The square slowly grew quiet again.
Cassian still stood at the edge of the palace balcony.
His silver staff rested firmly in his hand.
Thousands of people watched him.
But the excitement in the air had not faded.
Hope filled the capital.
The old trials were gone.
A new tradition had begun.
Cassian lifted his silver staff slightly.
"My people," he called.
The crowd leaned closer.
"Today we witnessed something this kingdom has waited for, for many generations."
Murmurs moved through the square.
"The oath of freedom has been spoken."
Cheers rose again.
Cassian allowed the sound to settle before continuing.
"But every new tradition must begin with its first union."
The people stirred with curiosity.
Sebastian frowned slightly beside Vivian.
"What does he mean?" he whispered.
Vivian gave a small smile.
"I think we're about to find out."
Cassian turned toward them.
"Sebastian Ravenscroft."
"Vivian Elara."
"Step forward."
