chapter 6: preparations of wedding in the kingdom

The kingdom of Eldoria was alive with celebration. Streets were lined with banners, golden and white flowers decorated the roads, and citizens were busy with wedding preparations. Laughter and chatter filled the air as people expressed their excitement for the grand wedding of their beloved healer, Amara, and the warrior prince, Kek. The castle itself was adorned with exquisite decorations—silken drapes embroidered with gold, shimmering chandeliers, and rows of tables set for the upcoming feast.

It had been nearly two years since Kek and his family arrived in Eldoria, and in that time, they had become deeply intertwined with the royal family. Amara and Kek's love had blossomed over the years, and now, their union was set to be celebrated in a grand ceremony that would be remembered for generations.

Inside the royal palace, Amara sat in her chamber, dressed in a flowing white gown with golden embroidery. Her long silver hair was elegantly braided, and a soft blush colored her cheeks as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Seated beside her was her elder sister, Queen Seraphina, who observed her with a knowing smile.

Seraphina sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "I must admit, Amara, I didn't expect you to get married so soon. This truly surprises me."

Amara turned to her sister, raising an eyebrow. "And why would you think that?"

Seraphina smirked. "You never seemed like the type to fall in love. You were always so dedicated to your healing duties, as if nothing else mattered. But I suppose people do change when they find the right person."

Amara's face turned a deeper shade of red as she glanced away, flustered. "I-It's not like I planned this. It just… happened."

Seraphina chuckled. "Look who's talking. And yet, you still had the audacity to tease me about my own feelings."

Amara's lips curled into a sly smile. "Speaking of that, dear sister… you also like Primorath, don't you? And don't even think about lying to me."

Seraphina's eyes widened in shock. "W-What?! How did you know?"

Amara giggled, enjoying her sister's rare moment of fluster. "I'm your sister, of course I can tell. You may act all composed, but I've seen the way you look at him."

Seraphina sighed, leaning back. "I suppose there's no point in denying it… but it's complicated."

Amara tilted her head. "Is it really? If you like him, you should tell him."

Seraphina looked out the window, deep in thought.

Their conversation continued, filled with teasing, laughter, and sisterly affection.

Meanwhile, in another chamber of the palace, Kek sat with his younger brother, Lucian, and their father, Primorath. The three men were in high spirits, talking and joking as they prepared for the wedding.

Lucian leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms. "Father, I think Mother was looking for you earlier. She didn't seem too happy."

Primorath frowned. "Which mother are you referring to? My third wife or my fourth?"

Kek chuckled. "The third, of course. The one who's the most jealous."

Primorath groaned, rubbing his temples. "What could I have possibly done this time?"

Lucian shrugged. "Maybe a noblewoman flirted with you again, and she found out?"

Kek smirked. "Yeah, that must be it. You do have a habit of charming women wherever you go, Father."

Primorath sighed. "I swear, I didn't do anything this time. I'll have to find her and clear this up before the wedding."

The three of them shared a hearty laugh, their bond as father and sons evident in their playful banter.

While Eldoria basked in the joy of upcoming festivities, a far darker event was unfolding in the rival kingdom of Eldoria Prime.

Deep within a hidden underground chamber, a group of robed figures stood in a perfect circle, their hands raised high as they chanted an ancient incantation. Runes carved into the stone walls began to glow with an ominous red light, and the air became thick with dark energy.

A summoning circle, vast and complex, pulsed at the center of the chamber. Symbols of unknown origin shifted and twisted upon the ground, absorbing the power of the ritual. Then, with a violent flash of crimson light, the portal began to open.

From the abyss of the void, monstrous figures began to emerge—armored warriors with glowing red eyes, wielding weapons forged from cursed metal. Their presence alone was suffocating, exuding a sense of impending doom.

At the head of this legion stood a being unlike any other. Cloaked in shadows, its form was ever-changing, shifting between different monstrous shapes. Its voice echoed like a chorus of tormented souls.

"The time has come… The wedding of the healer shall mark the beginning of Eldoria's downfall. We shall strike when their guard is lowered… and claim this world for ourselves."

As the dark army prepared to march, the joyous celebrations in Eldoria continued, unaware of the impending storm.

" A little note"

In this novel time really doesn't matter