Meanwhile, the ceremony proceeded.
Liana and Gloria stood as bridesmaids just behind Queen Mylezra, with Lithia and Harny forming a second row of honor. Mylezra's hand rested lightly on Francesca's arm as they began their slow, graceful walk toward the altar where Garius stood waiting in front of the Elven High Priest.
Alf stood a respectful distance to the side, his posture perfect, watching over everything.
Gentle, flowing elven wedding music filled the air. Mylezra wore an elegant elven wedding gown, a delicate veil covering her face, yet her barely-contained joy was palpable with every step.
"Don't get too excited now, Mylezra," Francesca said softly, a warm smile in her voice.
"Mm… I know."
"Just a little longer. Hold it together for now."
"Mou! I know…" Mylezra whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion even as she maintained her regal pace toward the altar.
