors to the throne room swung open and four dark elven males stepped boldly into throne room shoulder to shoulder wearing matching armor. The main plates of the armor were a dark purple black and the wing-like extensions on the back were drastically different from any other armor set worn by the dark elves. Slender and spiny, they reached high into the air before curving back down. The two centermost elves carried one flag each. One flag was raised slightly higher, the flag for the dark elven race. The second flag was the flag of Goddard. Climbing the ramp, they branched off at the second level from the top of the dais. Two went to the left and two went to the right.

At Alfred’s direction, a second honor guard followed the first. However this time it was a small unit of light elves. Like the dark elves, they were dressed in their finest armor of muted gold and silver. Five in total, they formed two lines of two with one in the center. The center elf held the light green flag of their race. They proceeded in the same way as the dark elves had but branched off one level below that of the dark elves. Three to the right, and two to the left.

Two more honor guards followed, one for the dwarves and orcs each. A slight change in the music and Alfred announced High Priest Gregory. The Priest, who had since moved from his earlier position on the throne so as to enter the throne room appropriately with the processional, stepped forward and made his way up the ramp to stand by Alfred.

Alfred then stood a bit taller as the echo crystals once again effortlessly slipped into a slightly different, more commanding tune. “Lord Nathavin Rilynmitore of Goddard.”

Lord Nathavin strode confidently through the throne room. All traces of his earlier tension gone. To those watching, he seemed completely at ease with the entire situation. Once at the top of the dais, he nodded curtly to the High Priest before turning to face the massive doors. Eyes widening in surprise, he wondered at what point in his brief walk to the throne they had closed.

Alfred suppressed a small chuckle as he noticed Nathavin’s surprise. “Kattath wanted to make Caellia’s entrance as grand as possible my Lord.” He whispered to Nathavin. “That is why the doors are shut.”

Nathavin only nodded mutely.

After a minute Alfred signaled the doors to be opened again.

Six dwarven females stood in front of two large panels of cloth held by flag poles. One by one, they slowly filed into the room, each one dropping flower petals onto the floor as they went. Finally the last one stopped at the foot of the ramp and went to her assigned place.

While everyone had been watching the dwarves, the panels had been brought away. When everyone turned back to the doors, Caellia stood proudly in the center of them.

Nathavin’s heart stopped as he looked back to the doors. Caellia stood elegantly between them. He didn’t notice Kattath standing just behind her. He only saw Caellia.

Caellia felt her mouth go dry as she let her eyes travel up the length of the red carpet, up the ramp and finally rested them on Nathavin. She had never seen him wear anything other than his armor. The formal wear fit him perfectly. As she heard her name called, formally announcing her, she stepped forward and began to slowly traverse the length of the room.

As she drew closer, she saw that he was wearing a crown. Solid mithril, and simplistically designed in the front, it had two spread wings, one on either side. No jewels adorned it, the spread upraised wings on the side its only defining feature. She had never seen him wear it before and it only heightened her awareness of the fact that he was a Lord. A small shudder ran through her as her hands tightened their grip on the small bouquet of flowers she held.

Eyes on her back, Kattath saw the small shudder ripple across Caellia’s exposed back. It was the only outward sign of nerves Caellia had shown since this morning.

Reaching the foot of the ramp, Caellia began the climb upward. At the top, she came face to face with Nathavin and her breath hitched in her throat as she got her first good look at him.

Neither moved for long seconds as they each took in the others appearance.

Nathavin’s nostrils flared slightly as he took in the way the gown hugged her slender figure. His eyes traveled the length of her, from the top of her head to the hem of the gown as it swept the floor and back. Reaching out a hand, he gently brushed his fingers through her hair, glad that she’d worn it loose. “Caellia,” he breathed softly as he stepped closer to her, “you look beautiful.”

Blushing crimson, Caellia looked away from him.

His hand moved from her hair to her chin and pulled her face back to his. “Don’t look away from me Caellia.” He whispered hoarsely. “I want to see you.”

Caellia could only nod nervously as she looked up at him.

High Priest Gregory smiled at the display of affection between the two of them. It was plainly clear that they loved one another. After allowing them a brief moment of privacy, he cleared his throat.

Snapped back to reality, both Nathavin and Caellia looked to the Priest. Recovering quickly, Nathavin placed his hand on Caellia’s hip and turned her to face the Priest while simultaneously pulling her tightly to his side. As the Priest began speaking, Nathavin became aware of just how much Caellia was trembling. He glanced concernedly down at her, what was wrong?

Caellia had just become aware of the fact that just as her formal wear had been designed according to light elven customs, his had been designed to follow the dark elven customs. His formal wear had been designed so that his midriff and the upper part of his chest were largely exposed. Completely caught off guard, Caellia shook with newfound tension.

Wanting to stop her shaking, Nathavin moved to place his hand on her back comfortingly and instantly froze when he realized the dress was backless. He felt her breathing stop. For a moment, the only movement he felt from her was the small tremors skating up and down her back. As the moment stretched and she still hadn’t drawn in a breath, he leaned his head down to her ear and whispered urgently. “Breathe Caellia!”

Priest Gregory paid them no mind as he continued with the preliminary speech.

Caellia released the breath she’d been holding and swiftly drew in a new one.

As the minutes crept by High Priest Gregory finally turned to Nathavin “My Lord.” He intoned with respect before bowing and stepping to the side.

Nathavin turned to face Caellia fully. Lifting her chin upwards with one hand, he stared into her eyes while stating in a clear, strong voice. “I, Lord Nathavin Rilynmitore, claim you, Queen Caellia Kennyrmitore, to be my wife, my Lady and Queen, and my one true love. This claim is eternal and can never be undone. Our lives, once separate, are now one.”

Caellia stood still for a moment as the full impact of the words hit her. ‘Claimed’, not ‘chosen’, not ‘take’, but ‘claim’. It was funny, she thought to herself, not too long ago she would have been indignant over the fact that he was claiming her. Now, however, she could not muster up the ability to be indignant over it. In fact, in a strange way, she was comforted by it. Emboldened by her revelation, she looked up into his eyes and repeated the lines she’d rehearsed earlier in the day with Kattath. “I, Queen Caellia Kennyrmitore, take you Lord Nathavin Rilynmitore, to be my husband, my Lord and King, and my one true love. I will trust and honor you for eternity.”

Then both of them repeated the final lines together.

“Wherever you shall go, I will follow. Wherever you shall stay, I will stay. Your people are my people and I will protect them as such. And when you die, I will die, and be buried at your side.”

Nathavin and Caellia silently regarded each other for long seconds as the High Priest took a matching crown and placed it on Caellia’s head. As the High Priest turned to the gathered witnesses and announced them as the Lord and Lady of Goddard, Nathavin pulled Caellia to him and whispered to her, his voice slightly harsh by the emotions roiling through him. “You belong to me.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply as he kissed her possessively.
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