A few months later.
One of the grandest weddings of Wraith was celebrated. It was as grand as the wedding between the King and Queen, but less publicized to the commonwealth. Though, the elites and socialites were all attending this event, thus, made it to the headlines.
"Such a beautiful bride," Adeline let out a soft sigh, placing her hands on Lydia's bare shoulders. She was in awe at the dress.
Lydia's wedding gown was as elegant and powerful as her, in the most refined manner possible.
Swan feathers were sharply spread across her chest, revealing a low dip, but the cinched materials at the waist that flared into a long train gave her a chic flare. She looked like a greek goddess that decided to take a tour of the mortal realms, but forgot to leave behind her fancy attire.
