The wedding went smoothly after the ceremonial preparations.
Soft chimes echoed through the courtyard as the couple stepped into the center of the blessing circle—an ancient ring of softly glowing vines and radiant mana lines etched into the marble courtyard. The circle pulsed with warm green light, synchronized to the natural heartbeat of the Life Tree nearby.
The guests fell silent.
Standing proudly within the sacred ring, the bride and groom faced one another—Azariah, radiant beneath her moon-silk veil, and Edwyrd, finally composed yet visibly in awe.
Beside the circle, the elven high priest stepped forward. Robed in flowing emerald and silver, his antler-shaped headdress shimmered faintly with mana. Lifting his staff, he began the traditional vow in solemn Elvish, his voice deep and melodic:
Liana stood not far from her eldest sister, flanked by Qamara and Enania. Each of them held small ceremonial leaf-charms over their chests, heads slightly bowed in silent respect.
