Editing Draelor Nah`utal (section)

=== The Wedding to Unite Kiffex ===
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| colspan="2" width="100%" style="background-color: #4a0e0e; color: #f0d8d8;" |Draelor binds his blood to hers before all of Kiffex, [[Year 17]]
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Years of on-and-off courtship had worn Draelor down to something rarer than patience — certainty. He and [[Relena Vercet]] had circled each other for longer than either would likely admit outright, drifting close and apart and close again, until Draelor finally found the nerve to do what his father had done before him: propose the old way, the Kiffar way, the only way that had ever meant anything to Clan Nah`utal. He took his leave from the Empire and went to find her.

The tradition itself unsettled outsiders more often than not. A Kiffar proposal was not spoken — it was fought. Mediated by a third-party Elder, challenger and challenged met in combat, and the winner alone decided what came next: to bond, or to walk away. It sounded barbaric to those who'd never lived it, but the Kiffar understood what it actually measured. A fighting style laid a person bare in ways words never could — patience, temper, honor, restraint — and more than one proposal had been won or lost not by the outcome of the match, but by what the match revealed.

Relena did not go down easily. The fight ran long, longer than Draelor had expected from a woman who gave up nothing without making him work for it, and when she finally relented, it wasn't defeat that Draelor felt looking at her — it was something closer to certainty confirmed. She had stood against a man who outweighed her, who held every physical advantage the match allowed, and she had made him earn every inch of that victory. If anything, the fight only deepened what he already felt for her. He chose to bond with her without hesitation.

The timing carried weight beyond the two of them. By late [[Year 16]], [[Artemis de Chatillion]] had passed the [[Regency of the Kiffar Southlands]] to his old friend Decessus Nah`utal, while Relena had already held the [[Regency of the North]] for years in her own right. A courtship between the two of them had always drawn a particular kind of scrutiny — "Northie" and "Southie," two halves of Kiffex that had spent generations finding reasons to stay apart — but whatever murmurs that pairing had once stirred were swept aside entirely once word of their engagement spread. It wasn't gossip anymore. It was history, quietly announcing itself before anyone had fully realized what was happening. Long before the wedding itself, Draelor's bond with the Regent of the South had already begun closing a divide older than either of their families.

The ceremony came later in [[Year 17]], mediated personally by then-Emperor [[Guinar Ndengin]], a Kiffar bonding older than memory, built around the [[Gr`hwlan Blade]] and the [[Bowl of Yak]]. Each of them cut their palm and let the blood fall into the bowl, mingling together before both drank from it, vows spoken over a mixture that was, by then, no longer entirely his or entirely hers. It was a bond meant to hold for life, sealed in the oldest language the Kiffar had.

Few weddings in living memory drew a guest list like it. Sheyfs came from clans across Kiffex, joined by dignitaries from governments spanning the galaxy and figures whose names carried weight far beyond the Southland — [[Seele]], [[Jeor Knight]], [[Kyran Caelius]], [[Darin Byrch]], [[Spree Razzix]], [[Dante Erinith]], [[Tnsumi Shine]], all gathered to watch the son and heir of Clan Nah`utal bond with the Regent of the North. History would remember it simply as the Wedding to Unite Kiffex — and in the years that followed, the planet made good on the name. For the first time in longer than the Elders could reliably recount, the Kiffar people knew peace across the whole of their world.