--- 3rd Person POV ---
--- 16th October 1904 ---
"Your wedding is tomorrow and here you are reading government reports? Are you out of your mind, Kuya Siagu?" Maharajkumari Mahati blatantly remarked as she stares at Yuvraj Siagu's figure seriously reading the piece of paper on his hand.
"This won't last long," Yuvraj Siagu assured.
It has been days since the announcement of Yuvraj Siagu's wedding with Princess Khao was announced to the public via television and radio along with the information of their wedding being televised to allow every Butuanon's to witnessed the event. And since then, preparations have been going on, especially in the capital and the Temple of Sooraj.
Roads have been closed and traffic been diverted to allow the main road to be used for tomorrow's event be cleaned and ready. Decorations of banners and flowers have also been placed and readied by people who is part of the organization. Even the Lobestar Tribune have sent their reporters to cover every part of the preparations.
Foreign delegates and royalties have also arrived one after another in Sooraj and have been welcomed by members of the imperial family and the ministers of the empire. Prince Yeong arrived in Sooraj along with his relatives to represent Korea despite being at war. Japan have also sent Prince Yoshihito with his wife, along with few family members to represent the Imperial house of Japan.
The German Empire have sent Prince Heinrich of Prussia along with few government ministers. While Austro-Hungary have sent Archduke Otto Franz Joseph Karl Ludwig Maria of Austria along with his few government officials. While Spain sent the aunt of the King Alfonso XIII; Infanta Eulalia, Duchess of Galliera and her husband to represent the Spanish crown on the wedding.
The attendance of high profiled individuals and ministers have made Sooraj a hotspot for tabloids and press to flock and gather some news. Particularly with the activities being made by the delegates from Siam, Korea, and Japan. News have even broken out about the visits made by Prince Heinrich of Prussia and Archduke Otto Franz of Austria to members of the Siamese, Korean, Japanese, Spanish, and Butuanon, government officials.
Some have even called this as a courting tactic made by Germany and Austria to sweeten their names to the noses of the alliance and Spain. But despite this news, no confirmation on what does the meeting is about were made, leaving the public to guess everything.
As the capital became more busier and livelier as the day of the wedding approaching, people have also flooded the capital in hopes of witnessing the wedding between Yuvraj Siagu and Princess Khao. Boosting the local businesses and tourism within the capital as the city became pack with people.
Those who are also unable to attend the event due to its distance have decided to flood the cities with television after hearing that the wedding will be televised by the Lobestar Tribune. This did not just make the people of the empire forgot the ongoing war within its borders but have also made people excited to witnessed an imperial wedding.
"Sigh," Maharajkumari Mahati blurted in boredom before picking the newspaper and reading it after seeing the headline, "Imperial Wedding of the Century: Yuvraj Siagu and Princess Khao Unite Two Great Houses," Mahati read aloud with mock enthusiasm. She glanced up at Siagu, who was still engrossed in his reports.
"Honestly, Kuya, everyone in the empire is buzzing about your wedding, and you're here reading budget allocations? Do you even know what's happening outside these walls?"
Siagu didn't look up, his pen moving steadily across the margin of the report. "I'm aware," he replied calmly. "The roads are being cleared, foreign dignitaries are arriving, and the capital is busier than it's been in decades. All thanks to this wedding, I suppose."
"You suppose?" Mahati echoed, folding the newspaper with a dramatic flair. "This isn't just any wedding. It's your wedding! The entire empire is celebrating, and you're treating it like another state affair."
Siagu finally set the paper down, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "It is a state affair, Mahati. This union is about more than just me and Khao—it's a symbol of unity and stability for the empire and the alliance. Especially now, when the world is watching us."
Mahati rolled her eyes but couldn't completely hide her smile. "You sound like a politician even on the eve of your wedding. Can't you just enjoy the moment, even a little?"
"I will," Siagu assured her. "Once I've finished these last few reports. It's important to stay on top of things, especially with so many foreign eyes on us. We can't afford any missteps."
Mahati shook her head in disbelief. "Well, at least let me remind you of one important thing." She leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Tomorrow, when Khao walks down that aisle, you'd better not have budget spreadsheets on your mind. If you do, she might just reconsider marrying you."
Siagu laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Point taken. I'll make sure my mind is on the wedding and nothing else."
"You'd better," Mahati teased, smoothing her skirt. "Sigh…"
"What is it?" Yuvraj Siagu stated after putting everything on the table and look at his younger sister.
