The wedding hall of the Velvet Kingdom was ablaze with chaos, opulence, and a dangerous level of magical floral arrangements. Trumpets blared. Choirs sang. Somewhere, a harpist wept quietly into her strings. Why? Because there were five weddings happening. Simultaneously. In one palace.
And the groom? Was currently being wheeled around on a gold-encrusted trolley like a terrified wedding cake.
"Faster, you fools! Rosette's ceremony has already reached the vow phase!" barked a palace attendant, whose left eyebrow had been permanently scorched off during Princess Drakana's fire-blessed bridal rehearsal.
"WAIT! LUCIVELLA'S SUMMONING HER DEMON MINISTER EARLY!" shrieked another, pointing to the western hall where a summoning circle glowed ominously.
Through it all, Rei sat—no, slumped—on his moving throne, dressed in a white ceremonial tuxedo that had long since been reduced to a patchwork of lace, scorch marks, and blood-stained boutonnières.
