Chapter - 182
Navy blue and gold drapes hung from the arched ceiling, cascading down the walls like regal waterfalls. Twining through the fabric were strands of greenery—ivy, roses, and tiny lavender blossoms that added gentle bursts of color.
Rows upon rows of seats stretched across the marble floor, filled with nobles in their finest attire, warriors in dress uniforms, mages with glowing staves tucked to their sides. Whispers rose like the rustle of silk, everyone's gaze shifting toward Jacob.
Amid the curious stares of nobles, warriors, and friends alike, Jacob made his way to the front of the ceremonial hall. The hush that followed him wasn't just respect—it was curiosity and awe. For this man wasn't merely the hero of a kingdom. He was the man who had defied death, fate, and destiny. And today, he was here not as a warrior, but as a groom.
When he reached the altar, Jacob stood tall, his posture steady, his heartbeat quickening from anticipation and joy.
