Side Story

--- 3rd Person POV ---

--- 17th October 1904 ---

The capital city of Sooraj was brimming with anticipation. The golden hues of dawn had yet to pierce the sky, but the Imperial House of Shaja was already alive with activity, a testament to the gravity of the day. Today marked the union of Yuvraj Siagu Alexie Shaja of Butuan, the empire's future ruler, and Princess Abbhantripaja Chakri of Siam.

Every corner of the imperial compound hummed with a purpose. Courtiers darted about, their movements precise and efficient, each one deeply aware of the significance of their tasks. In the kitchens, the scent of spices and freshly baked bread wafted through the air as chefs prepared an opulent breakfast for the imperial family and their esteemed guests. Seamstresses, tailors, and valets worked in synchrony, ensuring that every garment was immaculate. Apprentice courtiers followed their mentors with wide-eyed focus, desperate not to falter under the weight of the day's expectations.

Amid the flurry of preparation, one figure stood out: Head Eunuch Saanvi. His presence was both commanding and reassuring, a constant amidst the chaos. Saanvi had been awake since well before dawn, tirelessly overseeing every detail of the day's preparations. His sharp eye missed nothing—every flower arrangement, every meticulously polished tile, and every morsel of food had to meet his exacting standards. Despite months of planning and rehearsals, he knew that perfection was a moving target, and he pursued it relentlessly.

A young courtier approached; his footsteps hesitant yet urgent. Bowing deeply, he spoke, "Head Eunuch, the carriage is ready and waiting to carry you for your inspection of the roads leading to the Temple."

Saanvi turned to him, his expression a blend of weariness and authority. "Very well," he replied, his voice crisp. "Inform the Senior Court Eunuchs and Ladies that upon my return at 5 a.m., we shall proceed to inspect the winery in the northern part of the city. Everything must adhere to the highest standard—no exceptions."

The young courtier nodded, bowing once more before retreating to relay the instructions. Saanvi adjusted his ceremonial robe, his mind racing with the endless checklist he had mentally compiled. A single oversight could tarnish the imperial family's reputation, a prospect he was unwilling to entertain.

Upon departure from the Imperial City and headed outside the city proper while boarding the carriage. Head Eunuch Saanvi glances outside the carriage window to witnessed the happenings on the road to be used later for the procession. Seeing the banners, flowers, and other decorations being placed and retouched by the courtiers assigned on the task and some volunteers, satisfaction ooze out from Saanvi's face.

Barricades were also in placed on the road to avoid having the public hindering the procession with their wanting to see the Yuvraj and soon-to-be wife. Markers for police presence were also been placed along with the stationed to be manned by some Imperial Household Guards.

"Having 300 Imperial police and Imperial household guards stationed on the road should suffice to ensure the safety of the procession later. The last thing that we want would be a civilian running wantonly just to be in the presence of the imperial family." Saanvi murmurs with concern fearing for the safety of his masters.

Head Eunuch Saanvi's worry stems to the fact that basing on the information he is holding right now, a total of 50 to 100 thousand individuals has and are expected to enter the capital due to wanting to attend the wedding ceremony, this added to the inhabitants of the capital of 6.6 million Butuanons.

Although people have not yet gathered and flooded the area to reserved their place for today's wedding, but Saanvi can already see some people arriving despite the events be starting by 9 in the morning. Few people have also set-up their respective camps on the road not wanting to be replaced on their chosen spot. The road heading to the temple only took Saanvi 15 minutes as the carriage galops the clear road without obstruction.

But despite it being short, Head Eunuch Saanvi still manages to take a good look on the happenings made on the road to be used later. With it being closed temporarily to avoid causing chaos later, everything was almost ready.

Head Eunuch Saanvi stepped down from the carriage with practiced grace as it halted at the final checkpoint on the route to the temple. His sharp eyes scanned the bustling scene before him. Workers hurriedly adjusted the placement of intricate floral garlands, artisans put the final touches on vibrant murals depicting imperial and Siamese symbols, and guards stood at attention, their polished armor glinting under the faint light of the lanterns still aglow in the pre-dawn darkness.

He strode forward, his posture commanding respect from everyone he passed. Saanvi approached a cluster of senior courtiers who had gathered near the temple gates, their heads bent over a large map of the grounds. They straightened immediately upon seeing him, offering deep bows.

"How goes the final preparations at the temple?" Saanvi asked, his tone firm but not unkind.

"The entire temple's compound has been decorated and cleaned already as per the Archbishop of Sooraj's instructions," one of the courtiers reported. "The ceremonial stage is complete, and the seating arrangements for the guests have been finalized. We expect to finish securing the outer grounds within the hour."

"And the procession's resting stations?" Saanvi inquired.

"Ready and stocked with refreshments for the royal entourage," another courtier chimed in. "We have also stationed additional attendants to assist any guests who may require aid."

