As Eleanor stepped into the chapel, the first thing she saw was Michael waiting for her at the foot of the altar. This was the first time she had seen him in almost three years, and in that time, he hadn't changed that much. His face was a little more mature, but that was it. He was dressed in his commander's uniform, which he looked dashing in. He had turned his attention to her as soon as the doors had opened and was smiling at her.
While Eleanor walked down the aisle, she took in the people there. At the altar was a priest with a white stole, and off to the right of him was a priest with a purple stole. Which Eleanor thought was weird, since for weddings priests were only supposed to wear a white stole, but she brushed that out of her thoughts as she took in the others in the chapel. In the front row sat Lucas, and others whom she assumed were members of the family. As the rows moved further back, she assumed they were the more prominent vassals and some of the knights.
