Wedding Ceremony

“Please, this way!”

An official from the wedding organizers urged.

Following their guide, a garden blooming with colorful flowers came into view, centered around a fountain spraying cool water.

This beautifully decorated area of Kazar Palace was where Cesare Caruso and Zahir al-Tamid were to have their wedding ceremony.

Standing in front of the grand tent set up for the day, Cesare felt surprisingly calm, not because of a lack of nerves.

Nothing in his sight and no sound in his ears made an impression; they were nothing more than an indistinguishable blur of white noise to Cesare.

Only the sight of Zahir standing at the end of the aisle was clear to him.

Dressed in spotless traditional white garments, Zahir stood there, blushing.

He had argued for wearing a suit, claiming traditional attire was outdated, but royal tradition did not bend.

But even without a sophisticated suit, his beautiful face lost none of its charm.