The marriage procession was at the borders of Panalov by sunset where a bunch of elven ladies awaited with white lilies to welcome the groom and the guests. This was a tradition of Panalov to show respect and trust towards the arriving guests and it’s only after this ritual any outsider is allowed to enter the borders.

Martis was leading the procession and got down of his viorse, the horned beasts which only a Rhizen is known to tame. He gladly accepted the flower and entered the gates followed by his men, the dancers and other artists, ministers and the chariot of king Jarred and prince Waron.

Panalov was filled with nature’s beauty. Infinite fields of colorful flowers spreaded as far as one’s eyes can follow and the whole path from the borders till the palace were covered with flower petals. On both sides of the path paper lanterns were hung on the trees and this scene can also be seen in front of houses and rest of the kingdom.

The music and laughter from all around gave the feeling of some festival instead of a marriage. The whole Panalov was lighted up and looked really majestic.

The procession reached the royal garden and the chariots came to a halt. King Tranid and queen Merkha along with the palace maids were already present there and cordially welcomed everyone from Rhize.

King Jarred walked down the chariot with the help of his soldier. His black hairs were covered with more grey streaks now and the big, fancy crown sat proudly on top of them. He was tall and still quite handsome at the age of sixty. He wore a red robe which had ‘the marching soldiers’ art printed on them. The Rhize flag had the same color and symbol; it reflected the brevity and never backing down attribute of the Rhizens.

With stretched hands and a wide smile king Jarred walked towards king Tranid and embraced him tightly almost breaking his bones. When he let him go and gracefully bowed to queen Merkha Tranid was glad it’s only his clothes that got wrinkled and not his ribs.

By this time prince Waron had already stepped down his chariot and stood there along with Martis waiting for the pleasantries to get over. He wore a white shirt which was covered by a royal golden coat that fell till his knees and was fastened only at his stomach by a golden belt. His fitting, white trousers narrowed around the ankles and from there fine white leather boots covered his feet.

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The collar was fastened with a white bow-tie and a golden cape flowed behind. Gold cuffs around both his wrists and the appropriate sized golden crown along with his wheatish colored skin that dazzled even brightly due to the decorated lights all around made him look like a gold statue taken out of the palace.

Receiving his father’s signal prince Waron along with Martis by his side walked towards him. He bowed before the king and queen of Panalov and stood beside his father showing no sign of the storm brewing inside of him.

Waron wanted to kill all of them right now but instead he had to bow to them and remain calm which was turning out too hard for him. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop himself from committing something reckless.

He was guided towards the stage which was again decorated with numerous flowers and satin. Waron felt so unfamiliar with the ways of the Panalovians. If it were a wedding in Rhize there would have been grand party with girls dancing to the tunes of music, booze was a definite item and then there were fireworks for a perfect ending. All he could see here was flowers, they were bloody everywhere. The elves only wear white or some dull color derived from the apples and bananas that grew here. The only thing he approved was their jewelry. All items were studded with precious and vibrant gem stones which grabbed his attention. The elves absolutely have some great treasure mines and jewel-smith in this territory and that will be super profitable for Rhize when he takes over Panalov.

The sky was clear and the moon shone brightly above as if it’s here to witness the wedding. The guests have arrived and so have the priest. The only person that was awaited now was princess Valyne, Fate.

Within few minutes loud cheers from the crowd echoed when Merkha walked out of the palace holding hand of a veiled beauty.

Waron’s eyes focused on Fate’s slender torso as she walked in slow steps towards the stage in the heavy gown.

Exquisite! He thought. He has had his fair share of beauties before who on many occasions have warmed his bed. Some threw themselves at him and many were ravished by him but no one grabbed his attention as his bride.

He has been told that he was handsome. Jet black hair, dark brown eyes, straight nose, full lips and a toned body, he was a perfect visual for anyone’s eyes at his age of twenty three but he was no match with her. She looked just amazing.

Her slender hand held her mother’s as she walked with her head down and face covered by a veil. Her dress gave him a good view from her neck till her cleavage and the smoothness of her skin can be literally seen. The emerald necklace on her neck complimented her beauty and Waron forgot to breathe for a moment.

She walked up the stairs where Merkha gave her hand to Tranid’s and finally Tranid walked her to Waron and placed her hands onto his stretched one. He gently held her. The rumors about the elven princess being a beauty out of this world were right. He couldn’t wait for the fun to begin when they get back to Rhize. His determination of breaking her will unleash right upon their marital bed.