~Mysterious Bride~
After everyone settled, the Crown Prince entered the Grand hall, his regal attire befitting his noble status. He wore a resplendent ensemble of sophisticated deep blue hue, embroidered with intricate golden motifs.
Draped over his broad shoulders was a velvet robe, deep crimson in colour, adorned with intricate patterns that traced elegant patterns, that billowed behind him like the royal standard.
A circlet adorned his brows that was embellished with precious gemstones, reflecting as he gestured. With each stride, the prince commanded attention and whispers, his attire a testament of his regal bearing, exuding both sophistication and authority.
As he took his place before the priest, his ensemble served as a visual embodiment and the grandeur of the kingdom. A cold vibe was emanating from his hard expression as he waited for his bride to arise.
Meanwhile, Niamh was being dressed and transformed into a beauty goddess. Neriah came to see her afterwards with two little girls, both dressed in matching white gowns. She introduced them as her twin cousins, Ambrosia and Anastasia. Niamh couldn't comprehend what was going on as the royal maids accompanied her to the hall, while Ambrosia and Anastasia holding her trail.
The large door opened and the bride's emerged. An ethereal beauty appeared in a dazzling silver gown, royal blue embroideries traced elegant patterns adorning the edges of the dress. Her silver hair was packed up in a bridal updo, silver hairpins holding up her bun. There was a silver veil covering her face, adding mystery to the already mysterious bride.
Her presence at the entrance captivated every onlooker, a living painting in the canvas of the opulent palace. Her face lit up in anxiety, curiosity, confusion and eagerness as she approached the altar and stood facing prince Lansel.
Prince Lansel didn't even bulge or spare her a glance as he only stared ahead. His expression and aura didn't change a bit. He couldn't imagine the face behind that veil. He believed that whoever was standing in front of him cannot tame his heart or warm his bed. He can easily dispose her and break the curse or treat her ruthlessly so that she'll leave him for good.
As for the bride, she was utterly confused and shocked. Her brain Was working like a rollercoaster as she walked to the altar. She couldn't think anymore. No, her brain malfunctioned. She just didn't know what she's feeling when she saw the prince standing on the altar. Like she never fort once, not even in her wildest dreams think that something so mysterious could happen to her.
As the priest read the holy book, Lansel didn't seem to be interested in the whole thing. In fact, his mind was totally out of the world just to show how uninterested he is.
"Kindly, take the wedding vow" the priest stated.
"Do I need to take a vow?" Lansel cut him off with a glare.
[Pay attention, Lansel. Don't disgrace the kingdom] Queen Diantha spoke telepathically and Lansel rolled his eyes. The priest cleared his throat and continued. Lansel reluctantly took his bride's hand and entwined it with his, in front of his face.
"Two souls becoming one. To love and protect, now and forever" both Lansel and his bride said in unison. They exchanged the wedding rings and the priest pronounced the as husband and wife.
"With this kiss, prince Lansel will pledge his love to his wife" he announced and everyone waited in anticipation. They all wanted to see who the bride is.
[Do it Lansel] that's Queen Diantha. Lansel shit his mother a stare, then Dionysios and Neriah. They're all smiling and giving him a 'go ahead' look. Lansel sighed and took a step forward.
Slowly, holding the tip of the bride's veil. Everyone held their breaths.