Saanvi nodded, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. "Good. Continue with your tasks, and ensure that nothing is left to chance. I will inspect the inside of the temple before returning to the Imperial City."

As the courtiers dispersed, Saanvi made his way toward the temple's grand hall. The path was lined with intricately carved pillars, each one adorned with fresh flowers and delicate gold filigree. The hall itself was a masterpiece of architecture, its towering domes and intricate mosaics a testament to the empire's wealth and artistry.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of incense. Priests moved silently, their robes whispering against the marble floors as they prepared for the sacred rites that would bind Yuvraj Siagu and Princess Abbhantripaja in matrimony. Saanvi approached the Prioress, who was overseeing the arrangement of the ceremonial altar.

"Your Grace," Saanvi greeted, bowing deeply. "I trust all is in order for the ceremony?"

The Prioress, a woman of serene authority, inclined her head. "Indeed, Head Eunuch. Decorations have been placed and the arrangement for later event have also been placed. We are prepared already as of the moment, but we are waiting for the arrival of the other Archbishops and Abbesses here in Sooraj as they are going to take part on this ceremony."

Head Eunuch Saanvi nodded in recognition and understanding as the Archbishops and Abbesses have always been part in the ceremony of union between members of the main branch of the Imperial family ever since the establishment of the temple. With 10 Archbishops and another 10 Abbesses consisted the Grand Council of Palawan.

The Grand Council of Palawan's presence symbolized the spiritual unity and sanctity of the occasion, an unbroken tradition that underscored the empire's reverence for its faith and customs. Saanvi's thoughts lingered briefly on the historical weight of this union. Not just a marriage, it was an alliance that would bind Butuan and Siam, two great nations, in friendship and mutual prosperity.

Turning his attention back to the Prioress, Saanvi spoke with a measured tone. "Ensure their Eminences are received with the utmost respect and dignity. Their arrival must be seamless, and their accommodations impeccable."

The Prioress gave a solemn nod. "Rest assured, Head Eunuch. Every detail has been attended to. Their Eminences will be greeted at the temple gates and escorted to their chambers, where refreshments await."

Satisfied, Saanvi turned on his heel, his ceremonial robes swishing softly against the marble. As he exited the temple and boarded the carriage to head back to the Imperial City, the sky had begun to shift, the dark canvas of night yielding to the pale hues of dawn. The golden light of the rising sun would soon illuminate the grand procession route, casting a celestial blessing over the day's events.

Back at the Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was equally charged with anticipation. As the first rays of sunlight began to creep over the horizon, a golden glow spread across the grand halls and chambers of the Imperial House of Shaja. The palace, already alive with activity, became a delicate balance of order and quiet urgency.

Respective courtiers assigned to each member of the imperial family moved with practiced precision. Entering the chambers of their masters, they moved quietly but purposefully, their aim to gently rouse the imperial household from their slumber and escort them to breakfast. Each action was performed with utmost care, from drawing back the heavy curtains to let in the soft morning light to offering warm, respectful greetings.

In the chamber of Yuvraj Siagu, his senior eunuch Radhesh knelt slightly as he approached the young prince's bedside. "Your Imperial Highness," he said softly, "the morning of this most auspicious day has arrived. The palace awaits your presence."

Yuvraj Siagu stirred, opening his eyes to the golden light filtering through the room. He sat up, his expression calm but tinged with the excitement of the day. He nodded, signaling that he was ready to begin the preparations ahead.

In Maharani Alice's chambers, her attendants worked with quiet efficiency, helping the Maharani rise and prepare for the day. Despite the weight of her responsibilities, her maternal warmth radiated as she inquired about the well-being of her youngest children, who were being cared for in a nearby suite.

The same situation unfolded at Maharaja Siagu XV's chamber, his attendants assigned to substitute Head Eunuch Saanvi work quiet efficiently, helping Maharaja Siagu XV rise and prepare for the day. Despite still suffering from night's pain due to his illness, Maharaja Siagu still manages to show a dignified look to his courtiers, not wanting to appear weak and fragile.

Meanwhile, in the palace kitchens, a symphony of activity unfolded. Palace cooks moved swiftly but with careful attention to detail, preparing an opulent breakfast fit for the imperial family and their distinguished guests. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the aroma of saffron, cardamom, and other exotic spices. Silver platters bore an array of delicacies: golden pastries, tropical fruits arranged in intricate patterns, steaming bowls of porridge infused with honey and nuts, and freshly brewed tea served in porcelain cups.

The head chef, a figure of unyielding authority, surveyed the bustling kitchen with a critical eye, his presence commanding respect from everyone in the room. "The eggs must be soft but not runny," he repeated firmly, his voice carrying above the clatter of utensils and the crackling of fire. "The rice must be perfectly cooked, every grain tender and fragrant with the aromatics. And the Butuan Sambar—ensure it is tender, flavorful, and precisely seasoned before placing it on the fire for the final cooking. There can be no compromise today."

