The day of Alaric's wedding dawned bright and bustling. In the Kurogane estate, the air was filled with an electric mix of excitement and anticipation. Female servants flitted about, helping Alaric prepare. As they congratulated him, their joy and pride were infectious, and Alaric couldn't help but feel a rare sense of wholesomeness settle over him.
Dressed in a regal wedding ensemble tailored from the finest black and crimson fabrics, accented with intricate silver embroidery, Alaric stood before a tall mirror. His sharp features and composed demeanor radiated an aura of strength and sophistication. The ceremonial pendant, glowing faintly with an ethereal light, rested around his neck—a symbol of his heritage and power.
One of the older servants smiled as she adjusted the collar of his attire. "You look magnificent, young master. Today, you begin a journey unlike any other."
"Thank you," Alaric replied softly, his voice tinged with humility.
