Aron blinked as light returned to his eyes.
What he saw next made his heart skip a beat.
He was standing in the middle of a massive hall filled with thousands of silent spectators.
In front of him stood a man frozen in shock, his hand hovering over Aron's forehead as if mid-ceremony.
To his right stood a beautiful woman in a wedding gown, staring at him with wide eyes.
On the floor behind him sat another man in a suit on the floor, the unfortunate soul Aron had apparently just replaced.
Above them, on a raised platform, sat four figures wearing crowns, two men and two women, each of them gaping at him like their entire worldview had just been reset.
The groom in a suit, with a crown on his head clearly a prince, had been pushed to the ground by Aron's abrupt appearance.
He looked at the man standing beside his bride-to-be in utter shock, confusion, and disbelief, his gaze fixed on the stranger's back.
The entire hall was silent.
Aron was just as shocked.
