At the banquet hall, both King Wystan and I sat next to each other, on a slightly higher ground than the rest of the guests. The seating arrangement was allocated as so, where even my Papa, the King, was placed lower than us.
The reason for that was to give all the other royalties their full attention to us. That no one should dare to steal our thunder. That we shall rise above all should unwanted rumours break out. That we DESERVED to be the 'King and Queen of the day' for all those present just by being the groom and the bride.
Even so, I cannot erase what I had heard in the powder room. I want to make full use of the day, abuse it along with the title and all. Make them kneel and beg for mercy. But for what? I know it won't be satisfactory. In the end, they would still be clueless.
