Geoffrey wrapped their arms with a ribbon, pulling it just tight enough to unite them. Uther beamed, Catrina seemed covetous. When there was no interruption to be heard - no matter how much some in the audience might have hoped for one - he began to speak again.

"Do you, Uther, take Lady Catrina of Tragal to be..."

"Do you, Catrina--"

I do, they said.

Arthur's fingers twitched.

They leaned in to kiss.