<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Lady Victoriana Harkess (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=703255)</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd277/perhekorlee/hahmokuvia/Magika.jpg)</div>With everything happening so fast,<strong>Victoriana</strong>did not know if she should laugh or cry. She got her brother's approval to marry an commoner, something that would never had happen if he would not have gone to his quest to the foreign lands, she was sure. Her reverie was broken when<strong>Drusilla</strong>kissed<strong>Aren's</strong>cheeks, and he returned the kisses, anger flared in her soul, but died as fast, as she remembered<strong>Drusilla's</strong>heathen ways.<br/><br/>Her time before the feast, was like an dream. It did not take long, to the rumors of her marriage to spread like wildfire, and maids were making their best efforts to counsel the young lady, while making sure everything was tip-top in her chambers, for the coming night. Everyone in the castle ´knew´<strong>Aren</strong>had hold<strong>Victoriana's</strong>heart in his hands for an year now, and black tongues spoke of her defilement, but only the chamber maids knew the truth. No maiden blood was ever found in her bedsheets, not until next morning they said.<br/><br/>In the ceremony, no priests were called, as<strong>Count Harkess</strong>married them by the local customs, making<strong>Aren Victoriana's</strong>spouse, not the otherway around, as it normally was made. When there was moment of tokens to be exchanged,<strong>Victoriana</strong>ripped<strong>Arens</strong>shirt to his waist, so the crowd could see what happened next. She placed her hand on his chest, asking aloud<strong>"Do you solemly pledge your life to me, to House Harkess and true Gods."</strong>