Day 39-7 Frost
DAY 39-7: FROST
"Aren't you going to the ceremony, Your Majesty?"
The Queen of Hearts stares out into the view of Straeh. The glistening sheens of white frost that conceal all; even the citizens chanting and whooping by the palace gates. "I will join soon, Jack Mavix," she purrs.
Disregarding his presence by the doors, Estelle tugs the item she caresses to her chest, her lips curled back wide. The skull is hollow, and battered, but she strokes it gently, lovingly, as she brings it to her cheek.
"The day has finally come," she whispers, tenderly, as if wishing none but sweet nothings. "Our nation will come to realize true love once and for all. You were too naive to see it entirely, that's why I had to take over. But I did it all for you, Aren. Everything I did was for you."
The clock strikes one.
Bells chime in the distance. Cheers resound from the citizens crowding the palace, alongside the plentiful nobles and other aristocratic guests that fill the hall. Soft, serenading music pools from the musical instruments the musicians utilize for the occurrence.
The 5 Holy Sorcerers and other top officials line the backs of the room. Smirking figures concealed behind cloaks sit perched on beams of the tall cathedral.
It's finally here. A moment that's been anticipated for years.
Avel, dressed in a blinding white, stands in the blindsight of his people, servants by his side.
Elsewhere, Valentina locks her fingers at the forefront of her silky dress, turquoise eyes forward.
A shout from below echoes accordingly.
"Let the wedding begin!"
And it does.
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