Maric stood outside underneath a flowery arbor, the Lady of the lake behind him, and his groomsmen Faren, Varatt, and a few other knights at his side. Faren stood closest to him, a giant smile on his face at being the best man. The paladin paid little attention to them though, as his eyes were staring straight down the aisle to the large Pavillion Nimue was to come out of. His heart was hammering in his chest, a few beads of sweat rolled down his cheek, and even his usually dead steady hands were shaking.<br/>His father's words had helped at least. He no longer felt faint, and his anxiety was cut in half. Maric's nerves felt steeled now as he wore the family ring proudly upon his finger.<br/>That, and the massive shape of Layla loomed over his shoulder. Since fighting by her side when they were defending the Tor, Maric felt a bit closer to the dragon. And the feeling seemed mutual as she gave him a friendly and reassuring nudge every now and then. As he pet her snout affectionately to thank the dragon, the music started.<br/>Maric's attention quickly snapped forwards to see the tent flaps open to reveal Nimue as she walked down the aisle. His breath suddenly caught in his chest, but at the same time his hands steadied, as did his heart. All of his worry seemed to rush away as he became captivated by her beauty.