It was a beautiful hall with magnificent high ceilings. Golden beams and arches were set beside delicate tapestry. The stained glass windows cast a rainbow of colours across the floor. Rows of people came to their feet. Music began to play and Lucia was escorted down the aisle by her father.
"I'm sorry, father," Lucia whispered as they made their way down the long passageway.
The Duke of Trimaund smiled weakly. "What's done is done. From this day on, you will be a princess of the Empire. It is an accomplishment."
At the end of the aisle, A sister was waiting. Her face was decorated in ceremonial paint. Behind her was Lome's looming figure holding the moon in her hands. In the audience, The Emperor and King of Ramelle sat at each side of the aisle in the first row. Duke Morton and some other Officials from Ramelle were also present.