"Nothing really…" Mahati commented, "It's just that, I cannot believe that you will be tying the knot with Khao tomorrow. It was as if yesterday that she was introduced to the both of us during the founding anniversary of the empire."
Siagu smiled warmly at Mahati's words, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. "Time does have a way of slipping past us, doesn't it? I still remember that day vividly. She was so poised, yet so hateful towards westerners. Hahaha blaming them on the problems within our respective nations. Who would have thought that she will turn into a fine lady and loved by our people."
Mahati chuckled softly as she covers her mouth with her fan; her gaze distant as she recalled the memory. "And yet, I remember how awkward you were that day. Ate Kaahini have even scolded you for being too cold and intimidating to Khao. Hahaha"
"I was nervous, alright?" Siagu admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as if to brush away the memory. "Meeting someone like Khao—headstrong, outspoken, and not afraid to voice her opinions—was intimidating. I wasn't sure how to handle her."
Mahati raised an eyebrow, her fan snapping shut with a flourish. "Oh, please, Kuya. You're the Yuvraj of Butuan. You've faced down ministers, generals, and foreign dignitaries without breaking a sweat. But one sharp-tongued princess was enough to rattle you?"
Siagu laughed, his eyes twinkling. "You underestimate her. Khao wasn't just any sharp-tongued princess; she was a force to be reckoned with. Still is. I've learned to appreciate her strength over the years. It's one of the reasons why I know this marriage will work."
Mahati sighed again, this time with a wistful smile. "It's strange, though. Seeing you, my ever-serious and duty-bound brother, preparing for something so personal. I mean, marriage? It feels… humanizing, in a way."
Siagu smirked. "Careful, Mahati. You almost sound like you're complimenting me."
"I'll deny it if anyone asks," she replied quickly, though her smile betrayed her teasing. "But on a serious note, I'm proud of you, Kuya."
"Thank you, Mahati… You and our family have always been on myside on this matter." Her words softened Siagu's expression, and he reached out to pat her hand gently, "Soon, it will be yours and Yeong's wedding to happen."
A thought of his younger sister marrying to the house of Yi in Korea once again flashed to Yuvraj Siagu's mind. His capable sister baring the future of Korea on her womb, and the future monarch of Korea with a Butuanon blood, these made Yuvraj Siagu excited and hopeful for his sister's future marriage. Especially with Yeong whom have fully been under his grasp after years of spending time together.
Mahati let out a surprised laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly at the mention of her and Prince Yeong. "Oh, please, Kuya. Let's focus on your wedding first. Besides," she added with a smirk, "I don't think anyone can top the spectacle you and Khao are putting on."
Which is with truth as the amount of money the Ministry of Imperial Palace have poured on the wedding alone would be enough to feed thousands of families for a year. Decoration from the roads to the foods to be distributed to the poor, and not to mention the parties that follows after the union, all are being paid by the Ministry of Imperial Palace.
But what can he really do? His wedding is a state event and shall be funded by the Ministry of Imperial Palace, who supervises all expenses of the imperial family. Yuvraj Siagu have no say on the matter on how much they must spend on the occasion. Even the releasing of float this evening at the Agusan River by him is also not under his control.
"Perhaps not," Siagu admitted with a chuckle. "But I have no doubt your wedding will be just as meaningful—if not more so—for you and the empire."
Mahati looked down at her hands, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing her face. "Do you think… I'll do well? Representing Butuan in a new kingdom, carrying the responsibilities of being his wife?"
"You'll do brilliantly," Siagu said without hesitation. "You're strong, intelligent, and compassionate. Yeong is fortunate to have you by his side, and I know you'll bring honor to both our family and Butuan. Besides, it would be laughable if you cannot do better in Korea."
Mahati smiled softly, her teasing demeanor giving way to genuine gratitude. "Coming from you, that means a lot. I suppose you're right. If you can manage all this," she gestured to the reports and the whirlwind of preparations outside, "then maybe I can handle my part too."
Siagu nodded, his voice steady. "You've always been capable, Mahati. Never doubt that."
For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the bond between siblings palpable. Then Mahati, always quick to lighten the mood, broke the quiet with a playful grin. "Well, if I'm so capable, maybe I should finish these reports for you while you go and get some rest."
Siagu raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Nice try. You'd probably add commentary in the margins about how dull they are."
"True," Mahati said, laughing as she stood and proceeded to stare at the hanging wedding sonmin of Yuvraj Siagu, "Tonight, you and Khao will be releasing your own float at the river following the tradition of our family and our nation. The only moment where the both of you were allowed to meet each other for the past 4 days."
