Chapter 303: Wedding of the Century (4)
In the hall where Evanna was once scared for her life, watched as Arawn sliced a servant’s hand off and felt the King’s icy stare was now a lively celebration. Like the ceremony, the hall was colourful; potted plants and plants Evanna helped grow and bloom rose like tall, intimidating stalks and trees. Many looked in wonder and awe.
Like the forest where they first kissed and Arawn proposed, luminous butterflies fluttered around, enchanting guests who were not used to such scenes. Some elves were still in awe because not all were like the warriors and ventured into the depths of Direwood Forest. Many came up to the newlyweds congratulating them, though Arawn remained expressionless to everyone he disliked, which was many, whilst Evanna smiled and beguiled those like the Princess she’d grown up to be. Now that she was his wife and connecting multiple kingdoms together, many respected her.
After the trial, nobles in Dunhurst treated Evanna the way they should have all along, but years of negligence, abuse, and bullying would not amend the resentment she felt towards them. Sure, she could smile and talk idly with them, but mostly, she gave them the cold shoulder. Here in Direwood, her time had been short as a hostage and longer as the prince’s fiancé as she planned the wedding. There had been no such treatment here.
Besides, most were enamoured by her and that she was part elf, human and fae.
"You are positively radiant," King Nuvian greeted, his hands wide, waiting for an embrace. Evanna smiled politely and accepted the King’s hug before meeting the hazel eyes of the Queen’s.
Iolena nodded her head once and gracefully pointed her hand in the direction of the table of gifts. "Our gifts cannot be wrapped and are already in your chambers."
"You shouldn’t have," Evanna smiled and curtsied. "But we are grateful for your thoughtfulness."
They will go soon, and Evanna can relax, or so she hoped. They’d already spent an hour greeting guests, conversing with them, and her feet, though not wearing any heels, hurt. However, she wore no heels, following the tradition of the snow elves; it was just a long day.
Nuvian waved his hand. "Nonsense. You are our prized granddaughter; we will spoil you with riches and gifts. Congratulations on uniting Lyvaria, Flori and Dunhurst."