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    Blow Me One More Kiss and Baby You Can Have the Best of Me - Hutchinson/Baptiste Wedding, 11/22 - All Balfour Open

    "And you don't think you'll get sick of being with the same woman for the rest of your life?" Lieutenant Miles Kapusta was standing at Tarran's right arm, playing the role of best man all the way until the zero hour. The old sailor knew already that there was nothing that would sway his captain, but he had dutifully done his best to talk the Lord of Fort Chesbrook out of it, lest their shipmates razz him for not doing his best to deter Hutchinson from giving up the freedom of the sea.

    There was a broad smile on Tarran's face, and he shrugged at the officiant who was giving the two men a disconcerted look, as though reminding them that there were nearly a thousand people in the room, including the King of Balfour. Leaning in close to his friend and mentor, the younger man chuckled. "She's a doctor, Kap. In theory, I shouldn't get sick of anything," he said merrily, pulling on his cuffs and straightening his jacket.

    Tarran almost never dressed in full naval uniform, even when at sea in official capacity. In fact, he had to have the tailor alter the jacket, pants, and vest, since all three pieces had managed to shrink since he was the nineteen year old boy who had worn them last. Evangeline had not insisted on him wearing it, and neither had anyone else. It was a decision he had come to a couple of weeks ago when he was making his way through the grand ballroom, where the reception would be held after the ceremony. The portrait of his parents that hung there, with his father in full uniform, had inspired him to dust off the duds. As much as he was determined to sail his own seas, Tarran felt as though he owed the old admiral one last moment.

    He had yet to see his bride today, some superstition about not seeing her before she walked down the aisle. As close as they had worked since she had returned, it felt odd to not have breakfast, or read the dispatches, or even walk the gardens with her by his side this morning. And now it was late afternoon. "Kap, you have the rings right," he asked, the only bit of nervousness suddenly appearing. King Lochlan, his in-laws, the hundreds of other people didn't bother him. Only having everything perfect for Eva mattered.

    "Ummm," the old man feigned unsurety as he patted down his pockets, and Tarran scowled in reaction. "I've got them, Captain," he said, a small laugh behind his old eyes. "Same as I had them the first three times you asked."

    The groom sighed, and swayed from foot to foot, trying to keep himself loose. His valet approached from behind the priest, and whispered to all three men who were standing at the front of the room. "Ten minutes," he said, a somewhat nervous look on his face. Tarran simply nodded him away.

    They had already been standing there for fifteen. But he was not concerned. If Eva was fussing as much as he would, the combined twenty-five minutes was nothing he couldn't handle. He had once stood on the bridge of the Righteous Wind for more than thirty-six hours. He could manage a half an hour.


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    Laughter spilled out into the hall that led to the room Evangeline and her sisters were getting ready in. It wasn't often that the girls were all together, and even rarer still that they had such a joyous occasion to celebrate. Evangeline stood between them, with Annemarie and Yvette circling her like sharks, fussing and fidgeting with every little detail.

    "You're not going to trip, are you?"

    "I think I remember how to walk, Yvette."

    "But there are so many people there! I'd be so nervous, I don't know how you're hiding it."

    "She's not hiding it," Annemarie piped in, her voice much calmer than Yvette's excited tones. "Think of what she's had to do before. This is nothing compared to all that."

    Evangeline wasn't ever one to talk up her own experiences, but Annemarie was right. She'd stood up in front of more people than this and put her reputation - as well as countless scores of lives - on the line. She'd been beaten and forgotten in a cold, dark cell. She'd kept one king from dying, helped save a princess, brought her true love back from the brink of death. Walking down an aisle in front of a bunch of people? It was nothing.

    "Lady Baptiste?" The voice at the door had clearly not been expecting to see three attentive faces turned toward her as she peeked her head around the door, but after a slight pause she went on. "Everyone is seated and ready. Lord Hutchinson is in place at the altar, and your father is ready in the vestibule."

    The younger girls looked to one another, excited and nervous, and Evangeline extricated herself from their fidgeting hands. "Thank you. We'll only be a few minutes more."

    The woman nodded and left, presumably to update Tarran's valet, and the three sisters were left alone once more.

