Three days later, the capital stirred before dawn. Bells from every church tower tolled in celebration, their echoes rolling over the mist-veiled streets toward the palace gates. The day had come — the wedding of King Edward and Lady Elizabeth Thompson.
From the great courtyard to the inner halls, the palace shimmered with finery. Garlands of white lilies and golden ribbons adorned the marble pillars; silk draperies bearing the royal crest hung from the balconies. Nobles from every province filled the grand gallery, their jewels glittering beneath the tall chandeliers. Everyone knew that the king had placed great importance on this marriage.
It was not like any other union, for he was determined to restore his reputation and perhaps stabilize the kingdom.
