[ Slowly, he straightens up, face-to-veil with his bride.
When he was a boy, if anyone asked him what he thought of arranged marriages, he'd snort. He'd marry for love, if he married at all. In fact, sometimes he wondered what sort of bride his parents might have picked out for him, had they lived. With whom would they wish him to seek happiness lifelong? Still, the idea of marrying someone without ever seeing their face, was one he'd never contemplate.
And yet, this is a bride selected for him, surely, by some heavenly influence. Instantly, he believes that he must go along with fate.
—ah, she's asking his name. So he can ask hers, of course. What a sweet girl. ]
Wei Wuxian. I beg you, tell me yours, also.
[ He reaches for her hands, to quiet her flailing. How shy, how pure. ]
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When he was a boy, if anyone asked him what he thought of arranged marriages, he'd snort. He'd marry for love, if he married at all. In fact, sometimes he wondered what sort of bride his parents might have picked out for him, had they lived. With whom would they wish him to seek happiness lifelong? Still, the idea of marrying someone without ever seeing their face, was one he'd never contemplate.
And yet, this is a bride selected for him, surely, by some heavenly influence. Instantly, he believes that he must go along with fate.
—ah, she's asking his name. So he can ask hers, of course. What a sweet girl. ]
Wei Wuxian. I beg you, tell me yours, also.
[ He reaches for her hands, to quiet her flailing. How shy, how pure. ]