As the important trio sat together in the ceremonial chair, the general who stood announced a few things about each individual, how great they were and what they had done for the people.
Just a normal way to boast about those individuals before the people… just like any politicians. Yet the general's tone carried a rehearsed texture, the kind that turned admiration into spectacle, a performance crafted to please the crowd.
While the general was saying things about Aether, how great he was and what he had done for his people so far, how he came from the ground and reached this point… it was slightly dramatic, as if someone really made him memorise it.
Meanwhile, the brides were kind of avoiding looking at the groom. Their gazes lingered anywhere but on him... on the banners, the altar, the gold-threaded curtains—yet both of them were painfully aware of the heat his eyes carried.
