The Grand Sanctum Cathedral, the largest and most magnificent temple in the Holy Land, was filled to capacity.
Sunlight streamed through the towering glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the marble floors.
White and sky-blue flowers adorned every pillar and pew, filling the air with a sweet, delicate fragrance.
Thousands of guests, nobles from Empires, high priests, respected merchants, and citizens of the Holy Land sat in the hall.
At the front of the cathedral, Brandon stood at the altar.
Behind him, Rheanne was standing as a witness and symbol of divine blessing.
To the side, Freya stood among the honored guests and watched him with a soft, genuine smile.
The music swelled into a beautiful melody played by a full orchestra.
The massive doors at the end of the aisle opened.
Amelia appeared.
She walked slowly down the long aisle, escorted by her father, Emperor Valerian Bleaufort.
Amelia's eyes were locked on Brandon the entire way.
