King Kenzir stood before the bride and groom, his grip tight around the sceptre. He said solemnly, “I don’t know if this is the right decision.”
The three stood at the highest point of the palace, where all of Felor could easily see with a tilt of their heads.
“But since this is what my sister had hoped for, I will respect her decision wholeheartedly,” The king continued, gaze heavy on Locke.
Tears flowed down Angelina’s cheeks. Her brother was the only blood relative she had after the king’s passing. Though Locke had decided to not utter a verbal promise, he was determined to show his love through actions. He brought out the ring and slid it into place, kissing the tip of Angelina’s finger when he was done. The crowd clapped and cheered. They screamed out blessings at the new royal couple at the top of their lungs.