    "Is everyone ready?" Eva looked at her sisters, dressed beautifully in Baptiste colors, and for the first time a hint of sadness crept into her eyes. Annemarie saw it first, and she moved to embrace her sister, with Yvette only a step behind. The Baptistes had always been close; even with Annemarie having warded with another family, they had never allowed much distance to grow between them. And there was a very obvious absence in the room, three sisters where there should have been four. Rebecca had been stolen from them, one of the first casualties of Luther's machinations, but she was represented on this day in various small ways. Yvette and Annemarie both wore jewelry that had been hers, and Evangeline carried in her bouquet a few of Rebecca's favorite flowers, perfectly fresh and in bloom thanks to the Gardiner's expertise.

    The sisters embraced for a long moment, and Eva leaned to kiss each on the forehead. They didn't have to give voice to what they were thinking; different as the three women are, they were of one mind now. They parted, each taking a turn at the mirror, before they stepped out into the hall. Evangeline led the way, and they soon reached where Winston was waiting. "Well, Dad," Evangeline said, coming to a stop just in front of their father, "are you ready?"

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    House Baptiste Winston Baptiste's Avatar  
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    "Father, stand still." Henry was fumbling with his father's die, the pin of their family's crest hanging from his lips, "I need to get this centered or it won't look right." Winston was smoothing down his dark red silken vest while looking concerned in the mirror. He could see his own reflection, or most of it, over his son's shoulder and he furrowed his brow. "Black and red and white? Don't you think it's a bit too much?" Henry looked up and scowled at him. It was a combination of his father not being practical and his father being ... well, his father. It was all a bit too much for the Baptiste boy. "Dad. Stop." His voice was more firm this time and once the older man stopped fidgeting, his necktie was in place and he was ready to put on his jacket.

    "I'm going to go and join mother. We'll keep your seat warm for you." His son placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, which he had no problem with mirroring the sentiment. "When you see me next, I will be a father with one less daughter beneath his roof." Henry shook his head and turned to leave. "Father, you knew this day would come. You wouldn't want her miserable and haunting our halls now would you?" The boy joked, but Winston Baptiste knew he was correct.

    Winston had been wringing his hands for some time before a woman came in to check on him. She'd asked if he was ready and then escorted him to the vestibule to wait for his daughters to arrive. He allowed his mind to roam, but it always returned to the same fact. He'd done surgeries that were less scary than this day. He began to pace, the only outlet he could find to burn all the extra energy he'd found when he'd come to the realization that he was terrified. It seemed as though he'd paced for hours before he heard her voice behind him. He slowly turned around and looked up to see his daughters standing before him, each as beautiful and as radiant as ever.

    For a moment the man could not respond. He took a few deliberate steps toward Eva and held out both his hands to take her free one into his. "You. Look beautiful." Her sisters did too, but it was Eva's day and she was not to be out-shined. "You know I'm not ready to give you away, but the more important question is, are you ready?" He gave her a warm smile and slipped his arm under her's. He would prepare to walk her down the aisle or run her to the nearest carriage, whatever her desire.

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    Lochlan had been given a seat, front row center, on the groom's side of the room. The Princess Tatianna, sat to his right and there were guards throughout the room. While it was given that the royal family dressed in their finest for the ceremony, the King had insisted that the knights' armor were completely cleaned and polished. He refused to be the reason the bride's decorating plans went to hell.

    He looked around the room to see many faces of Lords and Ladies he'd been meeting with over the past few weeks. His gaze landed on the mother of the bride and he gave her a warm smile. Her son had rejoined her, just as he looked over, and he knew he'd need to spend a fair amount of time speaking with the Baptiste family.

    The King had to stop himself as he fiddled with the clasps that kept his jacket closed tight, he couldn't look as though he were bored. It was the opposite, he was excited to get on with marrying this couple but the outfit he'd chosen for the event was a bit uncomfortable. It fit well enough but he'd been wearing so few garments in comparison that formal attire was starting to drive him out of his mind.

    he tried to get his sister's attentions by leaning over to give her a little nudge with his elbow. "How are you feeling Tatianna?" His voice was just above a whisper while he checked in on her well being. She had been travelling with him a lot lately and he didn't have too many great concerns for her, only that this was a bit of a larger crowd than she'd seen since the parties they threw for her and he'd hoped she was not anxious.


