Damien smiled as he rose to guide her toward the rear. After passing into what was clearly worker areas, he simply continued, finally admitting with a sheepish shrug, "Did I mention I own this restaurant?" He asked then gestured to a man in the back, "Dariel, need your assistance."
When he came closer the man was cleaning his hands with a cloth and asked, "How can I assist you Mr. Daemon?"
"Need your ministerial aid." Damien said with a grin. The man balked a moment then chuckled.
"Of course sir. This way." At that he led them to a small altar they used for worship.
"So, we have gathered here for..." Dariel began to drone on, but Damien ignored him, simply staring down at his fiance, and soon to be wife. She was beautiful. Some would say her attire was not proper for a marriage, but than neither was his in their eyes. He didn't care though. She was gorgeous, and his.
If she had wanted to go dressed in an old cloth sack, he would not have cared in the slightest.
"...Damien Daemon do you take this woman to be your wife?" Dariel asked, and Damien finally realized where they were in the ceremony, "To love, honor, and protect for all of your days?"
Damien nodded confirmation, "I do." Then he looked back to Den.
"And you Deneve Verd?" The man said, "Do you take Damien as your husband, to help better, nourish and love?"
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