Here's the second part of the wedding story: the CEREMONY! I hope everyone enjoys it. Also, I updated the previous chapter a little while ago. No actual changes were made to the story. However, some sections weren't formatted the way I wanted and it was bothering me.

I'm dedicating this chapter to all of you!

Tom was talking to Martin and his groomsmen – his older brother Kieran, his best mate and former roommate William, and his soon-to-be brother-in-law Matthew – when his younger brother leaned over and announced, "I think we're going to be starting soon."

Tom turned and saw Sybil's grandparents walking down the aisle together, Isidore in the middle of the two headstrong women. Both were wearing light beige, though Martha being Martha was wearing a dress with a light brown leather bolero whereas the Dowager Countess had chosen a staid pant suit. Behind them, Fiona was at the foot of the staircase, placing Katie into a white wicker baby carriage. He smiled at the sight of his niece. It was Sybil's idea to have her be the flower girl. Outside of choosing her wedding dress, his fiancée had the most fun picking out the flower girl dress. Katie looked absolutely darling in her outfit, a lovely ivory taffeta tea length dress.

At that moment, Elsie Hughes, the local registrar and longtime friend of the family, appeared before Tom and informed him that the wedding was about to begin. Martin grasped Tom's shoulders and turned him around so that he wouldn't see Sybil until she was next to him. "I'll give you the play by play," he quipped.

Breaking with tradition, an instrumental version of "Here Comes the Sun" played as Fiona pushed Katie down the aisle, generating many aws from the 100 plus guests. The bridesmaids followed his sister and niece. First Eva came down the aisle, followed by Gwen, Mary, and finally maid of honor Edith. The music changed to an instrumental version of "All I Want is You" and everyone rose.

Martin turned and smiled when he saw Sybil in her wedding dress, her left arm entwined with her father's and her right entwined with her mother's. Turning back, he leaned in and whispered to Tom, "She looks gorgeous."

Tom smiled and fought the urge to turn to see Sybil. He took a deep breath and waited. Soon, he felt a hand touch his shoulder and turned slightly to see Cora. Shifting his eyes to his right, Tom's view took his breath away. There was Sybil, standing between both of her parents, looking like a goddess.

"Wow," he gasped, causing Sybil to blush.

Cora leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and Robert shook his hand. They each kissed and hugged their daughter, before taking their seats. Tom extended his left hand to Sybil, who in turn reached out to him with her right. Hands entwined, the young couple faced Mrs. Hughes.

"Good Afternoon ladies and gentlemen," she began, "and welcome to Downton Abbey. My name is Elsie Hughes and we are joined by Charles Carson who will be registering this ceremony for the future. We are all here today for the marriage of Sybil Patricia Crawley and Thomas Aodhán Branson."

"I must first of all tell you that this room in which we are now met has been duly sanctioned according to the law for the celebration of marriage, you are here to witness the joining in matrimony of Sybil Patricia Crawley and Thomas Aodhán Branson."

Sybil and Tom kept looking at each other and smiling as Elsie spoke. Having noticed that her gown was basically backless, he raised an eyebrow, which made Sybil laugh.

Elsie smiled when she saw that. "Our first reading will be from one of the bride's favourite novels, Jane Eyre, and will be read by her good friend Thomas Barrow.

Thomas rose from his seat next to his boyfriend Edward and walked up to where Elsie was standing. After nervously smoothing down his black suit jacket, he began to speak. "Thank you." Taking a paper out of his inside pocket and unfolding it, he continued. "I helped Sybil choose this reading, telling her that it reminded me of her and Tom."

He took a deep breath and began. "I have for the first time found what I can truly love - I have found you. You are my sympathy - my better self - my good angel; I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my center and spring of life, wraps my existence about you - and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one."

Finished, Thomas leaned down and kissed Sybil on the cheek, then shook Tom's hand, giving him a stern look.

"Thank you, Thomas," Elsie said before turning and focusing her attention on the couple standing before her. "Before you are joined together in marriage it is my duty to remind you of the solemn and binding character of the vows you are about to make. Marriage in this country is the union of two people, voluntarily entered into for life, to the exclusions of all others. I am going to ask you each in turn to declare that you know of no legal reason why you may not be joined in marriage."

Looking Tom in the eye, she commanded, "Repeat after me. I do solemnly declare"

"I do solemnly declare," he repeated.

"that I know not of any lawful impediment"

Tom recited, "that I know not of any lawful impediment"

"why I, Thomas Aodhán Branson, may not be joined in marriage to Sybil Patricia Crawley."

