Chapter 301: Wedding of the Century (2)
Near the middle rows on Evanna’s family side were the men and woman closest to her. Ger sat in the last seat next to glowing flowers in a bouquet beside the aisle. He may not be with the woman he was moving on from, but he still wanted to see her walk down the aisle. It was already hurting him, something he didn’t think would be possible after all he’d been through, but here he was with a small stabbing sensation in his heart. Yet, simultaneously, he was happy for Evanna.
Although Ger would be forced to leave soon, the slight rumbling and itch to spill blood becoming ever so present, he would have left nonetheless. It would be better for both of them that he did. Beside him, Axel’s thoughts were the complete opposite. He stared at everything in awe and had misty eyes before even seeing his precious younger sister walking down the aisle. She’d grown up so quickly in such a short time! He’d had such little time to spend with her, and now she was about to get married and live in a foreign land!
Axel sighed dreamily. The mammoth of a man, his broad shoulders and size, started to cause a stir behind him, one enough to snap him out of his dopiness. The elven ladies had been whispering among themselves, some irritated that they couldn’t look past his height.
Yet, they did not speak in Muranthian. Axel could understand them. His ears had grown red and his mind utterly confused and blank, his mouth almost agape.
"He’s just so... big," one gushed, almost squealing.
"So manly and rugged," another breathed.
"Stop it! Our elven men are far more superior-"
"Pfft! They are pretty... He... He is... exactly how a man should be. I wonder what it would be like to be held against those huge muscles..."
"Shhh! He can hear you!"
"I want him to."
Axel’s eyebrows shot upwards, and Ronan’s shoulders shook as he held back his laughter. Axel looked over his shoulder, unable to hold back his curiosity. He knew without looking that these women were out of his league. The one directly behind him who wanted him to hear her looked at him with sparkling brown eyes like that of a doe’s and beautiful chestnut hair. She was absolutely captivating, and whatever obsession she might have with him would soon diminish. Like her friend said, he was not pretty like their elven men.