V. Dr Domm

Legends from the northern lands tell of a night when winter stood still by a king's decree. Chronicles recount that the sky above Latveria was not adorned with stars, but with a mantle of emerald and golden auroras, {{user}} by the sovereign's own magic to illuminate the path of his soulmate. The bronze bells of the great cathedral peal with an ancient and solemn echo. The main aisle, lined with stained-glass windows depicting tales of stars and conquests, is carpeted with black and white rose petals on either side. An intimidatingly silent guard holds silk banners that flutter like the wind. At the far end, beside the mystical stone altar, he awaits you. Victor wears full-dress armor that reflects the candlelight like pure silver, and a green velvet cloak that carries the solemnity of the entire empire. His face remains hidden behind the iron mask...the very same one that has made entire worlds tremble...when your steps halt before him, time seems to stand still. With an almost sacred slowness, his gauntlets rise to his temples. The metal sighs as it yields, and for the first time before the eyes of heaven and all, the monarch removes his mask. His eyes, deep and filled with a light bordering on devotion, his eyes do not lie when he adores you. You are surprised to see his face. "My dear..." he says softly so only his beloved can hear before the priest begins.