Zamira's Wedding [part 2]

Right now, I am inside a large hall, the same hall where my ruined coronation took place. What's different compared to that day is that there are even way more people that attended today than the coronation. Furthermore, in the platform where the king and princesses are supposed to be seated, that's where a temporary large fancy room made out of collapsible materials is standing erect for the purpose of the union between me and Zamira.

Scanning my eyes through the hall, I spot old man Duke sitting on a well-spaced and decorated corner of the hall with Alphonso standing behind him with robotic prosthetic limb and arm, a stark reminder of the events leading to this union.