She didn't consider herself a lovesick fool, though she had a slight fondness for this Gryphon of Avalon....and a little regret, but it hadn't risen to the level of jealousy towards his betrothed.
But deep inside, at this very moment, there was a sense of loss as if a part had been carved out.....making her feel a bit inexplicable.
This spontaneous sense of missing? Where did it come from....
As the best men, Azeryan, Lokhak, and Kovis were already standing neatly on one side of the altar behind Leon, witnessing.
On Olivia's side, as bridesmaids, were Treya, Elena, and her childhood friends from Selva.
Leading the maiden to the altar of matrimony, Leon saw everything was ready and nodded at the priest, signaling the beginning of the ceremony.
The priest officiating the wedding held the Holy Grail filled with the Holy Lake Water on the altar, first looking towards the groom.
"Leon Pendragon—
Do you vow?
Through light and darkness.
Through honor and disgrace.
