A day of wedding was terrible.. even clouds were black today, ceremony was in a castle. Both: groom and bride were sitting in their dressing rooms... White Lily set in her dressing room. She looked perfect: white wedding dress with opened shoulders, perfectly lined with mascara eyes, lip tint, white hair half braided, half down, but tears in her ruby eyes were ugly, raw, she was sitting onto Silent Salt's lap... He was sitting in his full dark violet armor.. his face is as usually hidden by the visor.. only his pale white hair was peeking from under the helmet.. his pale face under the visor never changed... his eyes are hollow, lips are pressed in a thin line... his fight marks felt like aching all at once... White Lily was sobbing, pressing her face into Silent Salt's armored chest plate... Silent Salt's arm was around White Lily, desperate, honest...