chapter 7: the wedding

The kingdom of Eldoria was alive with joy, its streets adorned with vibrant flowers and festive decorations, a perfect reflection of the celebration taking place. The long-awaited wedding of Amara, the beloved healer and daughter of the Queen, and Kek, the renowned fighter, had finally arrived. The air was filled with music, laughter, and the sweet scent of blooming roses. Every corner of the kingdom seemed to sparkle with anticipation as the citizens gathered, ready to witness the union of two souls who had brought prosperity and peace to their land.

It was a day unlike any other, one that would be remembered for generations.

A Wedding Beyond Compare

The grand procession was a sight to behold. The guards stood at attention, their armor glinting in the light of the afternoon sun. The royal army had lined the streets, their faces serene yet proud. This day was a symbol of unity, not just between two people, but between the kingdom and the powerful travelers who had aided them in their time of need.

In the heart of the kingdom, a long white carpet stretched from the palace gates all the way to the center of the kingdom, guiding the way for the bride. Above, petals of enchanted flowers fell from the sky like a gentle rain of colors, casting a magical glow on the scene. The air shimmered with magic, and the people watched in awe as the sky itself seemed to join in the celebration.

Amara walked gracefully down the aisle, her long white gown trailing behind her, glimmering as it reflected the light from the magical flowers. The gown was a masterpiece, every inch of it crafted to perfection, symbolizing the purity of the love that had blossomed between her and Kek. Her eyes, though shy, glistened with happiness as she glanced at her soon-to-be husband, standing at the altar, his smile wide and warm.

Kek stood tall, his eyes never leaving Amara. His heart swelled with pride, knowing that this moment was the culmination of years of love, trials, and triumphs. He had never felt more certain of anything in his life. The magical petals fell all around them, creating a breathtaking scene that made everyone watching feel as though they were part of a dream.

Lucian, standing beside Kek, couldn't help but shed a tear. His heart was full of joy for his brother. "I'm so happy for you, Kek," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Kek chuckled softly, glancing at his brother. "Please, Lucian, stop acting like a child. You're embarrassing me," he said, but the smile on his face spoke of the love he felt for his younger brother.

Beside them, Primorath and Seraphina stood, watching the scene unfold before them. Both parents shared a proud and tender glance. This moment was not just a celebration of love but also a symbol of their kingdom's strength, unity, and the legacy of their family.

Seraphina leaned toward her husband, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I hope your son can handle my sister," she teased.

Primorath raised an eyebrow, his expression confused. "What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

Seraphina smirked, her gaze shifting to Amara, who was walking down the aisle, her eyes locked on Kek. "Well, you know Amara. She's a bit... possessive, shall we say?"

Primorath chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, Seraphina. If I can handle three wives, I'm sure my son can handle one."

Seraphina blinked in surprise. "You have multiple wives?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and mild shock.

Primorath smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yes, is that a problem?"

Seraphina blushed slightly, her cheeks turning a soft pink. "No, it's not a problem. It's just... well, I think it's more convenient, you know?"

Primorath raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why is that?"

Seraphina's face deepened in color, and she shifted uncomfortably. She had been holding onto her feelings for far too long, but today, with the air filled with love and magic, she could no longer hide her emotions. With a soft sigh, she turned to Primorath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I like you. Can you also marry me, please?"

The entire kingdom fell silent. Every person in attendance—every noble, every commoner—turned their gaze toward their queen, stunned by the sudden confession. It was a bold and unexpected declaration that left everyone in shock.

Lucian, standing beside Kek, sighed deeply. "Well, I knew this was going to happen sooner or later... but at this time?"

Kek couldn't suppress a grin as he leaned toward his brother. "Well, looks like there are going to be two weddings today then."

Amara, standing just behind Kek, smiled softly at her sister's boldness. "Well, I'm happy for her," she whispered, her eyes glimmering with understanding.

The entire kingdom watched in awe as Primorath, caught off guard by the sudden request, looked at Seraphina with a tender gaze. Slowly, he smiled. "Seraphina, you've always been full of surprises," he said with a soft chuckle. "But I would be honored."

As the crowd erupted into applause, the royal family's love story became more intricate and beautiful. It was a moment that no one would forget, but little did they know, this celebration was only the calm before the storm.

Darkness Approaches

Far from the joyous atmosphere of Eldoria, in the rival kingdom of Eldoria Prime, the dark forces had begun to stir. In the depths of a shadowed chamber, a group of robed figures stood in formation, their hands raised as they chanted an ancient, forbidden incantation. The air around them crackled with dark energy, the power growing stronger by the second.

A summoning circle, etched with runes of blood and shadow, pulsed in the center of the room. It was as if the very fabric of reality bent around the ritual, opening a gateway to a realm where light was lost, and darkness reigned.

At the center of this ritual stood a figure shrouded in darkness. Their eyes, glowing red with rage, fixed upon the distant kingdom of Eldoria. A deep, malicious voice echoed through the chamber.

"I will kill you, Seraphina," the figure hissed, their voice filled with venom. "I still remember your betrayal. This will be the last celebration you will ever have. The last time you dare think of happiness. Eldoria will fall, and so will you."

The figure's laugh was cold, echoing through the chamber like the toll of a bell. The army of demons surrounding them bared their teeth, ready to strike at any moment. Their mission was clear: destroy the kingdom that had once betrayed them and bring ruin to the one who had once been their queen.

As the demons readied themselves for war, their captain—the one who had been betrayed—stepped forward, his eyes burning with hatred and vengeance.

"Prepare yourselves," he commanded, his voice low and menacing. "Eldoria will burn."

In the kingdom of Eldoria, no one suspected the storm that was approaching. The wedding, the joy, the celebrations—they were all a fleeting moment before the darkness arrived.

And when it did, nothing would ever be the same again.