Here's a Skyrim wedding story.
Rowan and Vorstag made the trek to Riften to get hitched, making a long detour around the broken dragon over Mistwatch that always kills the game. Vorstag hounded her the entire way.
Vorstag: You should go make the arrangements for our wedding right away. I can’t wait.
Rowan: (wiping the blood from her sword) Good gods, man, where do you think we’re going? Oh, and here’s another bear pelt for you to carry.
When they got to the temple, the priest took one look at Rowan and asked if she was feeling sick. Yep, she picked up something gross from a critter. One quick blessing at the altar, and the feverish bride was now merely blushing.
Before he would arrange the ceremony, Maramal offered the couple some pre-marital counseling. Some of the questions gave Vorstag crazy eyes.
Rowan: Have we been doing
what?!
Vorstag:
Can I kill ‘im?Rowan planned for them to spend the night at the Bee and Barb, but when they got there Vorstag took off. He said he would see his bride at their wedding. Oh, and could he borrow some of her war paint.
The next morning Rowan dressed carefully and headed over to the temple. There she found Vorstag looking hot in his original armor instead of the shiny stuff that she spent so many hours making for him. It reminded her of all the good times they’ve had, all the way back to their very first meeting.
Unfortunately her reminiscences took longer than the ceremony. I don’t have a picture of it, because Vorstag bolted out the door right after they said their vows. Rowan had to chase him down to find out where they would be living. Maybe it’s a Nord thing. If you can’t catch him, you don’t get to keep him.
Anyway, I did get one picture of the bride before the race started. Here she’s saying,
“Vorstag, WTF?!” to her man’s fleeing back.
She had to run all the way from Riften to Markarth for her Lover's Comfort, and she got arrested the second she walked up to the gate. But that’s another story.