บท 408: Wedding

Bells tolled and flowers fluttered as two figures stood by the door of the throne hall. The woman donning a beautiful white long dress barely moved from her spot. Holding a garland decorated with a variety of beautiful fresh flowers, they didn't feel just as beautiful as they appeared. For Aries, the bride, this garland was nothing but a rope that would tie her with the murderer of her family under the eyes of the law and God.

And yet, her countenance behind her veil didn't show disgust, hatred, or even the slightest defiance. She was calm and unmoved. The grandeur right before her with important noblemen making a beeline for either side as their guests didn't faze her. Even those two golden thrones adorned with real jewelries waiting to be sat on didn't elicit excitement or any emotion from her.