Five Years Later
"Lior… come back here. I thought I told you not to come back home after combat practice," Prince Kallin's voice rang through the palace walls.
"But, Uncle," Lior chirped from behind the pillar where he was hiding. "Papa said I can make my own decisions."
"Yes, young man, but that doesn't include refusing to be the damn ring bearer on my wedding day. Young man, what happened to a week, or maybe two days, ago?"
Lior rolled his eyes. His Uncle Kallin would always be dramatic, and to say he was becoming a little bridezilla was no understatement. The man wanted everything right.
The flowers had to be the same shade of pink and purple… how could forty thousand flowers be the same shade?
Then, not to mention the décor, the food, rehearsals, cake, and costumes, it was all draining. But still, seeing him look forward to marrying the love of his life was something Lior prayed for himself.
