627: Chapter 295: The Oath of lting Snow 627: Chapter 295: The Oath of lting Snow The day of the lord’s grand wedding had finally arrived.
As the snow began to lt, Avalon Castle and its surroundings exuded a festive atmosphere.
The streets of the castle town were swept clean and filled with cloaked crowds eagerly waiting everywhere.
When the knights’ procession, adorned with copper bells, passed through the city gates, the jugglers tossed holly berries into the cold sky, drawing the children to stand on tiptoe and scramble for them.
People had grown accustod to the constant wedding chis in and around Avalon throughout the year.
From Lokhak and Miss Sally’s wedding to Larian and Miss Magreina’s wedding, and even to the nurous weddings held by the knights and commoners according to tradition, Avalon Castle had welcod countless newlyweds.
In comparison, Leon specifically chose today’s Illaril Ascension Festival, which was not very well-known to the people of his territory after all.
It was a Holy Sun religious tradition, not one from Orland or the Kantadar people.
In fact, except for a few Seryan people in Avalon Castle, even the Illaril Knights from the Holy Lake didn’t observe this festival.
It was said that the Holy Lake Priests of the temple ntioned that while the Holy Lake and Holy Sun believers had no dispute over Illaril’s death in Rolannar City, they disagreed on the exact date of his ascension.
At least, this day was not considered Illaril’s resting day by the Holy Lake Sect.
However, the Holy Lake Sect did not mind others commorating Illaril on any day they wished.
Whether it was Ascension Day or not, they were still willing to provide Leon with the venue for his ceremony.
Before long, the sun finally climbed to its peak.
The bells atop the temple tower also began to toll on ti.
Leon stood upright before the altar.
His jet-black hair, ticulously grood by Miss Elena, was neat and tidy.
A golden laurel crown adorned his head.
He did not adhere to knightly traditions by wearing armor but instead chose a suit.
The sash with silver velvet edges was fastened on his left shoulder.
The black suit clung to his body, glistening like steel under the sunlight.
Twenty griffin buckles, forged from fine steel, locked below the collarbone, each engraved with the Sword Wing Badge symbolizing Pendragon.
The robe, draped to his knees, was open at the front, revealing the silver-embroidered lining.
A dual-color leather belt tightly cinched the waist of the suit and open collar robe, scarlet on the outside, black on the inside.
Silver-plated buckles at the waist and abdon ford a sharp arc, suspending the ceremonial long sword with griffin carvings.
Dressed for the most solemn occasion in his life, Leon’s gaze swept over the rows of guests seated on the long benches, looking toward the end of the aisle in the central hall, where the soon-to-be-opened door stood.
Amidst the bells, soft music began to play.
The door gently opened, allowing the dazzling sunlight to spill in, drawing everyone’s attention.
The falling golden radiance cast a flowing halo on Olivia.
Her hair, radiant as the morning light, was elegantly styled.
A simple satin veil brushed her earlobes, white as jade, gently floating in the breeze, soft and alluring.
Like an angel descended upon the earth or a noble princess, her snow-white wedding dress hugged her youthful figure.
The long skirt was adorned with intricate embroidery, resembling blooming roses.
Her shoulders, partly exposed beneath sheer fabric, revealed fair skin, delicate like mutton fat jade, subtly flushed like roses in early dawn.
Her jewel-like beautiful eyes gazed at Leon from afar, clear and bright, sparkling with happiness and sweetness.
A pair of children, once survivors of the difficulty in Selva, served as flower children, tossing dried petals before the bride.
Beside them, Mr.
Brian Sr., dressed in gleaming knight armor, raised his left arm entwined with an emblematic ribbon.
It seed the ribbon’s front bore the new emblem representing the old knight, but only Brian himself knew that beneath it lay the symbol of his deceased forr King.
This gesture was rely to let the soul of the forr lord, slumbering in the Netherworld, witness his daughter’s wedding alongside him.
Having found soone truly capable of protecting Olivia, Mr.
Brian Sr.’s eyes shone with contentnt, feeling no regrets in life.
He hadn’t imagined that the lad he nearly drove out of Selva that day would beco soone capable of protecting everyone.
Looking at the waiting Leon in the distance, Olivia’s sowhat nervous heart cald down.
She lifted her right hand to rest on her father’s raised ribbon, led by him, she walked into the hall filled with witnesses.
The bride strolled gracefully down the petal-strewn carpet, under the gaze of countless eyes, to stand before her lover.
Leon took Olivia’s hand, wrapped in velvet sleeves, formally taking his beloved into his care.
“You’re just like a dream I walked out from.”
Leon smiled, seeing his lover before him in the white wedding dress he designed, finalized by Miss Raya, and custom-made by a master tailor—possessing a sanctity and beauty surpassing its era.
Olivia, clothed in a white gown, epitomized the role of a princess more than anyone else.
Though, in every sense, she indeed was a true princess.
Olivia blushed at the complint, yet she lacked the shyness she felt when she first tried on the luxuriously beautiful off-the-shoulder gown.
Because in her eyes at this mont, apart from Leon, nothing else existed…
…Apart from the chief guest.
As an invited guest, Princess Ines suddenly found herself gazing thoughtfully at the couple on stage.
She could also appreciate the boldness and purity of the design revealing the shoulders.
Perhaps, even if she had attended in a lavish palace gown, she couldn’t have outshone the bride’s beauty.
However, witnessing the young lioness in full regalia, arm in arm with Leon as they approached the altar, Ines felt a hint of emptiness in her heart.
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