In the hall where Evanna was once scared for her life, watched as Arawn sliced a servant's hand off and felt the King's icy stare was now a lively celebration. Like the ceremony, the hall was colourful; potted plants and plants Evanna helped grow and bloom rose like tall, intimidating stalks and trees. Many looked in wonder and awe.
Like the forest where they first kissed and Arawn proposed, luminous butterflies fluttered around, enchanting guests who were not used to such scenes. Some elves were still in awe because not all were like the warriors and ventured into the depths of Direwood Forest. Many came up to the newlyweds congratulating them, though Arawn remained expressionless to everyone he disliked, which was many, whilst Evanna smiled and beguiled those like the Princess she'd grown up to be. Now that she was his wife and connecting multiple kingdoms together, many respected her.
