Chapter 310 The Day Chosen by Will — Fitran and Sheena’s Official Wedding
Elysvarre, Grand Basilica of Lirae
Second Spring After the Queen's Coronation
The dawn bathed the white towers of Elysvarre in golden light.
Vibrant violet flowers lined the path to the Grand Basilica of Lirae—the oldest sacred site in the kingdom and a witness to every historical event, from momentous victories to solemn farewells. The sound of birdsong filled the air as if celebrating the sacred moment about to unfold, creating a magical atmosphere that complemented the solemn surroundings. The gathered citizens donned elegant and bright attire, reflecting the significance of the day in their lives and creating a palpable sense of joy that resonated with all present.
At the grand gates, the people gathered, not merely to witness the ceremony, but to behold something much greater:
Inside the basilica, golden pendants sparkled, adding luxury to the atmosphere, gently swaying beneath the flickering candlelight. Soft percussion music resonated from afar, evoking feelings of emotion and joy in the hearts of all present, signaling that a new era was about to begin.
In a private chamber of the basilica, Sheena stood before a large mirror, feeling her heart race. At every Elysvarre royal wedding, brides are expected to wear a pure white gown symbolizing purity and hope for the future. For Sheena, this gown was more than just a symbol; it represented a steadfast resolve that would not fade.
Her white dress was not a creation of the royal designer but a simple gown she crafted herself, symbolizing her desire to break free from societal constraints. In her mind, the tradition of the Rose Offering emerged—where brides present a violet rose as a symbol of eternal love to their partner—an emblem that has existed for centuries in Elysvarre's culture and has become an integral part of weddings there. The warm embrace on the wedding stage was a moment eagerly awaited, a gesture that would seal their bond in a history that would be cherished and remembered forever.
The white satin fabric adorned with golden embroidery. At the waist, a small violet belt symbolized her personal will that had been tested. In her golden hair, a small silver tiara shaped like a rose.
Sheena gazed at her reflection.
But what she saw was not a queen; instead, it was a woman struggling to overcome the expectations and traditions that shaped her life, determined to write her own story.