October 20th, 1614
Border traditions were a refreshing change for Sir Joslin de Lonnare in the morning before his wedding. There was no formal breakfast with the lord of the keep; no ritualized bathing ceremony or outdated insistence upon keeping him purely in the company of men as the time ticked toward his nuptial hour. He was always in company, of course, but that company was that of his friend, Phillipe, and a very skilled old man and his wife, who adjusted the best clothing of the deceased eldest brother of the Darroch clan to fit the young knight within just a couple of hours, filling the room with chatter as they worked to keep the groom distracted from other traditions that were taking place outside.
Even with the snow that had fallen overnight to lay on the ground in a frozen blanket, the people of Dunfayre had come out to help Darroch Keep decorate herself with garlands of the hardy flowers that bloomed even in the heart of winter. sweeping a path between the main hall and the chapel for the family and the couple to traverse when the time came. If Jos had looked out at the loudest of the clamor, it would have been to see Juliana pretending to sneak out of the keep, with the bustle of people playing up to the act, and make her way up onto the hill that overlooked the keep and village to gather something from beneath the snow before she returned, "recaptured" by her father and whisked away inside to the tune of laughter and teasing.
Yet that was the last Jos would have seen of her until the moment of the wedding itself, when Aidan Darroch, Laird of Dunfayre, escorted his only daughter into the chapel to lay her hand in the grasp of the knight who had won her heart. "I give my rose to thee, and will ye tae bind her close, all the days of yer life."
Jos had been a bundle of nervous and impatient excitement all morning, even as the tailors worked to fit him in clothing that was far fancier than anything he was accustomed to wearing, but then today was an important day - arguably, the most important day of his life. It was Phillipe who had stopped him from investigating what the clamor was all about and prevented him from catching a glimpse of his bride too early. By the time he and Phillipe arrived in the chapel, Jos was fit to be tied, but all his nerves and anxiety disappeared as soon as he caught sight of his beautiful bride entering the chapel, his heart beating fast. He smiled at the sight of her, as he took her hand very gently in his. "I take her gladly from you, my lord, and swear to protect her and care for her all the days of my life."
Juliana gazed up at Jos, barely aware of his clothing despite the time and care that had been taken over it. Her smile lit up her face, her burnished bronze hair looped back from her face to fall down her back in a waterfall of soft strands. Her gown was simple; the best she owned, of soft red velvet that complimented the circlet of heather that topped her head - the object of the odd little escape ritual he had missed witnessing that morning.
As her hands folded into his, her eyes tenderly adoring, the priestess spoke the blessing over them, beginning the short marriage rite with her knowing smile. "Sir Joslin de La Roche, de Lonnare, wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together at the Goddess' will in the holy estate of matrimony' Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep thee only to her, so long as you both shall live?"
Joslin's eyes were warm with love and adoration as he turned to face her, her hands in his. She looked even lovelier than ever, but it wasn't so much the way she was dressed that he was noticed so much as the light in her eyes and the happiness she wore on her face. He recognized the priestess as the one who had heard his confession, and it seemed fitting it was she who would witness their vows. "Oui," he answered with a full and honest heart. "Je devrai. I will."
Juliana's smile deepened as he gave his promise, and for a moment there was silence as those gathered waited to hear her vows from her own lips, as was the custom of the Church. "I, Juliana Katriona, swear faithfully to have this man to my wedded husband, to live under his hand at the Goddess' will. I swear to love, comfort, honor, and obey; to be bonny and buxom in bed and at board; to keep him in sickness and in health; to cleave to no other, so long as we both shall live." Her fingers tightened in his, knowing that now the words had been spoken, there was no one who could pull them apart.
There were no rings to give; only the impossibly rich could afford to have such a luxury. Mother Magda's smile was audible in her voice as she closed the marriage rite, her hands stretching out to bless them both. "What the Goddess has blessed, let no man tear down. I name thee man and wife."
Joslin's eyes grew misty with tears as Juliana spoke vows that came from her heart. He'd never known she had a second name or what that name was until that very moment, which only reminded him how much they had yet to learn about each other. They had the rest of their lives to accomplish that, and he thought learning about each other was part of the fun. He had no deep, dark secrets, and he presumed neither did she. They were just two young people in love. And that simply and quickly, they were joined in marriage, for better or worse, richer or poorer, until the end of their days. "Puis-je"" he asked, looking expectantly to Mother Magda for permission to kiss his bride, eyes shining with happiness.
