The whole kingdom had witnessed the "love song" that the future Crown Princess had just performed for the Crown Prince and were talking about it nonstop. Comments flooded her page as well as the Royal Palace of Glear's page with well wishes and a happy union for the couple. All negative comments were quickly flagged and reported and some users even willing took down their past comments with a public apology for their negative postings.
Within an hour, all past negative news disappeared from the pages and all gossip channels also took down their past reports on the subject, with many other people accusing them of trying to sway public opinion. Many of them issued their own public apology and tried to salvage their reputation by changing the lead reporters with new ones.
Seeing all this, Prince Maxen was certain that this was the work of the Royal Public Relations. He was sure that they had paid many of those people that defended his future wife and even had a hand in having the lead reporters replaced. But all of this did not really matter to him as he was still dazed by the whole process.
Sure the music shocked him when he watched it live in his room and he even felt all the emotions that everyone else felt. What truly had him shocked was that during the interview, when it was asked how they had met, her words seemed to trigger a forgotten memory that was still too foggy to see through.
He felt as if he had been hit by lightning when he had heard her words and wondered why he would react in such a dramatic manner. Was it true that they had met when they were younger? Why could he not remember and why did his mother not remind him of their meeting? It could have been possible to have met her as their grandfathers were indeed friends but as a young boy, Prince Maxen did not live in the Palace as his late uncle was the Crown Prince at the time and not his father.
Where could they have met? Surely, it was not just said for the public's curiosity to be satisfied, right? After all, there were many times when he had a sense of familiarity about her. Could they have met and when?
These questions plagued him all night and for the entire week. Any other thing was left to the side by him, making the servants believe that he was feeling his wedding jitters as it was quickly upon them.
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The wedding was being held on a Friday morning, officially making this day a holiday for the kingdom. Many enthusiastic people even went so far as to dress up for the occasion, even if they were not going to be present in the actual ceremony. Countless businesses that were still open decorated their storefronts in festive banners and even had fun discounts and trinkets in honor of the upcoming wedding, since days prior.
The streets were lively with people as the hour quickly approached. Many people waited hours before the official time in their finest clothes. The day was a bright summer day with the temperatures quickly rising. Along the streets that were estimated to be where the future Crown Princess would pass, the masses stood under erected tents or under their own umbrellas.
Some people stood in their balconies if they felt they had a good visual of the upcoming proceedings. Finally, the hour came.
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Elizabella had gotten up since before dawn to get ready for the big day. The actual ceremony would be held later around noon. She had quickly done her hair into a half up half down glamour curl hairdo. The royals in the kingdom of Edalelia were into natural styles without too much products on the body. Her hair was naturally curly so she believed that the same would be for the royals of Glear, that they would rather have her in her more natural state.
Her dress had long been approved as the maids assisted her in the heavy dress. She was used to wearing big formal dresses from back home, but this had to be the biggest. Of course, all of this was planned by her as she thought that a fairytale wedding would be what the public wanted to see.
She wanted for this marriage to continue as she had deeply thought about it and knew that staying inside the Palace of Glear would be the safest place for her. Though, she had also thought to tell them the truth and was sure that with the Queen of Edalelia's help, she could be offered sanctuary in the Palace without hiding her background.
However, the marriage would still be planned since it was a fact that her grandfather was the one that had given her the ring of promise to her when she was a child. Hiding her true identity was the best option for her as she wanted to start a fresh life after their divorce without having too much backlash of being the ex-wife of a Crown Prince. So in the end, the "production" had to be in place for her future survival.
Even if she did not care what others thought about her that much, the thought that people would look at her and think of her as the Crown Prince's leftovers made her upset.
"Fairytale wedding, here I come," thought Elizabella as she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror as she wore the dress and make-up.
Once she was finished, people from the Palace came with a tiara picked from the Queen from the royal vault and had elegantly placed it on her head. It was a delicate looking tiara with white gold and sparling diamonds adorned in an intricate design. Lastly, the veil was placed on her head and everyone marveled as they looked at her in all her grandeur.
She herself looked in the mirror and realized that there was no going back and that the stage has been set for her. She took another deep breath and went to her vanity where her rose gold shades sat and placed them on, making everyone watching give a quick take back. They did not ruin the whole princess vibe that she was giving, but it did give a more youthful feel to her appearance, making them think that it matched her overall persona.
She was quickly led to a waiting white armored vehicle with the windows being clear. Outside the gates, there was the waiting escort entourage that quietly led her to the church where the ceremony would be conducted.
Her neighbors and reporters were also outside waiting for her and waved enthusiastically when they saw her pass by. She smiled and waved elegantly at the passing masses as she was led to her destination. The real play, was about to start.