Smiling, Tom repeated, "why I, Thomas Aodhán Branson, may not be joined in marriage to Sybil Patricia Crawley."

Elsie then turned to Sybil. Like with Tom, she commanded, "Repeat after me. I do solemnly declare"

Sybil took a breath and parroted, "I do solemnly declare"

"that I know not of any lawful impediment"

"that I know not of any lawful impediment," the bride recited.

"why I, Sybil Patricia Crawley, may not be joined in marriage to Thomas Aodhán Branson."

Grinning, Sybil recited, "why I, Sybil Patricia Crawley, may not be joined in marriage to Thomas Aodhán Branson."

Addressing the guests, Elsie announced, "Tom's younger sister, Fiona Branson-Capetillo, will read a poem.

Fiona rose from her seat, smoothed down her sky blue dress, and strolled to the front of the saloon.

"Thank you, Elsie. I kept going back and forth between two poems and only decided on which one to read after I talked with mine and Tom's father. I will be reading W.B. Yeats's "He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven."

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Sybil blinked back tears as her soon-to-be sister-in-law recited the poem. When she was finished, Fiona kissed her brother and his bride on the cheek and returned to her seat.

Elsie addressed everyone. "Sybil and Tom have decided to recite traditional Celtic vows in front of you, their closest family and friends. Tom will go first."

Tom and Sybil turned to face each other and instinctively grasped each other's hands. Taking a breath, Tom began to recite his vows.

"Sybil, you cannot possess me for I belong to myself
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give.
You cannot command me, for I am a free person
But I shall serve you in those ways you require
and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand."

"I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night and the eyes into which I smile in the morning.
I pledge to you the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup,
I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care.
I shall be a shield for your back and you for mine.
I shall not slander you, nor you me.
I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel we shall do so in private and tell no strangers our grievances."

He paused, choking up as he looked at his beautiful bride. Tom lifted her hand and kissed it before continuing. "This is my wedding vow to you. This is the marriage of equals."

"And now it is Sybil's turn to recite her vows to Tom," announced Elsie.

Sybil gazed adoringly into his eyes as she began to recite her vows.

"Tom, you cannot possess me for I belong to myself
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give.
You cannot command me, for I am a free person
But I shall serve you in those ways you require
and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand."

"I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night and the eyes into which I smile in the morning.
I pledge to you the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup.
I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care.
I shall be a shield for your back and you for mine.
I shall not slander you, nor you me.
I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel we shall do so in private and tell no strangers our grievances."

Wiping tears from her eyes, she finished her vows. "This is my wedding vow to you. This is the marriage of equals."

Elsie tenderly smiled at the couple in front of her for a moment before continuing with the service. "It is now time for Tom and Sybil to exchange rings. Martin."

Martin reached into his pocket and pulled out the wedding bands and handed them to Mrs. Hughes. The rings were matching platinum Dara knot bands. Handing Sybil's ring to Tom, Mrs. Hughes, said, "Tom, please repeat after me. I call upon – these persons here present."

"I call upon – these persons here present"

"to witness that I, Thomas Aodhán Branson,"

"to witness that I, Thomas Aodhán Branson," he recited.

"do take you, Sybil Patricia Crawley, to be my lawful wedded wife."

He tenderly repeated, "do take you, Sybil Patricia Crawley, to be my lawful wedded wife." Tom slipped her ring onto her finger, and then lifted her hand up to kiss her palm.

Elsie turned to Sybil, handed her Tom's ring, and commanded, "Repeat after me. I call upon these persons here present"

Sybil took a breath and recited, "I call upon these persons here present"

"to witness that I, Sybil Patricia Crawley,"

"to witness that I, Sybil Patricia Crawley," she repeated, blinking back tears.

"do take you, Thomas Aodhán Branson, to be my lawful wedded husband."

"do take you, Thomas Aodhán Branson, to be my lawful," Sybil sniffed, "wedded husband." She slipped on his ring, beaming up at Tom.

"Sybil Patricia Crawley and Thomas Aodhán Branson have both made the declarations required by the law of this country. They have chosen to exchange rings as a token of the marriage vows. It is now my pleasure to tell you that you are now legally husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Tom beamed as he leaned forward. Sybil did the same and their noses gently nuzzled. He cupped her face and their lips met. As her arms wrapped around his shoulders, their kiss deepened and the sounds of their friends and family faded into the background.