Standing up to Adria

"All rise for the arrival of the king's nee bride, Marcus and his escort," the page announced to the guests. 

Everyone got to their feet and glanced at the door. Many had only heard rumors of the king's male bride, but today they were finally getting the chance to see him. 

The royal family had kept them wait for far too long. They had began to think that they would he kept waiting over night without a reason. But even with the royal family not around to attend to the guests, the guests didn't dare to leave the palace and return home. 

Dara held on to Marcus's hand as they walked into the room with their head held high. Marcus wore a bright blinding smile on his face, that did well to hide the fact that he had been crying. 

He took steady steps in to the room even though hid knees had no strength left in them. He was breaking apart on the inside but stood firm before Zayion.