The old priestess laughed, nodding to Jos as he asked for permission to kiss his own wife.
"Get on wi' it, lad," Aidan grumbled from behind them. "M' freezin' ma knackers off here."
Juliana rolled her eyes, shooting her father a good-natured glare. "So romantic, father," she chided him with a smile, turning her adoring eyes back to Jos. Every kiss they had shared thus far seemed to mean nothing, not in the face of this kiss.
If Joslin had known Aidan more, he might have suggested the man dress for the weather, but instead, he only grinned and drew his bride close to seal their vows with a kiss that was loving and tender in front of all those who'd been invited to witness this moment and share in their happiness. Though this was not the first kiss they'd shared, it was the first as husband and wife.
What he found in his new wife was warm willingness to love and be loved, sharing everything in that kiss that had not been said in the vow she had just sworn to him. Her fingers teased into his hair, careful not to tousle those curls too much as she giggled against his lips. "He's right, it is freezing in here," she admitted in a low whisper, brushing the tip of her nose to his affectionately as she smiled at her husband.
"You have me to keep you warm now," he reminded her, as she brushed her nose against his. Nothing was going to diminish his spirits - not Coimbrans, not war or politics, and certainly not the temperature. In fact, he almost felt like nothing could ever go wrong again, so long as she was by his side. "Love you forever, Juliana Katriona," he whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
"Aye, forever will do, for now," she agreed softly, lingering with him in that warm embrace for a long moment before the impatient clearing of her father's throat drew them back to the present moment. "All right, all right, old man," she laughed, turning her head toward Aidan Darroch. "Eager for your meal, aye?"
Her father endeavored to look injured for a moment before flashing a grin. "There's been a whole sucklin' pig roasting all day, lass," he said in an aggrieved tone. "If I dinnae get some soon, I'll fair faint o' the hunger."
Joslin laughed at the verbal repartee between father and daughter, a little envious of the obvious love the pair had for each other. It was at times like these he missed his own parents, wishing they could have been there to see him get married, to know he - and Justine, too - had been lucky enough to find the same love and happiness their parents had shared. But he wasn't going to let it sadden him today, not on the happiest day of his life. "We'd better feed him then, before he passes out," Joslin replied, tucking Juliana's arm into his. "Shall we, ma petite""
Border traditions were a refreshing change for Sir Joslin de Lonnare in the morning before his wedding. There was no formal breakfast with the lord of the keep; no ritualized bathing ceremony or outdated insistence upon keeping him purely in the company of men as the time ticked toward his nuptial hour. He was always in company, of course, but that company was that of his friend, Phillipe, and a very skilled old man and his wife, who adjusted the best clothing of the deceased eldest brother of the Darroch clan to fit the young knight within just a couple of hours, filling the room with chatter as they worked to keep the groom distracted from other traditions that were taking place outside.
Even with the snow that had fallen overnight to lay on the ground in a frozen blanket, the people of Dunfayre had come out to help Darroch Keep decorate herself with garlands of the hardy flowers that bloomed even in the heart of winter. sweeping a path between the main hall and the chapel for the family and the couple to traverse when the time came. If Jos had looked out at the loudest of the clamor, it would have been to see Juliana pretending to sneak out of the keep, with the bustle of people playing up to the act, and make her way up onto the hill that overlooked the keep and village to gather something from beneath the snow before she returned, "recaptured" by her father and whisked away inside to the tune of laughter and teasing.
Yet that was the last Jos would have seen of her until the moment of the wedding itself, when Aidan Darroch, Laird of Dunfayre, escorted his only daughter into the chapel to lay her hand in the grasp of the knight who had won her heart. "I give my rose to thee, and will ye tae bind her close, all the days of yer life."
Jos had been a bundle of nervous and impatient excitement all morning, even as the tailors worked to fit him in clothing that was far fancier than anything he was accustomed to wearing, but then today was an important day - arguably, the most important day of his life. It was Phillipe who had stopped him from investigating what the clamor was all about and prevented him from catching a glimpse of his bride too early. By the time he and Phillipe arrived in the chapel, Jos was fit to be tied, but all his nerves and anxiety disappeared as soon as he caught sight of his beautiful bride entering the chapel, his heart beating fast. He smiled at the sight of her, as he took her hand very gently in his. "I take her gladly from you, my lord, and swear to protect her and care for her all the days of my life."