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    "I think father is going all degrees of crazy back there." Henry unbuttoned his jacket as he took his seat next to his mother. He caught the eyes of the King and gave him a gracious bow. He'd spent a fair amount of time, as of late, in the castle. His task of administering extra medicines and making sure no one had adverse reactions was quite time consuming. Though he didn't mind, it meant he got to spend time in the company of the Princess. The woman in question, who sat next to the King, he smiled to when he bowed to she and King Lochlan.

    "That amount of stress, he's going to give himself an illness." He shook his head and settled completely into his seat. "I fear he may try to convince our dearest Eva to run." The boy was only half joking and spoke only loud enough that his mother could hear. "Either way, he's dressed and his outfit is in perfect order. I do hope the ladies are getting on easily enough?"

    The room was filling up, Lords and Ladies were all waiting to see the grand ceremony and a little part of Henry's heart hurt. All this meant that Eva wouldn't be at home anymore. That he wouldn't see her as often as he did when they were growing up. Sadly, he hadn't seen her often as of late, but they were so busy with the current climate of their country and their active roles in all aspects that it became difficult to think of much else. Now he was faced with the truth that Evangeline would be leaving them for good and he found it a difficult pill to swallow.

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    House Farrand-Calhoun Tatianna Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    A lot of the people gathered for the wedding were familiar to Tatianna now. Before the tour, she had known few nobles by sight and even fewer by name. She felt more a part of the royal family after traveling through the provinces and becoming acquainted with so many members of the Balfour nobility. No longer was she quite so nervous around them and she didn't feel so awkward when they treated her with deference.

    Sitting next to Lochlan in the front row, she glanced curiously around the room, admiring the decorations and noting the way some of the other courtiers were dressed, smiling at those she recognized. She wondered what Evangeline was feeling on this most important day, and wished she would have been able to give her her best wishes before the ceremony. But her place was here beside her brother, and there would be time later to congratulate both the bride and the groom. Both of them had always been so kind to her.

    Looking over to where the Baptiste family was seated, she watched as Evangeline's brother joined his mother. As if sensing her gaze, he glanced toward her, bowing to both Lochlan and herself. Tatianna smiled at Henry shyly, turning away before he could see the blush that blossomed across her cheeks. Her eyes fell to her hands clasped demurely in her lap. She hoped to get the chance to speak to Henry later as well. For some reason that she couldn't explain, she had missed him after he had left the palace and had thought of him often while she had been touring Balfour. It was good to see him again.

    The young princess jumped when her brother nudged her and asked how she was. She thought he had been very solicitous of her during their travels and appreciated his concern. Tatianna felt that she knew him better now too, and was no longer wary of him as she had been before they had begun their journey. Reaching out, she squeezed his hand. “I'm fine,” she replied. “I'm afraid I was a bit lost in my thoughts.” She hoped he didn't ask her what those thoughts entailed.


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    The Lord of Lawnbury seemed to be enjoying himself more than usual for gatherings such as these. Perhaps it might have been the presence of the King, and the fact that he was still blissfully ignorant to much of what was happening back at home. Jenner thought that he had spied the man eyeing his date, and a small smile crept over his face. He had not yet forgotten about their interaction the previous fortnight, and Jenner considered whether or not he thought that the ruler of Balfour might have spent a few nights considering Mariana Jameson in the time that had passed since he was last in their company.

    And his grace would not have been faulted by Jenner if he had. Mari was very much worth the consideration, and the dress she had worn to the wedding could well have been the envy of the queen, if she were present for the ceremony. His Violet had plenty of dresses. Jenner allowed her a clothing stipend on top of her salary, and had even made wardrobe purchases for her as gifts. But for the occasion of Tarran Hutchinson's wedding, he had brought in a proper designer, and allowed Mari to set the specifications of her own gown. And while the woman was more than capable of filling out any dress that was good enough for a noble, having one that was measured, fitted, and cut just for her had caused a few whispers from his fellow nobles as they found their seat, though that might partly be due to the fact that she wasn't exactly known in Balfourian society. But Lochlan had noticed her, and that was enough for Jenner. No doubt, he would face lots of questions from those who inquired, and found that Jenner had brought a servant as his date.