Siagu's gaze followed Mahati's to the hanging sonmin, its pristine white fabric symbolizing purity, unity, and the solemnity of the occasion. The veil, delicately embroidered with intricate gold patterns, shimmered faintly in the soft light of the room. It was a sight that momentarily pulled him away from his responsibilities and reminded him of the significance of the traditions surrounding his marriage.
"The float ceremony," Siagu said thoughtfully, "it's not just tradition—it's a moment to reflect, isn't it? On what lies ahead, on the responsibilities we're taking on."
Mahati nodded, her expression turning serene. "Exactly. It's a way to honor the river, the gods, and the path you're about to walk together. It's one of the traditions I've always admired. It's peaceful, yet profound."
"And nerve-wracking," Siagu admitted with a soft chuckle. "Not the ceremony itself, but everything it represents. My life will change after tonight—not just because of Khao, but because of what this marriage means for Butuan and our future."
Mahati's playful grin returned. "Just don't trip on your way to the river, Kuya. That would be a sight for the ages."
Siagu laughed, shaking his head. "I'll try my best to keep my footing. Now, go and make sure everything is ready. I'll join you shortly."
As Mahati left the room, Siagu approached the sonmin, running a hand over the smooth fabric. The ceremonial attire felt both heavy and light—heavy with tradition and expectations, but light with the promise of a future shared with someone who understood him. He exhaled deeply, preparing himself for the journey ahead, starting with the float ceremony that night.
When the night finally arrived, the mighty Agusan River transformed into a living mirror, reflecting the silvery glow of the moon and the soft light of countless lanterns strung along its banks. A profound silence enveloped the area as if the river itself held its breath in anticipation. Thousands had gathered—young and old, nobles and commoners—all united in awe and reverence for this momentous occasion. The air thrummed with quiet excitement, broken only by the gentle rustle of silk and whispers of prayer.
Siagu appeared at the river's edge, dressed in layers upon layers of sonmin—pure white silk embroidered with golden threads, each symbol telling a story of his lineage and the empire's enduring strength. The fabric covered most of his form, while a long, regal train flowed behind him, like a river of light. His float, cradled in his hands, was a masterpiece of artistry and symbolism. Adorned with vivid orchids and delicate lotus flowers, it represented purity, beauty, and the hope for a harmonious future for his family.
The soft murmur of the crowd stilled as he began to move, each step deliberate, each motion echoing the solemnity of the moment. Beside him, Princess Abbhantripaja mirrored his grace, her own float a delicate array of jasmine and marigolds, representing devotion and resilience. The music made by the bamboo musical instruments further gave the occasion a sense of ethereality, steeps to its ancient tradition and practices. Each step made by Yuvraj Siagu and Princess Abbhantripaja also signals each strum of music to be made.
As Siagu stepped onto the ceremonial path, time seemed to slow. The rhythmic strumming of bamboo zithers and the haunting hum of flutes wove a tapestry of sound, a melody as ancient as the Agusan River itself. The air carried the scent of incense and blooming flowers, blending seamlessly with the cool, earthy aroma of the water. Every element seemed in perfect harmony, as if nature and tradition had conspired to craft a moment beyond the ordinary.
The crowd's collective gaze followed Siagu and Princess Abbhantripaja, their movements like poetry in motion. The sonmin he wore shimmered under the lantern light, each golden thread catching the flicker of the flames, creating the illusion of stars adorning his form. Beside him, the princess's gown—a soft gradient of lavender and gold—seemed to ripple like dawn breaking over still waters. Their union in purpose, though silent, resonated deeply with all who watched.
When they reached the water's edge, the moment arrived. Siagu knelt with practiced grace, lowering his float gently onto the river's surface. The orchids and lotuses seemed to glow in the moonlight, the petals untouched by the ripples as if the river itself honored their symbolism. Beside him, the princess released her own float, the jasmine and marigolds joining the floral procession. Together, the two offerings drifted toward the horizon, a delicate prayer carried on the current.
Then came the crescendo—a chorus of voices rising in song. The hymn, sung in the ancient language, spoke of unity, renewal, and hope. The crowd collectively exhaled, their breaths forming a gentle breeze that seemed to propel the float forward. As it drifted into the current, more floats followed, released by members of the imperial family and representatives of the provinces. Each float bore its unique symbols, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and meaning that painted the Agusan River with life and promise.
Above them, the sky was ablaze with stars, as if the heavens themselves were bearing witness to this sacred ceremony. Fireflies gathered among the reeds, their soft glow blending with the lanterns on the water. From the shadows of the trees, doves were released, their white wings catching the moonlight as they ascended.
