[ After drifting off to a blissful night's sleep with her beloved, Yoimiya finds herself not in Ellipsa, but walking up to a magnificent Snezhnayan church that stands proudly in the middle of a garden of ice. At her side are her kind-hearted parents, tearing up with joy as they lead their daughter to the happiest day of her life. The back of her Snezhnayan dress elegantly flows in the wind, various shades of ranunculus flowers that match with her dress are neatly woven into her golden hair, and to top it all off is a beautiful kokoshnik that sits on her head. From head to toe, she feels like a princess making her grand entrance to meet with her betrothed.
It hasn't even occurred to her that this is a dream, their wedding so natural as if they've planned every last detail for many, many months. Snowflakes fall from the sky, dusting the path leading to her love but in spite of the cold, Yoimiya is filled to the brim with warmth seeing the happy faces of Ajax's parents and siblings welcoming her into their family with open arms. Once they're close enough, her parents give her one final hug and a warm smile directed at their soon-to-be son-in-law. He's paid the random and more than earned their approval. From the bottom of their hearts, they fully trust this man to take care of their daughter, both of them at ease knowing she's in the hands of someone who swore to love and protect her. They depart to join the rest of the guests, leaving Yoimiya to take her place right next to Ajax.
At long last, she makes eye contact with the love of her life. She looks up, feeling her heart beating profoundly inside of her chest at the sight of his perfect visage against the wintry backdrop. He's stunning as always... the fallen snowflakes shimmers off his face in an empyreal glow, his ginger hair tucked underneath the cossack kubanka astrakhan hat, the red and white garb of his homeland giving him the appearance of a prince. To her, he always and will forever be the most gorgeous person in the whole universe.
Finally, she turns to greet the Tsaritsa, bowing her head out of respect to the Cyro Archon. It truly is an honor to have Snezhnaya's god be the one to oversee this marriage and unite them in holy matrimony. ]
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It hasn't even occurred to her that this is a dream, their wedding so natural as if they've planned every last detail for many, many months. Snowflakes fall from the sky, dusting the path leading to her love but in spite of the cold, Yoimiya is filled to the brim with warmth seeing the happy faces of Ajax's parents and siblings welcoming her into their family with open arms. Once they're close enough, her parents give her one final hug and a warm smile directed at their soon-to-be son-in-law. He's paid the random and more than earned their approval. From the bottom of their hearts, they fully trust this man to take care of their daughter, both of them at ease knowing she's in the hands of someone who swore to love and protect her. They depart to join the rest of the guests, leaving Yoimiya to take her place right next to Ajax.
At long last, she makes eye contact with the love of her life. She looks up, feeling her heart beating profoundly inside of her chest at the sight of his perfect visage against the wintry backdrop. He's stunning as always... the fallen snowflakes shimmers off his face in an empyreal glow, his ginger hair tucked underneath the cossack kubanka astrakhan hat, the red and white garb of his homeland giving him the appearance of a prince. To her, he always and will forever be the most gorgeous person in the whole universe.
Finally, she turns to greet the Tsaritsa, bowing her head out of respect to the Cyro Archon. It truly is an honor to have Snezhnaya's god be the one to oversee this marriage and unite them in holy matrimony. ]