There's a curtain across the center of the ceremony hall. When Iobel is on one side of it, tiara in her hands, and Edarial is on the other, the priest who's officiating pulls a cord and the curtain falls to floor.
Iobel isn't running, maybe, but she's not whimpering and powerless, either. She looks Edarial right in the eye, levelly, coldly.
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Date: 2014-05-25 08:31 pm (UTC)Iobel isn't running, maybe, but she's not whimpering and powerless, either. She looks Edarial right in the eye, levelly, coldly.