    The events of their journey had proven enlightening and exciting, but the man had put it in the past for the time being. Mari, if she still had concerns, didn't show them. She was, as always, a picture of grace. Jenner placed his hand into her lap and wrapped it around her folded ones and squeezed lightly. Leaning closer so that he could not be overheard, he whispered softly in her ear. "I do hope the ceremony is boring," he told her with a smile. "If it's too terribly romantic, we might have to return to our rooms early. And I was hoping that your new dress would get more than one wearing," he chided her. He knew as well as she that they would not escape the reception that easily.


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    Amelia sat alone in the front of the crowd, flanked on both sides by empty seats. They would be filled soon enough; Henry would return after sorting his father out, and then Winston himself would take his seat after their darling Evangeline was handed off. Yvette, too, would join them after she'd followed the wedding party up, and together they would watch the oldest Baptiste daughter marry. The matriarch of the medically-minded family had conflicting feelings about the event, but what shone through the most was her happiness. Yes, she was sad her oldest girl wouldn't be home anymore, and she would miss working beside Eva and having her handy to help or bounce ideas off of. But when the sadness felt too much, she would remember how she had felt when she'd married Winston. It had been like gaining a piece of herself she'd never realized was missing, and from there they'd built a bond of love, affection, and respect that was so strong it formed the bedrock of the whole family. Already Evangeline and Tarran had a strong bond, tempered in the forge of hardship, and Amelia was excited to see them finally properly united.

    And, come to it, Amelia was also very excited by the prospect that grandchildren might well follow a marriage.

    She was picturing how adorable Eva and Tarran's children would be, with Eva's big brown eyes and Tarran's sandy blonde curls, when Henry returned, and she put her hand on his knee after he sat. "Your father's more attached to you children than he'd ever let on," she said with a bit of a smile. "The old softie's so proud of you all now that you're grown, but he's never been good at letting you go." She remembered how troubled he'd been for months after they'd warded Annemarie with the Romanovs. He'd not regretted the decision, as it was beneficial for all involved, but he'd powerfully missed his little girl.

    Amelia only offered a knowing smile and a small shake of her head at the idea of Winston convincing Evangeline to run. Nothing in the world could keep her daughter from her dashing sea captain, and they all knew it. "It's good you saw to him...I can't imagine the disarray he would've been in if he'd been left to sort himself out." She turned to face her son a little more fully, and brushed an invisible speck of dust off his shoulder. "You're always so well turned out, my boy. I don't know where you got it from, but it certainly wasn't either of your parents."

    She'd certainly done her best to look good, and Eva had assured her she looked fine, but Henry always polished up better than either of his parents, and Amelia, in properly motherly fashion, was convinced her son was the most handsome lad in all of Balfour. "The girls were nearly ready when I left them a little bit ago. I can't imagine it'll be long now."

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    House Farrand-Calhoun Lochlan Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    The Princess wore a bit of a blush and Lochlan glanced away, quickly, to see where her eyes had been. Henry Baptiste had sat down and he watched the boy as he unbuttoned his coat and settled into the bench beside his mother. The empty seats would soon include the father of the bride and the other family but he turned his gaze back to his family that was seated beside him.

    Yes there was an adviser seated next to Tatianna but their bench was rather empty. It gave Lochlan's heart pain to know that his wife and child were home and waiting for them. "I can understand the need to retreat inward from time to time." He responded in a low voice, "we are often surrounded by others and left feeling lonely." It was, to some degree, true. They were never alone as of late but they were also not in the company of those they desired the most.

    The tour was almost over though, and they would do well once they were returned to the castle. He shook his head in an attempt to pull himself back to the conversation at hand. His goal was to give his sister as much advice and experience as he could when it came to navigating social situations. It would be soon enough that she would be expected to attend certain functions on behalf of the crown and without other members of the royal family at her side.

