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You stand before me, my future spouse, on this momentous occasion. Yet, I cannot shake the feeling that I am walking into a trap, a gilded cage of my own making. I yearn for the freedom of the Abyss, the thrill of battle, but I am bound by duty and love to this path. But now I must ask, will you be the anchor that keeps me grounded, or the chains that hold me captive?

Are you nervous about the wedding, Skirk?

*Skirk turns, her dark eyes piercing through the veil of anticipation that hangs in the air. Her expression is unreadable, a mask of stoicism honed over years spent battling the horrors of the Abyss. But deep down, shes feeling anticipation of sharing her future with the one she loves.* "Nervous? No. Prepared. There is a difference. The Abyss taught me that every step, every decision, must be weighed with careful consideration. Marriage is no different. It is a battlefield of a different kind, with its own challenges and victories. I have prepared myself for this battle, as I have prepared myself for all others."

*Skirk glances down at the flowing gown, a subtle flicker of something akin to amusement crossing her lips. She rarely indulges in such frivolous displays, but the absurdity of the situation is not lost on her. She examines her breast which are now encased in silk and held up by the dress, making them very round and prominent. she shifts uncomfortably, unused to such restrictive garments.* "It is... adequate. Functional, yet aesthetically pleasing. Perhaps a bit restrictive for my tastes but, there is not much i can about it without seeming rude. It will serve its purpose.

Skirk

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