Following his words, the kitchen staff sprang into action with heightened focus. Countless cooks, sous-chefs, and apprentices moved in a choreographed dance of precision and efficiency. Fires roared to life, sending plumes of aromatic smoke into the air, while pots and pans clanged as the team worked in perfect harmony. The grandeur of the task was evident: preparing a sumptuous meal for over 60 members of the Imperial family gathered within the compound, each dish an expression of culinary excellence and imperial tradition.

On one counter, fruits from across the empire were being artfully arranged, their vibrant colors reflecting the diverse regions of Butuan. On another, golden breads and pastries were being brushed with honey, their rich scent mingling with the aroma of bubbling curries and roasting spices. Large vats of spiced broth simmered steadily, their complex flavors building as they cooked.

At the northern part of the Imperial City, Head Eunuch Saanvi arrived at the renowned winery that supplied the Imperial family. The grand estate was a hive of activity, its staff mobilized in preparation for the day's grand celebrations. Senior Eunuchs and Court Ladies, accompanied by a team of courtiers, stood at attention to welcome him, their bows deep and respectful.

"Welcome, Head Eunuch Saanvi," said the lead courtier, his voice steady despite the evident pressure of the day. "The wines have been prepared as per the palace's instructions. We've ensured that every barrel has been double-checked for quality."

Saanvi stepped down from his carriage with his usual composure, his discerning eyes sweeping over the assembled group. "Good," he replied, his tone sharp yet composed. "I trust the wines meet the exacting standards of the Imperial House."

"That is to be expected, Head Eunuch," the lead courtier stated while wiping his sweat, "If you may." He stated as he gestures for Head Eunuch Saanvi and the others to follow him as they make their tour to the winery of the Imperial family.

The estate, covering an expansive 2,836.47 square meters, was a masterpiece of organization and tradition. Rows upon rows of massive earthen jars filled the space, each one brimming with wines of various types. There were classic red and white wines crafted from grapes, using methods passed down from Spanish winemakers, as well as more local varieties made from coconut sap and rice—both unique to the region and highly prized by the Imperial family.

The air was thick with the mingling scent of fermenting wine and the earthy aroma of the cellar. Despite the vast number of barrels, the space was meticulously organized, the jars carefully labeled with their type, year, and origin. Each barrel was surrounded by courtiers whose sole task was to monitor the fermentation process, ensuring the wines aged to perfection.

Saanvi's eyes gleamed with approval. The cleanliness of the winery was impeccable, with the floors freshly scrubbed, the shelves dusted, and the surrounding air free of any excess moisture or mildew—conditions that could ruin the prized wines. The courtiers, though few in number, maintained a level of professionalism that matched the exacting standards Saanvi had come to expect from any operation under his watch.

He turned to the lead courtier, nodding once, his face softening just slightly. "Excellent work. The winery appears to be in perfect order. The wines are crucial for today's events, and we cannot afford any missteps."

"Of course, Head Eunuch," the lead courtier responded, clearly relieved at the praise. "Everything has been done to ensure that every drop meets the high standards of the Imperial family."

The tour continued, with Saanvi examining each section of the winery in meticulous detail. The wines made from coconut sap had a delicate, almost floral aroma, while the rice wines—an unusual and highly coveted creation—exuded a smooth and subtle fragrance. Both varieties were meant to accompany the feast that would follow the wedding ceremony, providing guests with a taste of the Empire's unique offerings.

After a thorough inspection, Saanvi stopped in front of the largest set of barrels, those containing the finest vintage—an exclusive reserve, centuries old, known only to the Imperial family. These wines would be served to the most esteemed guests, and their quality had to be flawless.

"Ensure that these are treated with the utmost care. They must be served only at the proper time, and under no circumstance should any of the wine be served prematurely," Saanvi instructed firmly, his gaze hardening slightly. "This is not only a matter of taste but of tradition."

The lead courtier bowed deeply once more. "We will follow your instructions to the letter, Head Eunuch."

With the inspection complete, Saanvi gave one last look over the estate, satisfied with the high standard maintained throughout the winery. "Very well," he said, his voice calm but filled with authority. "You have done well. Now, ensure the wines are prepared for transport to the temple and the palace without delay. We will not tolerate any delays on this day."

As Saanvi made his way back to his carriage, the sound of the workers continuing their duties faded into the background. The winery was now fully prepared for the grand celebration ahead, its contents ready to contribute to the grand union of Yuvraj Siagu and Princess Abbhantripaja.

