The Day of the Ceremony
Armand Throne Hall
The Armand News and Entertainnt Team was already in position, fine-tuning the mana caras for the live broadcast.
Alf stood nearby, eyes sharp, overseeing every detail to ensure the ceremony proceeded exactly as planned.
Erinnette stand nearby, overseer the maid work,her presence alone enough to keep every unit disciplined and precise.
Not far away, Hesbeirn drank with Gilmon.
Gilmon gulped and averted his eyes, shifting uneasily when Erinnette occasionally narrowed hers with razor-sharp glances toward them.
At the side of the hall, Savran, the forr Keeper of Royal Law from the Human Kingdom, now serving under Armand, sat with the Armand Royal To of Law placed solemnly before him.
Alf approached.
"Savran."
"Yes, Sir Alf?" Savran replied promptly.
"Ensure this ceremony is recorded perfectly. Every word. Every vow."
"Do not worry," Savran said with a firm smile. "My loyalty belongs to King Garius. He protected my family. I will not fail him."
Alf nodded once.
"Where is Jarman?"
"I believe he’s on his way here, Sir Alf."
"Hmph." Alf adjusted his cuff, eyes narrowing. "I contacted him last week from the command center and ordered him to arrive early. Soone is eager for punishnt."
Savran swallowed hard, sweat beading at his temple.
This strict Alf is terrifying... Just like the rumors. He never smiles unless it’s for King Garius or his wife.
Alf turned to the staff.
"Ensure the three thrones are prepared and properly displayed. We will show no disrespect to His Majesty’s closest allies or to his future queen."
"Yes, Sir Alf!"
"Good. Return to your duties." Alf scanned the hall once more. "We have less than an hour before the ceremony begins."
He glanced back at Savran.
"Where is High Priest Zalbran?"
"In the back room, Sir Alf."
"Good." Alf turned and strode away. "See that everything proceeds without error."
"Yes, Sir Alf."
Savran exhaled slowly as Alf departed, his gaze drifting to the hall where maids bustled about and staff arranged everything.
He exhaled softly again.
Man, Alf is really terrifying when it cos to King Garius.
*No wonder the others say he treats Garius like his own brother, demanding absolute perfection for him, for his family, for Armand itself.
Alf’s loyalty was unquestionable.
Just like Erinette’s.
Just like Hesbeirn’s.
Savran glanced at Hesbeirn and Gilmon, who had already started drinking before the ceremony began.
And look at that dumb Gilmon, knocking back drinks with Hesbeirn this early in the morning just because he’s his best buddy.
Well, can’t bla him. Hesbeirn is Erinette’s brother, general of the entire Armand troops and knights.
anwhile, Alf stood next to Erinette.
"Dear~" Erinette said softly.
"Yes, honey?" Alf replied without looking away from the hall.
"Don’t be so tense. I know how much you love Garius... I do too. But there’s no need to press so hard."
Alf shook his head faintly.
"No. You know as well as I do, We cannot allow even the slightest hint of disrespect toward the ruler we serve. The man who values his people above himself."
His voice remained calm, unwavering.
"That is why this ceremony must be perfect. Especially during this celebration month."
"I know, dear~" Erinette smiled gently, gesturing for a maid to adjust the floral arrangent.
Alf’s gaze softened, though his voice remained firm.
"I still rember his childhood. The youngest heir. The last one left."
He paused.
"When his family was lost to assassination by Klimbert’s forces... when Armand was stolen from him... he didn’t hide. He fought from the front lines and reclaid his land with his own hands."
"Yes, dear~" Erinette said quietly. "And look how far he has co."
"Mmm." Alf nodded.
"He never treats his people as re subjects. He never indulges in wealth for himself. So this celebration month... it belongs to him."
anwhile, inside Garius’s private chamber.
Maids attended to him with practiced care, adjusting his royal attire for the ceremony while ensuring every detail was precise.
Marcellus and Cedric sat nearby, observing in silence.
"No mantle today," Garius said calmly. "This is only the marriage vow ceremony."
"As you wish, Your Majesty," one of the maids replied with a gentle smile, bowing as she continued fastening his cuffs and accessories.
As they worked, Garius turned his attention to his sons.
"I called the two of you here since your mother is preparing in another room. I trust you understand."
"Yes, esteed Father," Marcellus and Cedric answered together, bowing respectfully.
Garius smiled faintly.
"I know your mother wouldn’t be jealous, but I’d rather not allow any strange rumors to spread within the estate."
The maids exchanged amused glances, while Marcellus and Cedric cleared their throats in quiet embarrassnt.
"Anyway," Garius continued, "where is Javier? I thought I asked him to accompany as well."
"Ah, about that..." Marcellus began.
"Liana and Gloria said he’s still sleeping," Cedric finished.
Garius sighed softly.
"Hm. Your youngest brother truly hasn’t changed, has he? He doesn’t seem to think this ceremony is all that significant."
"Esteed Father..." Marcellus started, but Garius interrupted with a light chuckle.
"To be honest, I don’t think it’s overly important either. It matters, yes, but not as much as so might think."
He shook his head, amusent in his eyes.
"Still, this entire ceremony was Javier’s idea, and yet he’s the one who might have forgotten about it."
Garius let out a quiet laugh.
anwhile, in Javier’s room.
"Liana! My outfit, quickly!"
Liana and Gloria exchanged a soft laugh as they retrieved his noble attire from the wardrobe.
"What’s the rush, young master?" Liana asked with a teasing smile, helping him dress.
"You didn’t even wake up!"
"Hmm~ Don’t bla us, young master. We tried several tis, but you just mumbled about at in your sleep," Gloria replied.
"Giihhh! That’s not important. You were supposed to wake . Father called for , didn’t he?"
"Yes," Liana said, smoothing his collar. "Erisa ca earlier and said His Majesty, your father, is waiting for you."
"Argh! Now I’m in trouble! Why didn’t you say so sooner?"
Gloria chuckled as she handed him his waistcoat. "We tried, young master. Several tis. You just wouldn’t budge."
( End Of Chapter )
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