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However, he just wanted to avoid Yvonne’s knowing it. Almost at the same time, tens of millions of guards set off from the old castle and rushed from all the roads to the houses in the city like a flood. There were so many teams and so many people, which made people felt their scalps go numb. In the procession, an ancient red wooden sedan chair was extremely eye-catching. Its decoration was not luxurious, but it was extremely large. The fat man was lying on it leisurely. His whole body was swaying, and he was in good spirits. There was also a worn-out crown hanging on his head... At this time, Samuel suddenly opened his eyes and slowly stood up...

I realized Elizabeth knew there ought to be people who would accuse Nathaniel, so she covered both crests to show both kingdoms were grieving the loss of their monarchs. The procession up the road to the palace was a solemn one, and holding my head high on that horse was the hardest thing I had to do in my life. I wanted to just jump off the horse and comfort the crying children in the street, but I had to stay strong for my people. To show them we can recover from this. No matter how much it may hurt at first.

In order to make way for the wedding carriage, other vehicles had been forbidden from accessing the route from the palace to the cathedral. Daisie looked out of the carriage—the streets were crowded with citizens, and they were all there to witness this grand scene. Nollace, sitting on the side, was wearing a double-breasted dark blue military jacket. He looked tall and broad, and there were two St. Patrick’s Stars on his epaulets, one on each side, a full set of medals on his chest, and other complicated decorations.

We were becoming comfortable around each other, and the realization made my chest tighten with a strange warmth. The trumpets blew, signaling the start of the procession. The royal family began to move through the cheering crowd, with Draken walking at the center of the formation and me stepping in right beside him. Kael kept a watchful distance to our left, while Thorne paced behind us, his sharp eyes scanning the railings like a hawk.

It is a tradition that must be done by any new crowded Royal. I led Ivy down the stairs of the throne, and our subjects bowed as we walked through. The people look happy, and excited. Even though inside of me all of that will soon change, especially once I come face to face with my banished brother. The procession ended in five hours, and it was time to party, and celebrate. There was a lot of drinking, and dancing. But in the midst of all of that, my eyes lingered everywhere, searching for the one that has my heart.

We stopped in our tracks, as the people around us began to murmur, their attention drawn to an approaching procession. "What is that?" Clara whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Seems like a royal procession," I replied. I knew it was Marcus’s procession as Alpha king. He can enjoy the attention now, because by nightfall, he may not live through it. The procession moved closer, and I could see the banners bearing the crest of the royal family. “All hail Alpha King Marcus!” “Rest on Alpha Adonis and Queen Laurent!” The procession was nearing us and we could already see the other villagers taking their positions and bowing in honor and respect.

It was a moment of connection, as the princesses waved and the citizens offered their blessings, fostering a sense of shared purpose and hope for a brighter future. And so, the procession carried on, leaving behind a trail of hope and inspiration. The citizens of Tritania, touched by the presence of their leaders and the shared display of strength, continued to watch until the procession disappeared into the distance. Their hearts were filled with a renewed sense of unity and determination, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

The noble attendees wore expressions of envy towards Delia, the alphas from different packs displayed a submissive deference to Prince Kral's authority, while the elders' gaze betrayed a complexity that eluded easy interpretation. As the prince's most trusted man, I stood in a corner, one hand firmly resting on the hilt of my sword at my waist. For reasons unknown, I couldn't help but be particularly vigilant during today's ceremony. An enigmatic intuition whispered to me that the proceedings would not unfold as smoothly as anticipated. Under the guidance of Susanna, the orchestra commenced an enchanting melody. The nobles placed their goblets aside and patiently awaited the pivotal moment o

She opened the list Mac gave her and started to look for the ingredients written on it. After getting all the ingredients on the list, Elena and Forest went further into the market. They studied the way people went about preparing for the royal banquet, both commoners and nobles alike. The female nobles all had their faces covered with a veil and had a maid or two flanking at their sides. Some were rude, some were quiet, letting their maid do everything for them. The commoners looked at them in awe, their faces bright as if seeing goddesses. There were also some male nobles. Some of them, Elena suspected, were the female nobles' brothers, while others could be their betrothed, or they were j

the nobles proclaimed in unison, their voices echoing through the grand hall. Princess Ladia acknowledged the assembled nobles with a gracious nod, thanking them for attending on such short notice. With her arrival, the celebration officially commenced. Singers and musicians began to fill the hall with melodic tunes, as men and women adorned in traditional garb took to the dance floor. Chatter soon enveloped the chamber as the nobles seized the opportunity to mingle with the influential figures gathered. For some, this was their only chance to catch a glimpse of a marquis, let alone a duke.