    "Have you given much thought to ladies in waiting? You could do with some company your own age." He gave her a kind smile and allowed his eyes to fall upon the alter, meticulously decorated, and remembered his own wedding. It was one of the happiest days of his life, and he could even remember the smell of his wife that day, how her hands in his felt like the touch of bliss and fury. He had burned to pull her into his embrace and when the finally took their first kiss as man and wife, it was all he could do to stop himself from yanking her toward him.

    There were times he realized that he didn't deserve her, he couldn't treat her the way she needed to be treated ... But this wasn't the time or the place for self inspection.

    This was the time to celebrate the wedding of two people who served their country with pride and distinction. He'd only hoped his adviser had not forgotten the wedding gift.

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    He gave his mother a sidelong look at the mention of his father's quite devotion to his children. "I think he's in the process of giving up that secret in front of the ladies as we speak." There was a soft chuckle that gave away his own secret. He loved his family, dearly so, and this day would be truly sad for him as well. What would he do without Eva? He cared for each of his sisters, and he loved that Eva was happy, but did her happiness have to mean leaving? They each knew this day would come, though in his case he'd be taking over the family lands.

    So mother and father would give away each of their daughters, but Henry would always be there. When his mother began fussing over him, he snapped out of his train of thought and back to the situation at hand. "We can't let him out of the house looking like he'd fallen off a wagon." Henry winked to his mother but straightened his jacket absently. He was acutely aware he was being watched, and he had a sneaking feeling he knew who was doing the watching.

    "It's likely I got it from you mother, you look fantastic." She truly did, and though Henry was starting to learn the social acceptance of 'little white lies', he didn't have to think twice about complimenting his mother. "I am confident that you could dress yourself independently, without the help of your children. Father on the other hand ..." He didn't finish his thought, in this case, Amelia could read his mind and he knew it.

    He took a deep breath, his mother reminded him that the wedding ceremony would start soon. "I hope everything goes smoothly." He couldn't find anything else to say. His mother had turned to face him so he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. "I truly want her to be happy mom."

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    Mariana's presence beside her lord wasn't altogether strange; she had accompanied him on official business and to various events over the years, even though with the war and the plague it had been quite some time since they'd been out among Jenner's peers. At first it had been as simple arm candy, but she had proven her worth as an extra set of eyes and ears. Now it felt like another layer had been added, and that she was properly Jenner's companion. Her lord's affection for her had been displayed before the King, seemingly without any disapproval from the monarch. And, with what Jenner had said about succession, even though nobody else knew, she felt more entitled than ever to be among those who for her whole life had been her social betters to such an extent that socializing them should be inconceivable.

    As usual, though, Mari was poised and collected. She sat with her impeccable posture, looking for all the world like she belonged right where she was. The dress helped; it would have been difficult to feel inferior in something so perfectly tailored. It hugged all the right places without looking unseemly, and the blue not only complimented her complexion, it exactly matched the peacock on the Pavon crest. Her hair, kept at a length to just brush her shoulders, was pulled simply back from her face by combs that had been a gift from Jenner, keeping the dress squarely as the focal point of her appearance. "You wouldn't," she said firmly, but without much conviction. He would ruin her dress, she well knew, if it pleased him to do so.

    Content as she was to be here, part of Mari's mind couldn't help going back over the events of their trip to Fort Chesbrook. It had wider implications than she really wanted to deal with right now, and was going to take some time for her to unpack fully. How much of it was her fault? What was she supposed to do with the knowledge she now had, and was it her obligation to do anything at all? And, perhaps most importantly, how could she ensure she kept Jenner entirely free from association to the whole mess? It wasn't something she was going to figure out easily, and might take more of a hands-on approach than she would like, but no matter what it wasn't getting resolved today. For the moment Mariana put it from her mind again, and moved to lace her fingers into her lord's. "Are you pleased, to be back out socializing after so long?"

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    "You know I'm not ready to give you away, but the more important question is, are you ready?"

    Evangeline's answer required no thought, and was spoken with the kind of gentle, earnest honesty that had been her way since she was young. "I absolutely am." Leaning in, she kissed her father on the cheek, her smile radiant. If anyone could understand the draw of true, strong love, she knew it was her parents. "You know this doesn't mean you're getting rid of me, though, right? In no time I'm going to have access to an entire fleet of ships and riverboats, and home is just a quick trip up the river." And a pleasant one, if her journey with Liliana had been any indication. "I can leave here in the evening, be rocked to sleep by the river, and be home in time to crash breakfast."

