<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/9350/i/2013/067/7/5/prince_ivan_wolf_by_mad_sama-d5xbtav.jpg)</div>The ceremony itself was rather simple.  Of course, it had to be with the number of brides in the procession. First Allaran gave the invocation of the blessing of the gods from his place at the center. As they approached the prince, a herald loudly announced the lady's titles and heritage, who she represents, in flowery language puffing up the chests of each nation.  But then it was just a quick clasping of hands, a chaste kiss from Auren, and turning to face the assembly before taking a place behind those still in the ceremony.<br/><br/>Auren had been told more of Odell than perhaps she had of him, but her actual sight was still a relief.  A soft face, and graceful demeanor mitigated any doubts he may have had of her less human features.  He gave her a reassuring smile as he took her hand and craned his neck slightly, the horse tapping its hooves as they kissed and then he released her, letting her take her place before he dismounted and a servant took the horse out of the picture.<br/><br/>He looked to the sky as the next girl took her first steps, past where a dragon perched on a cathedral (the abbot would certainly be upset at the clawmarks), and to a castle that stood forlornly behind the one where he took residence, connected by a narrow bridge.  This was the one that had a single tower with a giant flame, signifying the health of the king.  Just barely, his keen eyes could make out the form of a large throne that was set up in front of the flame... on which a giant figure sat.  His father.  Flanked by doctors wrapped in white robes and masks to protect them from his disease, the massive monarch was observing from afar.  Auren straightened his back even more.