Juliana gazed up at Jos, barely aware of his clothing despite the time and care that had been taken over it. Her smile lit up her face, her burnished bronze hair looped back from her face to fall down her back in a waterfall of soft strands. Her gown was simple; the best she owned, of soft red velvet that complimented the circlet of heather that topped her head - the object of the odd little escape ritual he had missed witnessing that morning.
As her hands folded into his, her eyes tenderly adoring, the priestess spoke the blessing over them, beginning the short marriage rite with her knowing smile. "Sir Joslin de La Roche, de Lonnare, wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together at the Goddess' will in the holy estate of matrimony' Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep thee only to her, so long as you both shall live?"
Joslin's eyes were warm with love and adoration as he turned to face her, her hands in his. She looked even lovelier than ever, but it wasn't so much the way she was dressed that he was noticed so much as the light in her eyes and the happiness she wore on her face. He recognized the priestess as the one who had heard his confession, and it seemed fitting it was she who would witness their vows. "Oui," he answered with a full and honest heart. "Je devrai. I will."
Juliana's smile deepened as he gave his promise, and for a moment there was silence as those gathered waited to hear her vows from her own lips, as was the custom of the Church. "I, Juliana Katriona, swear faithfully to have this man to my wedded husband, to live under his hand at the Goddess' will. I swear to love, comfort, honor, and obey; to be bonny and buxom in bed and at board; to keep him in sickness and in health; to cleave to no other, so long as we both shall live." Her fingers tightened in his, knowing that now the words had been spoken, there was no one who could pull them apart.
There were no rings to give; only the impossibly rich could afford to have such a luxury. Mother Magda's smile was audible in her voice as she closed the marriage rite, her hands stretching out to bless them both. "What the Goddess has blessed, let no man tear down. I name thee man and wife."
Joslin's eyes grew misty with tears as Juliana spoke vows that came from her heart. He'd never known she had a second name or what that name was until that very moment, which only reminded him how much they had yet to learn about each other. They had the rest of their lives to accomplish that, and he thought learning about each other was part of the fun. He had no deep, dark secrets, and he presumed neither did she. They were just two young people in love. And that simply and quickly, they were joined in marriage, for better or worse, richer or poorer, until the end of their days. "Puis-je"" he asked, looking expectantly to Mother Magda for permission to kiss his bride, eyes shining with happiness.
The old priestess laughed, nodding to Jos as he asked for permission to kiss his own wife.
"Get on wi' it, lad," Aidan grumbled from behind them. "M' freezin' ma knackers off here."
Juliana rolled her eyes, shooting her father a good-natured glare. "So romantic, father," she chided him with a smile, turning her adoring eyes back to Jos. Every kiss they had shared thus far seemed to mean nothing, not in the face of this kiss.
If Joslin had known Aidan more, he might have suggested the man dress for the weather, but instead, he only grinned and drew his bride close to seal their vows with a kiss that was loving and tender in front of all those who'd been invited to witness this moment and share in their happiness. Though this was not the first kiss they'd shared, it was the first as husband and wife.
What he found in his new wife was warm willingness to love and be loved, sharing everything in that kiss that had not been said in the vow she had just sworn to him. Her fingers teased into his hair, careful not to tousle those curls too much as she giggled against his lips. "He's right, it is freezing in here," she admitted in a low whisper, brushing the tip of her nose to his affectionately as she smiled at her husband.
"You have me to keep you warm now," he reminded her, as she brushed her nose against his. Nothing was going to diminish his spirits - not Coimbrans, not war or politics, and certainly not the temperature. In fact, he almost felt like nothing could ever go wrong again, so long as she was by his side. "Love you forever, Juliana Katriona," he whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
"Aye, forever will do, for now," she agreed softly, lingering with him in that warm embrace for a long moment before the impatient clearing of her father's throat drew them back to the present moment. "All right, all right, old man," she laughed, turning her head toward Aidan Darroch. "Eager for your meal, aye?"
Her father endeavored to look injured for a moment before flashing a grin. "There's been a whole sucklin' pig roasting all day, lass," he said in an aggrieved tone. "If I dinnae get some soon, I'll fair faint o' the hunger."
Joslin laughed at the verbal repartee between father and daughter, a little envious of the obvious love the pair had for each other. It was at times like these he missed his own parents, wishing they could have been there to see him get married, to know he - and Justine, too - had been lucky enough to find the same love and happiness their parents had shared. But he wasn't going to let it sadden him today, not on the happiest day of his life. "We'd better feed him then, before he passes out," Joslin replied, tucking Juliana's arm into his. "Shall we, ma petite""