Cedwyn

Well a dramatic turn of events... I've have had a change in... what I'm interested in. I know it sounds strange after I've got married and with a child on the way but. Me and Lyndiel we just aren't getting on and this man has opened my eyes he's shown me how amazing I am and that I'm not all worthless.

Where do I start? Congratulations to the bride and groom would be good! My journey to best man has not exactly been easy.

To be fair to Rick, he did not have an easy task in picking a best man. The competition was fierce. First, he asked his most handsome friend.

And they said no. Next was his most intelligent friend. Again, the answer was no.

Getting disheartened, he asked his most trusted friend. For the third time it was no.

Well... We had our wedding party. It was... quite the day we had. From great, to real bad, then back to great. Weird how it bounced like that.

First, we all joined at a table... Iridith, Rick's niece (Gods, she's adorable!), got a puppy! The look on her face when the puppy was brought to her... Gods, Iridith is so adorable... She'd just told me when she met Rusher that she'd wanted a puppy.

Rusher is my horse; a beautiful Vladimir Heavy Draft... Bree-land horse, yes, but... still.

Well... I'm married now.

Yup... I'm no longer known as 'Erimyl Burwood.'

Now... my name, and title, is 'Lady Erimyl Wolfcaelder'.

Yeah, turns out Gyth is a noble... thus the title. For a girl that grew up on a tiny farm, I surely did jump head-first into the world of nobility.

Due to a... certain fiasco a couple of days ago, I was too terrified to even mention to anyone that I'd gotten married... Cedwyn, Rick's fiancee, seemed to understand the most when Gyth told her and Rick.

To say Rickstan was surprised would have been a great understatement, the last thing he expected this evening was to come face to face with his "Father". Today he had passed an usual day, sharing a drink or two with a friend, sorting a stupid fight, teased by Ellae. The last thing he expected as he stood in the back rooms to the Inn was to see the face of the man he had for so long despised and hated. 

The dream which held Rickstan for some hours woke him up with such alacrity and fear that he woke up with a start, his hand instinctively reaching under his pillow for the dagger which found a home there, to then be held up in a defensive manner into the silence of the room. Looking around the dark room, sweat making a shine to his neck, Rickstan looked confused, it took him some moments to realize it was his mind playing a story, a terrible story, yet again, like so many times before.