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Mind-bogglingly popular game series that you follow from early on and cannot stop, waiting for new installment like a drooling addict.

Long-runner soap opera you're too invested into to just stop watching it.

A fun little comic strip in the daily newspaper that's been around forever.

3/6

Who said it's fun? I didn't for sure.

I'm just waiting here for it to die horribly already so it will stop showing on my Unread Posts list.

[Weirdsound]

D

Might earn us some brownie points with any Elrican diplomats present.

[Harry Baldman]

D, it's kind of Our Look, I guess.

[omada]

F GO NAKED

[Imic]

D

[Haspen]

F Wear ALL THE DRESSES.

Sure thing.

F GO NAKED

This is Methiant, not Betazed ;v

[Blood_Librarian]

b

[birdy51]

F Wear ALL THE DRESSES.

Sure thing.

Exxxxcellent _{In before the Empress succumbs to heat stroke.}

[Hotfire90]

D

[crazyabe]

F.

[omada]

AWWNNN

C repeating dresses sometimes offends someone

and using imperial dress to marry someone whose courtiers think we are arrogant might just make it worse

and enter the wedding room by the back of the unicorn for double simbology of purity and stuff

[Weirdsound]

and enter the wedding room by the back of the unicorn for double simbology of purity and stuff

I am all for making a grand unicorn entrance.

[Rockeater]

and enter the wedding room by the back of the unicorn for double simbology of purity and stuff

I am all for making a grand unicorn entrance.

C
We got it for a reason

[Haspen]

Omada you voting for C or F cuz you didn't scratch out he first one ;v

[omada]

Done, I highlighted but it was only for the joke 

[Haspen]

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You settle on the red wedding dress of your mother.

1176 AD, Next Evening

The ceremony begins outside the palace, in the plaza leading up to it. Commoners, craftsmen, merchants and noblemen alike throw flowers and shout words of praise toward you, as you ride The Flying Horse. It's graceful walk is matched by the fiery-black horse of silvery mane, with Cyl on top. He waves toward your subjects, but keeps himself in your shadow for now.

As the ceremony begins, and the Priest of the God of Oaths recites the holy vows of Pantheonism, you look around the great hall, noticing people staring at you and whispering.

It seems that out of the whole bunch of dignitaries, your own courtiers are unimpressed by your choice of dress. Surely, recycling dresses is still out of fashion. Envoys of your family from Eldrican look pleased, though, surely noting that you remember and stick to your roots.

While the capital city indulges in a ten-day celebrations of your marriage, the feast in the palace begins.

After few hours, the bellies of the guests are full and their hearts mellowed with finest Springwine. It could be a good moment to talk with some diplomats about things important and mundane. Or maybe it's time to chat with your husband?

A) Yes, let's strike a chat with my beloved, it's been too long!
B) I will go talk with people of my homeland, surely they have stories to tell.
C) Let's integrate with Cydwyllian noblemen, to show I care about north.
D) I'm an Empress, not a loudmouthed marketplace peddler!