The Wedding (3)

Having left his wife to be with her family, King Nikolai couldn't help but nod in approval at the sheer extravagance that his friend was putting up for his wedding. It was comparable to his own wedding with Mineah, but with a certain Cordonian twist to it that his fellow king was sure to add to make sure that his realm was thoroughly represented. 

Of course, that didn't mean that the entire great hall was bereft of the bride's Ebodian roots, what with her kingdom's banner and insignia also flying alongside the Cordonian standard as they signified the solidifying alliance between the two.

"You sure don't hold back when you want to, my friend…"

Shaking his head, Nikolai took his seat right near the front, his eyes landing on his anxious friend as they waited for the doors to open. He couldn't help but smirk at seeing Darius being nervous.