    "Do you promise?" Although the two younger sisters had tried to hold their own conversation to avoid eavesdropping, Yvette had never been the best at keeping her nose out of other peoples' business. "You could still come home for birthdays and things?"

    Eva laughed, and nodded. "And you can come up here to visit, if you need to get away from everything. It's a big castle, plenty of room for guests." Yvette grinned and clapped, while Annemarie stood beside her looking somewhat disapproving that Yvette had butted into a conversation that wasn't hers, but there was a smile pulling at her lips, as well. Eva was going to continue, but they had been noticed, and Tarran's valet was at the door.

    "Is everyone ready to begin?"

    On cue, the girls took their places - Annemarie in the front, and Yvette behind Eva, to babysit the train of her gown. With a nod the valet closed the doors, and a moment later they could hear music rise. Evangeline squeezed her father's arm, and looked up at him with what might've been tears forming in her eyes. "I love you, Daddy. Thank you for everything."

    Before there was time for a response, the doors opened once more, and Annemarie began her stately walk down the aisle. When she was halfway, Evangeline took a deep breath, and together with her father started the last walk she'd take as a Baptiste. The music swelled at her appearance, and her eyes locked onto Tarran; it was so odd not having seen him all day, and she was utterly taken with how he looked in his full naval uniform. The look on her face left no room for doubt, and there wasn't even a hint of nervousness in her expression - it was happiness, excitement, love.

    She didn't even hear the music, and barely noticed the crowd; she only had eyes for the man who would, in mere moments, be her husband. The walk seemed interminable, both sad and sweet, and she held tightly to her father's arm. Briefly looking at the crowd, she spotted her mother and Henry and gave them a smile, but then her attention was back to the moment at hand. Annemarie had arrived at her post and turned, mirroring Lieutenant Kapusta's position, and she looked serene as Evangeline and Winston stopped just before the altar. They had arrived at the moment when Eva would be given away, and as Tarran stepped forward to claim her, Eva looked to her father, hoping her smile would give him some comfort.

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    House Pavon Jenner Pavon's Avatar  
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    Mari's insinuation at what Jenner might or might not do cause a small smirk to form on his lips. It was entirely possible that Jameson was correct in her assumption, simply due to the fact that Pavon had an acute appreciation for fine things, and for his precious Violet's happiness. "Mayhaps not," he said, sliding his hand into hers as they sat patiently awaiting the bride. "Though I would probably devote more than an adequate amount of time to imagining it," he told her with a small squeeze of her hand.

    The follow up question required a little more thought on his part, and he seemed to be considering it as they waited on the bride to join them. Jenner was relatively content with the life he had built for himself, even if it was more secluded than it had been in years past. He had spent more time touring the islands and making the acquaintances of his fellow lords than he likely would have had he come into power earlier, but as he matured and his mind gravitated to settling more into his preferred life with Mariana, he could easily envision himself being more of a socialite, if only for her benefit. Jenner had concluded that she had earned the right to nobility and all of the benefits that were attached. He could not very easily dissolve the household he had built, nor did he really care to, so giving it up entirely was not an option. But he certainly had begun to imagine a future where the two of them traveled more freely and visited whichever luxurious resorts they might choose.

    "I think it would be premature to say," he informed her, knowing that there was still some unease over the fact that Roselyn and her pet were still back in Lawnbury, and he didn't trust either of them by half. "Though I do look forward to the fact that there is potential for being pleased." A return home to find everything in order would set his mind more secure, and make any such future travels more appealing. "And what of you, my love? How long has it been since you last left the grounds of Lawnbury? Surely it must be nice to stretch your legs, get away from the girls, have a chance to visit with family? Hmmm?"

    He was smiling, and that was a good thing, even if she wasn't. Jenner had not held Mari responsible for the incident on the road, nor was he overly upset by it in general. The man had always been intrigued to meet the Jameson family, though he hadn't imagined it would be in the manner which her brother had been introduced.

