The little square of paper was thick, clearly of the highest quality available on the market.
Even the envelope it had come in was a delight to manipulate between one's fingers. Crimson red, the emblem decorating the wax seal on it was unmistakable, giving access to the even smoother surface that thin, white coat of paper harbored.
The front side of the invitation glistened under the light so brilliantly one could believe it beat with life.
The silver gilded lines that garnished its four sides, closer to the edges, painted eye-catching patterns that were only outdone by the calligraphy at the heart of the drawn perimeter.
The words on it described the joy they were invited to witness and take part of.
To stand present at the wedding night of the beloved and renowned silver warrior, Silas Eleazar.
"Well, this is… Most unexpected," Lord Dragomir held the invitation between his thumb and index.
