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Crocodile - 43
Seal - 24
Axolotl Salamander - 18
Rhino - 24
Ankylosaurus - 26
Sauropod - 3
Tortoise - 25

You forgot +5 to Bavaria tho ;v

You join your husband for the ceremony.

It is a simple one, and you both attend in ceremonial skirts, as priestesses chant praise of the newlyweds and annoint you with sacred perfumed oils and brush you with holy ferns.

After you return to the palace, you find a quite livid discussion between your courtiers and courtiers of Cyl. You learn the details once you step between the noblemen.

Apparently, there has been some miscommunication about where Cyl stays as King of Cydwyl and Emperor-Consort of Methiant. To Cydwyllian men its absolutely unthinkable that their King would be ruling from outside the kingdom. Your courtiers believe that Cyl now belongs to you as an Emperor (thus higher rank than their King) and Consort (and thus junior partner in your marriage).

A) I'm Empress of Methiant, he is King of Cydwyl. I don't see a problem here, really.
B) Yes, he shall stay at my side. He is my husbando and I won't let him go away.
C) I will let my beloved Cyl decide in this situation.

Crocodile - 43
Seal - 24
Axolotl Salamander - 18
Rhino - 22
Ankylosaurus - 26
Sauropod - 11
Tortoise - 25
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You settle on the red wedding dress of your mother.


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!