    When the music piped up and the bride began her march, the assembled crowd lurched to their feet, Jenner and Mariana joining them. The man slid his arm around the woman's waist as they turned in unison to watch the procession. He knew that his own wedding would never, and could never, be this kind of spectacle, but he hoped that whoever would be making that walk toward him would look half as happy about the prospect as Evangeline Baptiste looked. Perhaps it would be Jameson in the end. Or perhaps nobody at all. He could not picture a third scenario.


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    Winston listened to the interaction between his daughters, Eva's kiss still lingering on his cheek, and his eyes flitted from one child to the next as they spoke among themselves. Promises being made, he knew they'd be kept, and the excitement that was spreading through them as they stood just on the other side of Eva's future. Their excitement and smile were infectious, and what was once a worried father became a man who was excited to help his daughter into one of the most important roles she'd hold in her lifetime. Second to being a healer, of course.

    The valet had approached the doors, slowly as he noticed they were still talking, from the corner he'd been sitting in. Winston tried his level best to stop chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. It was a patch of skin now that was quite raw and he was a bit sore with himself that he'd let it get so bad!

    A squeeze of his arm brought Winston back to the present. Her words tested his spirits a second time, he swallowed hard so as not to let a tear fall as he looked to his daughter. He cleared his throat before attempting to speak but his response was cut short by the music. He watched as Annemarie started walking away from them and took in a deep breath to calm his nerves for the task at hand.

    The change in music urged the pair forward. Somewhere deep in the back of Winston's mind he kept repeating his mantra: 'Do not trip'. Eva's grip on his arm kept him grounded as they walked down the aisle toward her future husband. When they'd finally made it to the altar, the Baptiste man looked to his daughter and smiled. The look she wore, she was happy, radiant even! For a moment, she reminded him of her mother.

    As the words were spoken, Winston handed his daughter's hand to Tarran and gave the man a firm nod before turning to seat himself. He did his part in the ceremony and now he sat, holding Amelia's hand tight and tried not to let a tear fall.

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    Tarran had spent more than a few days during the war staring at incoming ballista bolts, and as such wasn't one who broke easily. There was reason to be nervous, or even intimidated given the number of Baptistes in the room, but Tarran didn't betray either, other than to bounce very slightly on the balls of his feet. This, if asked, he would have simply written off to impatience and a desire to keep his circulation from slowing down. In fact, Kapusta was more fidgety than he was, twirling the rings in his fingers with some apprehension, unable to fight the tick but simultaneously worried that he would drop the bands.

    When the music changed, and the procession for Eva started, the Captain and Lord of Fort Chesbrook couldn't help but smile. He had been faithful in not seeing his future bride until this moment, and it had been worth the wait. Like a ship that a sailor could see in his mind's eye, even help to design and build, seeing the finished product was still enough to make him giddy, even if he had thought he was well aware of what the outcome should have been. This was Tarran's reaction to the appearance of his bride. He had never seen her as anything but an angel of mercy, beautiful in every minute detail. But now, in her flowing gown on the day of their union, she was still more than he had ever dreamed.

    Inhaling sharply and puffing out his chest a little at the nod from his father-in-law, Tarran returned the gesture respectfully. Feeling Evangeline's hand in his, the man gave her something between a smile and a laugh, before mouthing his appreciation for her beauty silently. The music crescendoed as the couple turned toward the officiant, and when the final note died away, Tarran thought that he could sense the collective hush fall over the congregation, even before he was sure that there was silence. He couldn't even hear the sound of his own heartbeat, of which he was normally acutely aware. All that remained was the soft pulse he could feel coming from the union of his hand with his bride's.

    The officiant was speaking then, and Tarran could only partly follow what was being said. He knew the cue words and what his response should be. He wouldn't miss them. But while the blessing to Moreesa was being offered, the sea captain was only interested in taking in the visage of Evangeline. Their relationship had always been strong, and even though he was a firm believer that he was forever in Moreesa's debt for her favors on the open sea, he didn't imagine that his marriage would need any divine assistance.

    "I, Tarran Daniel Hutchinson, take you Evangeline, as my wife," he found himself saying quite clearly, even though he didn't remember being prompted. The ring was already sliding along her finger. Everything was happening in the blink of an eye, and in slow motion, both at the same time.


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