The only normal part of the wedding was the vows. Nothing outward happened, with the exception of Lady Percival puking her guts out into a bucket in the corner of the chapel.
After that, the chapel was lowered to the ground as gently as possible. There was more wobbling as it tilted to the left or right on occasion but it landed safely in the end.
Many guests rushed out before the royal couple, running to safety or finding the nearest place to puke. So even rode horses to find the closest bathrooms so that they could take showers or change into ergency clothes they had left in their carriages.
Lanai was leading other maids that worked for Elarin and the Thorin’s to hand out cold water, ginger ale, ginger tea, lemon water and peppermint tea to the guests to alleviate any discomfort they were feeling. Even Prince Firron was given one as was Thalassa who rejected it.
The royal couple went off to take photographs, give and interview and change into new outfits for the wedding reception. Thalassa had insisted on having the reception as close to the moat as possible. She thought the frozen ditch could provide so kind of extra beauty to the scenery. Geese, swans and peacocks that were from the mage estate had been dressed nicely in bows around there necks and placed on the ice to dazzle the guests.
So of the guest chairs and the seats for the bride, groom and their entourage were also on the iced surface. The Lord mage was having nightmares because the mages had to keep chanting spells and ensuring that the water remained frozen.
If it cracked or unfroze like the rest of the water bodies in Eldoria were doing, the wedding might turn into a funeral.
"A wedding on ice," Fiona in the anti was still going on with her descriptions and exaggeration. "The only way that this could have been better is if the moon ca out and blessed the couple. A reception on ice under the moonlight would be perfect. Nevertheless, I am told the couple will be skating for their first dance together so this is even better than the moon. I too dream of a wedding like this ladies and gentlen. This is what every woman fantasizes about."
n everywhere that were watching looked at the won within their vicinity. "Is this true." they asked verbally or with the eyes.
So won denied it outright, others shrugged and others laughed or remained silent.
When the couple reappeared, they had changed into more normal clothing to the relief of their guests. Thalassa actually looked amazing in the silk wedding dress that Emmah had designed.
Emmah unfortunately was not there to see it. She was watching the wedding through the bars of a prison on the mage estate where she had been left. Forgotten for the mont.
Firron and Thalassa had to cut the wedding cake first and give their guests a taste of sweetness after all the theatrics. The cake was wheeled onto the ice by three mages and a royal chef.
Leading it ahead were royal jesters, sorsaulting and doing all kinds of tricks. The guests clutched their chests, worried that soone would crush into the cake that had yet to be seen or tasted. Many were relieved when it safely reached the table.
The magic veiling it was removed, it was unveiled and the guests went back to clutching their chests and gasping. The wedding cake was humongous, it had thirteen tiers and long firework sticks were stuck into each cake. The bottom tier had them everywhere and they were sparking, supposed to explode into sprinkles.
The sprinkles were edible. They were Mauve’s handwork but the people did not know this. As the herald stepped up to invite the royal couple to cut into their cake, Sigrid noticed that Finn and a few of the teenage mages were snickering.
"Oh crap." She whispered.
"What?" Roland ashed her.
Sigrid conjured up a shield over them and it was just in ti as the fireworks exploded prematurely along with half of the cake. The Lord mage had been quick enough to protect the royal couple and red knights had tried to protect other diplomats. However, so of the guests at the front were covered in frosting and sprinkles.
A pair of geese made a sound that resembled laughter, shrieking loudly. Many guests were bemused, wondering if they should laugh or cry.
The royal herald solved the puzzle by laughing and it led to other guests laughing.
"Magic is a constant experint ladies and gentlen. This one is particularly delicious. I invite you all to lick the frosting and taste the sprinkles, you will find yourselves wishing for another explosion." The Lord mage joined the herald and announced to the guests and citizens at ho.
The herald urged the couple forward and they cut the cake amidst a laughter filled cheer. The deliciousness of the cake and sprinkles saved the mont.
Fiona did not disappoint Eldorian’s as she said after licking her bottom lip and making ’mmmm’ sounds as if she could taste the cake through the lens of the crystal cara, "The life of the royal couple will always be as explosively phenonal and mouthwatering as this cake. No cake has ever been more heavenly than this one."
Eldorians questioned themselves about how she knew what the cake tasted like. After all, she had not tasted it personally. Unless she had licked the frosting which they all saw landing on the cara!
Cake cutting was followed by the open banquet where delicious food and drinks were served. At least this part involved no silly magic so there were no disasters. The guests ate and drunk to their fill.
The couple changed into their third outfits of the day. Against the backdrop of a small setting sun, they took to the ice for their first dance. They were wearing special dancing skates on their feet. The skates had been enchanted to move by themselves so even those that could not skate would be able to join the royal couple later.
For Thalassa and Firron, the experience was smooth as she herself was a mage. She controlled the shoes and the couple’s dance was perfect and romantic as it appeared on televisions.
For the rest of the nobles and diplomats that could not skate, it was a different experience. Many found themselves moon walking against their will. An obese Lord Carrington was forced to do the splits which left him wailing like a goose in mourning over the death of its romantic partner.
He had to be carried off the dance/skate floor by eight red knights. Lady Myra Rosewood, a ninety three year old woman that could barely walk was forced to spin so fast that she collided with Lady Percival who was hoarding a tray of six champagne glasses she planned to drink in secret.
Myra Rosewood that had never taste a drop of alcohol in her life found herself accidentally drinking at least two mouthfuls in one go as the liquid spilled into her surprised open mouth. The old woman fell asleep imdiately, with a smile on her face.
But it was not over just yet!
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