The morning air was filled with a cacophony of sharp, melodious jangles as bells rang out from the towering castle, disrupting the serene tranquility of the day.
This was no ordinary morning; it heralded the wedding of the princess, a union as controversial as it was extravagant. The anticipated marriage was set to unite Celeste, the noble daughter of a powerful lineage, with Alistair, a werewolf whose reputation stirred whispers and awe in equal measure. Amid the graceful swirls of carriages rumbling onto the castle grounds, a mix of esteemed nobles and grimy lowlifes alike gathered to partake in the festivities, each hoping to feast on the abundance the day promised.
