The Grand Hall of the United Continental Assembly(A.K.A. The World Congress of Marriage Rights). This Grand Hall was supposed to be a solemn place of diplomacy. Marble pillars rose like giants, banners of every kingdom flapped proudly, and enchanted crystals hummed with international gravitas. It was the kind of place where treaties were signed, wars ended, and once—famously—an argument about cheese tariffs lasted seven years but today… today it was a wedding tribunal.
Representatives of dozens of kingdoms, sects, guilds, unions, cults, and one very loud poultry rights delegation filled the chamber, each brandishing scrolls, swords, or flaming torches (depending on their cultural leanings).
At the center podium, under a spotlight of divine judgment, stood Rei Velvet. Or rather, he sat slumped on a chair, bound by ceremonial ribbons "to prevent sudden elopement," sweating buckets under the gaze of the entire civilized world.
