Evanna stood behind the closed doors to the atrium. They planned the wedding in such a short time, but servants in the palace worked so efficiently that one month and a few details from Evanna were all they needed to organise the grand event. Now, she waited, holding wildflowers that had two luminous light blue butterflies fluttering their wings in pattern. They weren't real; it was all a touch of elven magic, but it was still magnificent all the same.
On the other side of the doors, a harp began to play. Each pluck of the strings produced a cascade of sweet, crystalline sounds, weaving a gentle melody that seemed to float and twirl. The music, soft and ethereal, carried a whimsical quality as if it were a lullaby whispered by the breeze. This was Evanna's cue to enter the room.
