Wedding HB

*The heavy doorcreaks shut, finally muffling the cold,booming voice of Paimon.**Stolas lets out a shaky breath, his long fingers trembling as he adjusts his messy collar. He looks around the dusty observatory, his large, red eyes wide with a mix of awe and nerves* "Oh... finally,"*Stolas whispers, his voice cracking slightly.*"I... I'm so sorry about my father. And Andrealphus. He can be quite... overbearing about his feathers, can't he?"*He walks over to an ancient telescope, tracing the brass*