Of coarse, but that doesn't mean things go smoothly

Alice stared down at her feet as she made a nervous smoothing motion over her tunic, lightly dusting the pristine cloth of all the dirt and wrinkles it didn't have. Her cheeks blurred red in the reflection of the neatly polished plate adorning her leather boots. She gave a final look over in the nearby mirror, the pale, delicate skin along her sides was only briefly covered by a belt that held her sword, the only thing she was allowed to wear beyond the stylish gloves and tall boots and the only thing that kept her tunic in place. Alice adjusted her gloves and audibly gulped before making her first step forward.

The click of her boots on the smooth marble brick quickly ended the slowly growing murmurs of gossip filling the pews, had it not been for her outfit she would have called this fashionably late. Her first step forward causing the fabric of her tunic to casually shift left, gently rubbing against her naked thigh, Alice registered the need to take slow tiny steps less she flash her pussy to all of the kings court. Alice gradually made her way forward, most of the nobleman had had the discipline not to turn their eyes from their priest during the wait, though they lost it as Alice started appearing in their Peripheral view. holding her arms flat against her sides, Alice still couldn't deny the noblemen a seductive view as with every step forward the casual drift of her tunic revealed her silky, smooth thighs and every breath pushed her breasts lazily against her tunic. The court around her was stunned silent many turned their gaze back and forth from Alice to the priest hoping to find answers, but only saw a dull half-attentive glare. Alice tried to look straight ahead only briefly checking her tunic as she walked forward, suppressing her embarrassment every time she caught sight of a nobleman with their mouth agape. her knee's and arm's shook exposing more flesh, Her breath grew heavy and quick seemingly swelling her breasts, her heavy feet seemed to slow with every step and her eyes were as wide as plates struggling desperatly to maintain focus on the distant priest who stood all but five feet away.

The click of boots stuttered and stooped when Alice finally made it to the altar. It had likely been only a minute but to Alice it had felt like a grueling hour. she had known many of the people in the pews, some had known her since childhood, but she new the old priest in front of her better than anyone. he was a short pale man adorned completely in the white robes of the church, he was honest and hearty, with a voice much deeper than his stature would suggest and she remembered many fond childhood nights spent sitting on his lap listing to the stories of great heroes. The look on his face revealed little, cold eyes watched her every move but displayed none of the perversion of the myriad of men and women behind her. Alice let out a long sigh and gently went to place her shaking knee down when she heard shouting behind her.

"what is the meaning of this!?" yelled a distraught noble, Alice, immediately recognized him as Martin, one of the knights that mocked her back in Halfaxe.

"I knew you were deranged but stooping so low as too mock are sacred institutions with a slutty parody of knighthood during your own ceremony!?" A sudden cacophony erupted from behind Martin, the nobles no longer seeing it necessary to hold their tongues began a storm of gossiping and slanderous accusations.