The entire royal halls bustled with guests who were overjoyed and drunk on their wine.
The emperor smiled as he gazed at them and glanced at Daphne, only to see a sad expression on her face.
Today was her marriage with prince Yuri, and she was so disheartened and devastated about it.
A slight sigh exited his nose, and as much as he wouldn't have wanted to do this and make her happy, he knew that he had to, for the sake of that alliance.
He returned his gaze to the guest and allowed the smile to reappear on his face.
A deep breath fled Daphne's throat, and she glanced to the side to look at Luthiel, who was standing beside William.
Her heart ached heavily within her, and knowing very well that nothing could stop this wedding today, she inhaled and exhaled, averting her gaze from him.
Luthiel, who obviously noticed her gaze on him, fluttered his lashes, finding himself suddenly feeling some sort of pity for her.
