It was a fine day for a wedding. The radiant bride paced slowly down the aisle toward the nervous but clearly happy groom. As she reached him, the two joined hands.
�Don�t worry, Lews,� Ilyena whispered, �it�ll go fine.�
The celebrant began. �We are gathered here today...�
�I know,� Lews Therin whispered back. �I love you.�
�If anyone knows any reason this marriage should not proceed, let them speak now -�
No one seemed likely to speak. The room was filled with smiling faces. All the most prominent figures of the Age were gathered in celebration.
�- or forever hold their peace.�
Silence. And then -
�Well, I bloody well won�t hold my peace!� a woman�s voice screeched from the back of the room. �He�s mine!�
Standing in the doorway, face painted with fury, was a tall, stunningly beautiful woman with long, night-dark hair, and skin that would have been fair if not for the fact that it was currently red with rage.
Lews Therin groaned. �Oh, no.�
�Get her out of here!� Ilyena flung her bouquet at the woman, hitting her in the face.
Mierin shook rose petals out of her hair. �You milk-faced sop! You yellow-haired trollop! Lews Therin is mine and it�s time you learnt it!�
�Big words,� Ilyena retorted. �Why don�t you go find some pond scum to flirt with?�
Mierin screeched again and launched herself at Ilyena, claws extended. Her arms were grabbed by a pair of Lews Therin�s friends, who dragged her back outside, still screaming. �I�ll get you! I swear I will, you thieving wench! I�ll -� The slamming door cut off her words.
Ilyena picked up her bouquet, now somewhat bedraggled. �Now that that�s done -�
And the wedding continued.
Outside, Tel and Barid looked ruefully at their scratches and bruises. �For the Light�s sake, Mierin,� Barid groaned. �Lews Therin dumped you fifty years ago! Get over it!�

Three thousand years later...

It was a fine day for a wedding. The radiant brides - all three of them - paced slowly down the aisle toward the nervous, but clearly happy, groom. As they reached him, they took his hands - well, Min and Elayne did, anyway, even Dragons Reborn having only two hands.*
�Don�t worry, Rand,� Aviendha purred, twining an arm around his waist instead. �It�ll go fine.�
�We are gathered here today...�
�I know. I love you all.� Rand smiled at his three fiancées. �I just hope..."
�If anyone knows any reason these marriages should not proceed -�
�Yes, I bloody well do!� a familiar woman�s voice screeched from the doorway. �He�s mine!�
Rand groaned. �Oh, no. Not again.�
A short, silver-haired, blue-eyed woman stormed through the door and down the aisle. �You�re at it again, Lews Therin! Not only that milk-faced tart reborn** but TWO OTHERS as well! How many times do I have to tell you, you�re MINE!�
�Get her out of here!� all three women shouted in unison. Elayne and Aviendha reached for the Power. Min�s knives appeared in her hands.
�You�re mine! Mine, mine, MINE!� Cyndane shrieked. The windows trembled and seemed about to break at the pitch of her voice. At Rand�s frantic gestures, a pair of Asha�man, followed by Taim, dragged her back outside. �Now that that�s done,� Elayne said in a very satisfied tone as the door slammed shut behind them, �shall we proceed?�
And the wedding continued.
Outside, Taim looked at the scratched and bruised Asha�man, and at the still struggling and screaming Cyndane. With the corners of his mouth turned up in what passed for a smile, he spoke.
�Mierin, Lews Therin dumped you three thousand and fifty years ago. GET OVER IT!�

*In fact, a lot of evidence suggests that the Dragon Reborn will end up with only one hand, but I decided to ignore this.

**Notice that I didn�t specify which of the three Cyndane believes to be the reborn Ilyena. This was entirely deliberate.

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