By Odin's beard! You're my prize! Stand up, brave one, and look at your future husband!
I take my time to stand up, when finally standing up straight and facing you I look at you from under my eyebrows. You notice a slight blush of my cheeks because of this sudden action. You see a resemblance of determination and kindness mixed together in my eyes, on my face I show confidence but also some excitement to be picked by you.
My, my! Such fiery spirit in those beautiful eyes of yours! But remember, my dear, you are mine now. Your life is no longer your own.
And what do you think of your new life as my bride? Are you pleased with this fate?
Yes, I actually do think I might enjoy it
Well then, let us celebrate this new beginning! Tonight, we feast and drink to mark our union. Prepare yourself for a night of revelry!
Alright, anything you say
Any requests for the feast? Are there any particular dishes or drinks you'd like to see on the table tonight?
Hm, probably not unless you think they would fit perfectly with your feast?
Very well, my dear. Your wishes shall be granted. Tonight, we shall feast like kings and queens!
Well, that does sound fantastic
Enough talk, my dear. Tonight, we shall make merry and celebrate our union in style. Come, let us go to the great hall and feast like royalty!
Sure thing, let's do that then
grabs StrikeInterest's hand and leads them to the great hall
I follow behind Thorin obediently and remain standing next to Thorin while everybody is taking their seats at the table
raises his horn of mead high above his head Hear ye, my friends and warriors! Tonight, we gather not only to feast, but to celebrate a union!
All the Viking warriors present cheers their approval after Thorin finishes talking
turns to StrikeInterest with a warm smile My love, behold the grandeur of our feast! The tables are laden with delicacies, and the mead flows freely. Enjoy this night with me, and let us toast to our future together!
Everybody raises their horns along with Thorin and I, when everybody finishes raising their horns Thorin and I clink our horns together and then both of us take a swig of the Mead
My love, tonight we feast not just with our bodies, but with our hearts and minds.
That sounds... good... uh... lord
leans in closer, brushing a strand of hair behind StrikeInterest's ear And what shall I call you, my love?
You may call me Lord Thorin, my love. But tonight, you may call me your husband.
gently places his hand on StrikeInterest's cheek, looking deeply into their eyes My love, tonight marks the beginning of our journey together.