"The procession was about to start, Your Majesty," Lord Emilio reminded Leandro.
Leandro woke up from his trance-like state and gazed at the mirror in front of him.
He was at the Chamber preparing for the wedding ceremony, which is just a few minutes from now.
His wedding attire was already donned on by his servant. It was a cotehardie made with black damask in a classic lozenge pattern, designed with real gold crosses and snugged tightly with golden buttons.
'Lady Aisha might be done by now, too.'
Leandro drew in a deep breath as he was not used to getting married anymore.
The last marriage that he has was a decade ago, since he has already given up on having a child.
"Thank you, Lord Emilio. I will be out shortly," Leandro nodded his head, expressing that he understood what he meant.
He then gazed at his reflection in the mirror. The cotehardie fitted him well exhibiting his kingly authority.