The ritual concluded with a single, resonant note from a bamboo gong, its sound lingering in the air like the echo of history. As the event ended, two palanquins arrived and boarded Yuvraj Siagu and Princess Abbhantripaja. Both were escorted back to the Imperial City while being escorted by their respective guards and courtiers. Members of the Imperial family that attended the event have also departed the location boarding their own kalesa or palanquin.
While foreign dignitaries that decided to witnessed the spectacle decided to leave after the ritual came on its conclusion. Some have decided to join the other delegates riding their own kalesa while others decided to take some time and stroll the area heading to their quarters in the Imperial city.
In particular, Archduke Otto Franz decided to ride the kalesa alongside Prince Heinrich of Prussia. Both men had keenly observed the evening's events, their expressions reflecting a mixture of admiration and contemplation as the kalesa rattled softly along the lantern-lit streets.
Archduke Otto Franz, the embodiment of Habsburg tradition and pragmatism, adjusted his posture, his sharp blue eyes scanning the passing scenery. "It is a curious thing," he began, his voice carrying a thoughtful gravity. "An empire so deeply rooted in its past yet so forward-looking in its aspirations. Butuan possesses a balance that even we, in Vienna, have struggled to achieve."
Prince Heinrich, composed and embodying the Hohenzollern aura, leaned back, allowing a small smirk to curl his lips. "Indeed, Archduke. It is a display, both charming and deliberate. This ritual is not merely for their people—it's a message to the world. A declaration of cultural power. They are saying, 'We are here, we endure, and we thrive.'"
Otto Franz nodded slowly, his fingers brushing the hilt of his ceremonial saber, an unconscious gesture of habit. "And it is effective. The symbolism of the float ceremony, the harmony of their music and chants—it speaks of unity, strength, and a certain... sophistication that I daresay rivals our court in Schönbrunn. But what intrigues me most is the young Yuvraj himself."
Prince Heinrich chuckled, his demeanor lighter but no less insightful. "Ah, the young leader who commands such reverence. He has a presence, doesn't he? A blend of gravitas and vision. You can tell he's not content with merely maintaining the status quo."
Otto Franz turned his gaze toward his companion. "He is ambitious, yes. But ambition, unchecked, can be dangerous. Still, one cannot ignore the potential of an alliance. The empire of Butuan has proven its worth and capabilities after introducing aeroplanes to this world and defeating the Japanese a few years ago, not to mention its ability to create a unified alliance with the Siamese, Koreans, and the Japanese themselves. This is no small feat. In a world dominated by the great powers, Butuan's strategic acumen is unmatched. Reigning as the sole powerhouse in this part of the world."
Heinrich's brow furrowed slightly, a rare moment of seriousness overtaking his typically jovial demeanor. "That is indeed impressive. Butuan's reach stretches far beyond what most would have expected from a nation of such relatively recent reemergence on the global stage after being defeated by the British and the French.
Their aviation innovation alone has brought fear to the entire world and prompted an arms raise. I've heard rumors that their relationship with Britain have been going downhill as the British views this as a challenge on their dominance."
Otto Franz's gaze grew more calculating, his sharp mind already considering the implications of Heinrich's words. "Yes, it seems the British are rattled by Butuan's progress. The development of their aeroplanes was not just an achievement in technology but a demonstration of sheer willpower and ingenuity. It's no secret that their recent victories have disrupted the old order."
The Prussian prince leaned forward; his expression suddenly serious. "And we would do well to ensure we're on the right side of that shift. Germany and Austria-Hungary cannot afford to overlook Butuan's strategic importance. Their wealth, their culture, and their leadership—it is all remarkably... compelling."
The Archduke raised an eyebrow, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I see you are as much a diplomat as a soldier, Heinrich. You're right. Our nations must court Butuan carefully, showing respect without appearing desperate. The Yuvraj strikes me as a man who values integrity and foresight. Any clumsy maneuvering on our part would be disastrous."
The kalesa turned onto a quieter street, the glow of the lanterns fading as the Imperial City came into view. Otto Franz leaned back; his expression pensive. "We will observe, learn, and adapt. Butuan's future could very well intertwine with ours. And when that time comes, we must ensure the bond is forged on terms that benefit all."
Heinrich nodded; his gaze fixed on the skyline of the Imperial City. "A delicate dance, then. But one worth mastering. A water dragon in the east... huh. Such a fancy name for a sprouting Yuvraj."