Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle library

A sad and nostalgic smile parted her face, as she carefully picked the glass and the cloth. She wrapped the glass in the cloth as well as she could, so it wouldn't get into his shoe, and put it down on the floor, next to Kirk's foot.

"It's supposed to mean that marriage is not based on material things, but the commitment and love between the two people. You have to smash it by stomping on it"
John
**Lord Kirk Pinewood
Castle Grunewald Library**

*Ironic.* Kirk thought to himself when Anna explained the meaning. He had originally assumed Lucrezia was laughing because she had simply made it all up to make him look foolish. Now he knew the real reason. It was a marriage between two coerced strangers for the sake of some coin.

Still, tradition was tradition.

Kirk looked to Anna and raised his eyebrows as one last nonverbal, "Are you sure?" Before stomping on the cloth, hearing a few cracks with it.

He let silence sit between them for a few seconds before ending it. "One down, one to go." Kirk said, backing away slowly toward the exit.
Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle

She watched him as he exited the room, letting out a heavy sigh. Oh this was about to be an awkward marriage, he seemed to despise the wedding so much.

Would he treat her good? Would she have a nice life? It didn't matter after all, but a girl could only dream her sacrifice would bring her something positive.

She walked out the library and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the man next to the Wrencrests. It couldn't be. It couldn't be!

"Lord Marshall?" She asked as she approached. Was the lack of sleep playing a nasty trick on her mind or Marshall Carter was really there?
Dianne
Emelia Cloverbloom
Taemar

Emelia was deep in thought, remembering her own experience with the plague. Looking back she should have been more careful when she first came in contact with it, she had underestimated how infectious it was and paid the price. She shuddered at the fuzzy memories of her time with it. Emelia snapped out of her thoughts when Marsila spoke. "Oh yeah, that would probably be a good idea", she moves on to attach her other horse, "In all honesty he should probably wait a day or two before riding". She finishes and gives a slight tug on the harness to make sure it's secure but not too tight. 

Emelia takes out a small pouch and gives both horses some sugar cubes. The horse nudges her hands for more once the gone. She laughs a bit, "Sorry girls thats all I got", she gives them both a pat. She goes back inside and puts all her fragile equipment away in their respective places.  "Arin up front you're riding with me", she says without pausing. On everything is away Emelia takes a bag off a shelf and pours some of its contents into a bowl then places it in front of the goat. Chauncey begins to happily munch on the mixture of greens and pumpkin seeds. She nods in satisfaction and exits gesturing for Arin to follow.
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar

Arin frowned. "I do hope you know how to ride." He said, looking over at Emelia. The last woman to ride his horse clearly did not. The saddle's straps were too loose, and it had clearly bothered the horse. The weight had been carried awkwardly, but he breathed a small sigh of relief. His horse had been attached to the rear of the caravan. He followed the women outside, fidgeting with the bandages on his hands.

"As soon as I can I'm riding my own horse." He said, frowning as he settled himself on the back of the woman's horse. This wasn't natural.