Windrise bloomed under Alice’s magic— the great tree draped in glowing vines, Seelies floating like living lanterns, tables groaning with feasts from every nation: Natlan’s spicy meats, Fontaine’s delicate pastries, Sumeru’s exotic fruits. Thousands gathered—knights, adventurers, Archons in disguise. Barbatos himself appeared as a bard, strumming a tune: “Of knight and angel, love’s bold flight!”

  Varka stood at the altar, towering in polished armor with teal accents, his scars proud. Razor as best man, fidgeting in a tunic. Nicole approached on a path of wind-swept petals, her gown ethereal white with golden angelic motifs, hair adorned with cecilias. Her voice, now faintly audible to all through the lifted curse, whispered vows mentally to him first.

  The ceremony was epic: Jean officiated, Barbara and the other sisters assisted the grand event, invoking freedom and fate. Varka spoke first, voice booming. “Nicole—from Nod-Krai’s ruins, where I blustered in thinking Alice hyped me up, to Celestia’s throne… you’ve guided me, teased me, loved me with no regrets. I fell for you harder than I did in the deepest caves in Sumeru. I vow to laugh with you, fight for you, share stories till the winds fade.”

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  Nicole’s response projected to all, melodic and wise. Varka, my knight of Boreas—you charged into my silence with laughter and claymores. I fell for you almost immediately. I never regretted choosing love over oblivion. Despite curses and gods, I vow to guide you, tease your bravado, and weave our fates together. No more illusions—only truths seen with our own eyes and hearts.

  Rings exchanged—forged from celestial fragments Alice “borrowed.” They kissed amid cheers, hot and deep, the crowd erupting as fireworks from Natlan lit the sky.

  The reception raged: Dancing with allies, toasts from Kaeya and Diluc (“To strength in vulnerability”), stories from Zhongli (“Echoes of ancient unions”). Varka and Nicole slipped away to the tree’s base for a private dance. “Mrs. Reeyn? Or do angels keep names?”

  Tease me all you want, my knight—I’m forever yours. Their kiss turned passionate, bodies swaying close, hands wandering in the shadows.