THE HOUSE OF GAI`SER`

A PLACE OF THE INTERTWINED

In the realm of Gaiser, marriage is not a contract. It is a consecration. Here, every thread, every scent, every jewel, every captured image is woven with intent. Here, the ceremony begins not at the altar but from the moment you step into yourself. We create living rites for those who know that love is not a performance, but a becoming. We design your sacred day as an extension of your soul’s remembering:

• The Gai`SER`Gown | crafted as an invocation of your lineage and your longing.

• Designer Jewelry | chosen not for status, but for resonance with your story.

• Gai`SER` Fragrance | distilled to stir the memory of your becoming.

• The Gaiser experience | photographers, caterers, artists, all selected to align with the sacred current you now embody.

This is not an event. This is an awakening clothed in silk and flame. House of Gaiser is a place for the intertwined, where memory and future dance across the veil. Here, every vow is a current that carries two souls beyond time. Every whisper is a thread. Every promise, a flame, a sacred journey. Let us honor it with intention, beauty, and soul.

SACRED VOW

VNOIRE` & SILKE`

”I, VNOIRE, vow first to love myself fully, to know the depths of my own soul, so that I may meet you from wholeness, not from hunger. My cup runneth over, and in its overflowing, it spills freely upon you, and upon the sacred creations we will birth together. I vow to be the sanctuary you can rest within, not to fix you, nor to mold you, but to honor the warrior and the poet within you, the mountain and the river. I vow to uphold and embody my sacred femininity, to dance in its softness, to move in its depth, to embrace it to the farthest edges of the world without deviation or dilution.

I vow to treasure and guard my body as the living temple it was born to be, to keep it holy, to nourish it with reverence, to offer it only in love and never in lack. I vow to speak words that build you, to bless you with my tongue, to shield you from my fear, and to magnify the greatness I see within you. I vow to trust your path, even when I do not always understand it. I vow to honor your strength without diminishing your softness.

I vow to speak to the king in you, to rise beside you without rising against you, to create beside you without stealing your sun. I vow to bless your leadership with trust, and bless your vulnerability with fierce tenderness. When doubt howls at our door, I vow to be the one who remembers the truth of you. I am your soft landing, and you are my unshakable stone. We are no longer fragments adrift in a world of separation. We have become the whole. We are the amber that holds ancient fires. We are the flame that neither wind nor time can extinguish. In you, I do not lose myself. In you, I find the wildness of my soul reflected back to me.”

VNOIRE`

“I, SILKE`, vow to see you, not only in your beauty, but in your becoming. I vow to witness the whole of you, the thunder and the tenderness, the silences you guard, and the dreams you dare to speak aloud. I vow to protect what is sacred within you, not by caging it, but by standing as a fortress at your back, letting your wildness run free before me. I vow to cherish not only who you are, but who you are still yet to become.

I vow to hear your no as clearly and reverently as I hear your yes. I vow to hold your vulnerability as a crown, never as a weapon. I vow to be a witness to your sorrow without trying to fix it, to your rage without trying to tame it, to your expansion without fear of being left behind. I vow to meet you not as a possession, but as a sacred companion, a fellow traveler through the vastness of becoming.

I vow to honor the temple of your body, and the endless river of your mind, and the burning sun of your spirit. In your softness, I find my home. In your power, I find my mirror. In your laughter, I find my freedom. I vow to love you without dimming you, to hold you without caging you, to journey beside you without ever binding your wings. You are not mine. You are a wonder I am allowed to walk beside. And I vow to never forget the sacredness of that gift.”

SILKE`

The vows have been breathed into the living weave of time. Two souls, remembered. Two flames, entwined. In this sacred House of Gaiser, love is not bound by law or paper. It is crowned by alignment, devotion. As Silk and VNOIRE rise as living altars of love, so too may every soul who crosses this threshold remember the truth: You are not separate. You are not broken. You are the living vow you have always longed for.