(Azriel POV)
Azriel would have collapsed had Elena not grabbed her hand and pinched it.
"Hush Girl...." she hissed, 'Get a grip on yourself! You can't be passing out now."
She laughed out loud and said to the men, "Young women are always a little faint when they hear of their weddings! Its such a big time for her. Poor motherless child. I will help make her the best bride."
The Dark Lord grunted and said, "Keep these frivolities for Dilorus Elena. Our betrothal and announcement is to show our power and make our declaration. Our Fiefs have been preparing their armies for such a day. Do we care what the bride will wear?"
Elena sighed and said, "Of course. I was just so happy and delighted and I am but a frivolous woman."
