The day of the wedding had finally arrived. Donive was breathtaking. She wore a long, white, beautiful dress. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair was styled into an intricate series of braids dazzling to behold. There were many people gathered at the temple where the wedding was taking place. All the nobility was there. She had a huge smile on her face and had had one on nearly all morning because, quite simply, this was the happiest day of her life. A single gold earring hung neatly in each ear, sparkling, catching the beams of light that shot through the windows on this sunny fall day. A pearl necklace descended to just right above her bosom. Large pillars stood throughout the temple looking like well-trained guards. Rows of long marble benches covered with satin cushions seated the numerous guests attending the wedding.
The priest, Kipsin, began to speak: “Donive, daughter of Patsrona and Fritzer of Gindelson, do you agree to love forever, to care for, and to never forsake Pitkins?”
“I do,” she replied.
“Sir Fritzer, father of Donive, and Patsrona, mother of Donive, do you in any way object to Donive so dedicating herself to this man?”
“We do not.”
“Sir Pitkins, man of our magical forests, do you likewise agree to love forever, to protect, to care for, and to never forsake Donive, daughter of Patsrona and Fritzer of Gindelson?”
“I do,” he answered, smiling.
“Then I pronounce you two man and wife.”
Everyone cheered as Donive and Pitkins locked in a passionate embrace and kissed. After the wedding ceremony, to which only the nobility were invited, everyone joined in on what was one of the biggest celebrations Sodorf had ever seen. The next day, the nobility were summoned to a meeting to discuss some changes Fritzer had in mind for Sodorf.