"Silena Chaugnes, do you take Allen Poliveron to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto you pledge thee your faith or pledge yourself to him?"
"Yes. . ."
"STOP IT! STOP THE WEDDING!"
Everyone's gaze fixed on the person that's standing at the chapel's door and there's the prince, the true love of the princess and the groom that's supposed to stand on the isle with her not the person that's standing right in front of the princess. The prince walked with fast pace towards the isle and then he shouted,
"I'm the groom not him! This is my wedding day and he's not supposed to be here. Now, guards! Take him to the prison"
Silena took out the dagger that she hid under the dress and pointed at the 'groom', right on this neck,
"Who the hell are you?"
The fake groom that dressed just like prince smirked as the royal guard took him. The real prince walked to the isle and stood right in front of Silena,
"I'm here and now, we shall proceed the wedding with the real groom."