C483 A WEDDING OF THE KING AND THE MORTAL GIRL

"Are you certain the people are ready for this sight?" the Young Prince asked, his gaze fixed on the heavy velvet curtains that separated the private royal chamber from the balcony overlooking the Great Square. He stood tall, the weight of his ceremonial robes draped over his broad frame. The silk was the color of a midnight sky, embroidered with silver threads that caught the morning light