The wedding bells of Northern Valenridge had barely stopped ringing when the next moment the entire kingdom waited for finally arrived.
The Royal Honeymoon.
The grand doors of the cathedral opened again, and Sebastian Ravenscroft stepped out first, still holding Vivian's hand.
The cheers outside exploded like thunder.
Thousands of citizens had gathered across the cathedral square. Royal guards struggled to keep the pathways clear as the crowd pushed forward, waving flags and raising their phones to capture the moment.
Across the world, cameras flashed.
Every major news station had come.
Massive broadcast vans lined the streets. Drones floated high in the sky, streaming the moment live across international networks.
The entire world was watching.
The royal wedding of Sebastian Ravenscroft and Vivian had become more than just a ceremony.
It had become a story.
A story of forbidden love.
A story of trials.
A story that had defeated fate itself.
