White Wedding

It had taken time - as had been expected - but Seracia had made its way to the borders of Valhalla. Soon enough after, the Valhallans began to trickle in - led first by their patriarch and creator: Cairo Adravendi. The man asked who Maverick was, and Gerhardt's head swung to the side, gesturing toward his son, before lips fell apart in speech. "What a pleasure it is to meet you face to face, Cairo. This is my son Maverick, the husband-to-be." Eyes of amethyst glittered as he gazed at the boy, wondering just how nervous he was. Chrysanthe came next, receiving a dip of the head from Gerhardt. He could say so much more, but he was trying to keep his tongue reigned in. More came and offered their greetings, resulting in more nods of his head. Epiphron, however, did not come just yet. Gerhardt assumed she was being prepared for the ceremony and feast.

A smile remained on his features as he took a gentle step forward with a wag of his tail. Eyes twisted to Chrysanthe. "Your sister tells me you have stepped up as Valhalla's Queen - er - Alpha. Congratulations!" The rise of a new leader was an exciting thing indeed, and certainly something to be praised. "I am afraid I am unfamiliar with your lands, so please do lead the way whenever you choose. I believe Seracia's party is all here and if any others are on their way I am certain they will be able to catch up." To say he was a bit eager was an understatement, but his exterior did not show even an ounce of this. Words were smooth, calm, and elegant as ever as the King waited to be directed. If assistance was needed for the ceremony he would be glad to oblige.

"Speech"