Chapter 300: Wedding of the Century (1)
In the heart of the Florian palace, guests were being seated, the crowded room echoing with the mull of voices, each conversation blending into a harmony of excited discussion. The Princess of Dunhurst, now fully known to the Flori, was marrying their cold-hearted, icy prince, Arawn Elion. After Evanna’s first introduction, sitting with the king and prince before her daring escape, the nobles were left speechless and excited to discover their prince had finally chosen a wife.
It was indeed a time for celebration, even if the prince was marrying a human. However, that was now indeed questionable with the turn-out of the wedding guest registry. An elven lady of grace and beauty sat on the bride’s side of the aisle; it took guests a moment to converse with each other and discover who she was. Many gaped and gasped upon realising who sat among them- the missing Princess of Lyvaria.
More shock confounded those in attendance when the king and Queen of Lyvaria turned up. Walking down the aisle in all their radiant and cold brilliance, King Nuvian shimmered under the array of colours from the atrium windows, his wings neatly behind him, shooting rainbows of colours beyond him, his golden hair in like a stream of heated gold like a river down his chest. The Queen, Iolena, by his side, was an ethereal being in her own right, the frozen blue revealing the snow-white skin and striking black locks and green eyes. Now, with the Queen in attendance, those who had already met Evanna were now utterly aware of the significant familiarity between the Queen and Princess of Lyvaria. Their minds spun, weaving tales that would soon come to light once they took their seats, revealing their importance to the couple who had yet to arrive.
Hushed whispers rose when Princess Loraven stood from her seat, the cream and gold of her dress setting her deep hazel gaze alight as she looked to Nuvian and Iolena. It had been years since they set their gaze upon each other; their backs were stiff, the tension in the air raw and thick. Those watching held their breaths, even though they didn’t understand the reasoning for the thick tension between the parents and daughter.
"Loraven," Nuvian greeted first. The Queen brushed past her, her shoulder as icy as her gaze. Yet the king welcomed Loraven into a hug. Loraven accepted, though her shoulders were tense.
"King Nuvian," she said stiffly.
"Please." Nuvian pulled back and smiled at her. A smile that caused some of the noble ladies to swoon and sigh over. "I am your father. Why are you so formal?"
"You lost your right to be called father when you cut ties with me as your daughter," Loraven replied, her eyes hardening, her chest tightening. Her relationship with Nuvian had been growing when Iolena only spoke to her about missions. When she eloped with Selvin, they cut all contact with her and disowned her.