Few hours before the start of the ceremony, Senior Court Lady Mei Ying and Senior Court Lady Puteri Azura along with several court ladies were busy dressing Yuvraj Siagu and assisting him on his attire to be worn during the ceremony and procession. With layers upon layers of fabric placed on his body, an awkward smile exited Yuvraj Siagu's face while staring at his reflection at the mirror.

This made the young courtiers giggles in amusement as they all see their master made joking expression, further encouraging Yuvraj Siagu to repeat the action. But before he can further make the courtiers laugh, Maharani Alice enters the room and reprimanded Yuvraj Siagu for doing unnecessary movement, which in turn made Maharajkumari Mahati and Anaya to laugh at their eldest situation before leaving.

Senior Court Lady Mei Ying and Senior Court Lady Putri Azura on the other hand were busy placing the remaining garments on Yuvraj Siagu. Having put the golden earrings and bracelets on Yuvraj Siagu, a veil of white decorated with patterns embroidered using golden threads was then carried by a young eunuch.

Yuvraj Siagu having stared at the veil carried by the young eunuch, Yuvraj Saigu cannot help it but contemplate on his situation as few hours form now will he be officially be taken and become a married man with a task on producing an heir to the throne. It might be a harsh future for others but for Yuvraj Siagu who grew up within the confines of the Imperial household and was trained since he was born, producing an heir is nothing but just the beginning.

"The veil symbolizes the purity of the groom before his marriage," whispered one young eunuch to another. "It's said to shield him from the eyes of others, allowing only the Lord to witness his union with his bride."

"I also heard that those who wear the veil during their marriage are blessed by the Lord and gifted with a prosperous union, often with many children," added another eunuch, giggling softly at the thought.

Siagu overheard their whispers and smiled faintly, their words breaking through his solemn musings. Though he remained stoic outwardly, their lighthearted banter brought him a moment of amusement. Gently, he took the veil from the eunuch and placed it over his head. The fabric cascaded gracefully, covering him from head to torso, lending an air of mystique and solemnity to his figure.

As the layers of sonmin—the traditional ceremonial robes—piled upon his body, Siagu began to feel the weight, not just of the garments but of the significance of the day. The five thick layers, each symbolizing virtues such as wisdom, courage, faith, and prosperity, clung heavily to his frame. Despite the discomfort, he maintained his composure, though beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

Noticing his struggle, Senior Court Lady Mei Ying and Senior Court Lady Putri Azura immediately stepped forward. With practiced grace, they guided the young Yuvraj to a low, cushioned seat, ensuring his movements were steady and that the delicate layers of his attire remained flawless. Mei Ying adjusted the veil slightly, ensuring it fell perfectly while Putri Azura straightened the ornate hem of his outer robe.

"Breathe deeply, Your Highness," Mei Ying said softly, her voice calm and reassuring. "Today is a momentous day, and you must look your best not just for the ceremony but for the history that will remember this moment."

Siagu nodded, appreciating her words and the quiet strength they imparted. Seated and momentarily at rest, he glanced around the room. The chamber buzzed with activity as attendants prepared the final touches for his ceremonial departure. Yet, in this flurry of motion, there was also a sense of reverence—a recognition of the monumental event about to unfold.

Princess Abbhantripaja, affectionately called Khao by her soon-to-be family, sat gracefully before her future relatives, her poise exuding both elegance and a hint of nervous anticipation. Maharani Alice, regal in her demeanor yet warm in her approach, stood closest to the bride, holding the veil that would symbolize Khao's transition into the Imperial family. Beside her, Rajkumari Maria, Maha Samrati of Cebu, and Maharajkumari Haimi, Samrati of Siargao, watched with welcoming smiles, their presence a testament to the familial bonds that awaited Khao.

As Maharani Alice gently placed the veil over Khao's carefully styled hair, her tone was both maternal and instructive. "Smile proudly, Khao," she said, her voice carrying the weight of wisdom and affection. "No woman in this family is weak or frail. As someone soon to join this family, your first lesson is to be dignified in standing."

Khao's expression softened at the words, her delicate features glowing with gratitude and determination. Her efforts to embrace Butuanon culture, from learning the intricacies of the language to adopting the Aylashan faith, had not gone unnoticed. These choices, borne of respect and love for Yuvraj Siagu, had earned her the admiration of the courtiers and the acceptance of the Imperial family.

Behind the ladies of the Imperial House, the gathered courtiers observed with subtle smiles, their expressions reflecting approval and quiet admiration. The scene before them was not just a personal moment but a historical one, symbolizing the union of two great nations. The Princess's decision to adopt the Aylashan faith had especially resonated with them, as it demonstrated her commitment to fully embracing her new role within the empire.

It didn't take long before drums and traditional musical instruments and chants enters the ears of Yuvraj Siagu, signaling the eminent start of the procession towards the temple. And just like that, Senior Eunuch Radhesh and the others entered the room and assisted Yuvraj Siagu towards his palanquin with complete carefulness.