Lydia didn't make it to the Dragonborn's wedding, but others did. Aerin sat on Mjoll's side of the temple and smiled sweetly throughout the ceremony. On Almarie's side were the Valerians, a sister and brother who ran a store in Riverwood. A bard named Sven and an archer named Faendal were in attendance, too, but Almarie wasn't sure if they were there for her, or if they were Carmilla Valerian's dates.
After the ceremony, Mjoll approached her new wife to talk about where they'd live. "You could live with me," Mjoll suggested. Almarie was so charmed by the warm, cheerful, open way Mjoll had put forth the offer that she replied "Living with you would be perfect," before finding out where Mjoll actually lived.
As it turned out, Mjoll hadn't left Aerin's home since he'd rescued her from the Dwemer centurion. "I've never been a sellsword," Mjoll explained. "Never traded my skills for pay. I've always adventured on my own terms."
"I admire your principle," Almarie said as she looked around th