The grand cathedral of the capital stood as a monument to the Empire's enduring power, its spires piercing the cloudless sky like divine spears. Today, it was adorned in splendor beyond imagination—cascades of white roses and golden lilies draped from every arch, crystal chandeliers casting prismatic light across the marble floors.
Nobles from every corner of the realm filled the pews, their silks and jewels whispering as they shifted, eyes wide with anticipation.
This was the day the Empire had been whispering about for weeks: the wedding of Lady Flora Leonidus, only daughter of Viscount Leonidus, to the rising star among knights—Sir Aiden, the enigmatic warrior whose feats on the battlefield and uncanny charisma had elevated him to near-legendary status. Whispers of his half-demon heritage only added to his allure, a forbidden edge that made hearts race.
