"I will marry Prince Agost." A mellifluous voice was loud enough to reach the ears. It was a soft voice that was like a dream just like the person looked.
Everyone held their breath. The words which were on their lips froze. The thunderstorm just seemed to end abruptly. It was hard to believe if they heard it or they imagined it.
Agost was a bit shocked before his lips curled up. He was aware she wasn't agreeing to marry him out of love or any kind of feelings. She was a princess, she knew her responsibility. Most importantly she was a very kind and soft-hearted lady who couldn't watch silently and do nothing.
"Sister Alora?" Freya was first to come out of her haze. She was biting her tongue so long to stop herself from stabbing through Agost. She couldn't believe Alora, who believed in love, was agreeing to a marriage due to pressure.
Rushing up to Alora, Freya held Alora's fist in her palms, "Sister Alora, you don't have to do this."
