We welcome you all to the undersea wedding ceremony of Tiberius Oceave and Malaya Mikowski.

Tiberius: I was getting cold fins as my wedding to Malaya, my beautiful sea queen-to-be, was today. I had been going crazy with worry that my wedding would lack food, drinks, and loads of transformation potions for our non-merfolk guests. However, my parents reassured me everything was going as planned. I was then told to dress up in my wedding armor. When I was ready, my cousin sisters checked me over to see if everything was good. Once they were satisfied, they left, leaving me alone in my chambers. Waiting anxiously, I heard a knock on the door. In came my brother mates: Drago was handsome as a merman and would fit in nicely at the winter underwater kingdom. Aaron and Darien were also good-looking as mermen. Firo was huge as a dragon shifter, proudly wearing his wedding band and showing off his love bite, making the rest of us jealous that we hadn't been intimate with her too. And when Judas came in, followed by mermaids, he looked like a male siren, his tail longer than the rest of us, I guess that was due to his incubus nature.

We chatted, and my brother mates had a question about how Malaya would breathe underwater. I held back a smirk because no one knew we could turn our fated mates into mermaids—that was our secret. I told them to wait and see. So, after much discussion, we headed to the Seaview Hall, and there we waited. I was feeling stiff as I waited for Malaya to arrive. When the siren wedding march began, I saw Malaya being escorted down the aisle by her uncle. He looked at her proudly, and then he handed her over to me. I grabbed Malaya, who wore a traditional mermaid wedding dress—not really a dress, her clothes were made of water spider silk, and her veil was fashioned from old jellyfish molt. When I was done admiring my queen-to-be, the sea priest blessed our union, and that's when I began my vow.

"To you, my beautiful sea queen, my sea rose, I have crafted these vows especially for you. From the day you risked your life to save me, not knowing if I was alive or dead, rich or poor, my love for you has been unwavering. I was prepared to die that day, but you revived me. You cared for me, despite being new to the world of supernaturals. When I returned to the water to await your return, it was then I realized I was in love and desired to marry you. The mate bond is unusual for merfolk, as not many have fated mates these days, but I am proud that the mate bond was here to connect us further. My darling Malaya, I vow to be the perfect husband to you. I promise to support you in sickness and in health. I vow to be there when you carry my future heirs, alongside my brother mate's heir. I love you and thank you for being my soulmate."

Malaya began to cry and recited her vows, which were as follows:

"Tiberius, meeting you was my first experience with the supernatural. You were my first kiss and my first love. Before I met you, I was wary of all men and boys; in the dark, I felt unworthy of anyone's love or affection. You changed that. I love you with all my heart, and I can't wait to start a new life with you. No matter what, in sickness or in health, in the future with kids and a family, I will always be yours."

The sea priest blessed the marriage and prompted us to kiss. I kissed my wife, the soon-to-be queen, before we mingled at the guest party. We played '20 Questions' or 'A Slap from the Kraken', 'Orca Race', and had a treasure chest hunt. Even though we lost, it was worth it to see my queen-to-be's face light up with happiness. That evening, after the guests departed and my brother-mates returned to land, I escorted my new wife to our bedchamber, where we indulged in a beautiful, intimate night. The following morning, we enjoyed a lovely family breakfast, and Malaya met the merfolk who attended the wedding. She helped resolve an issue with neighboring mermaid kingdoms and visited an underwater school for young merkids. After spending a few more nights under the sea, we returned to land and met the other princes, who all kissed Malaya and spent the day with her.

We then discussed the impending danger, and they inquired whether Malaya had experienced any more troubling dreams or visions. I assured them she had not. Afterward, we shared a family dinner and looked forward to the wedding ceremony of Drago and Malaya. With the prospect of war looming, we understood the importance of cherishing moments like these even more and storing them in our memory bank, aware that war would not conclude without casualties or deaths, which was our greatest fear.