The distant cry of " First Bow to Heaven and Earth " pierced Dorian's eardrums. He whipped the horse's rump, and the animal, spurred by pain, ran even faster.
"Stop this!"
Arriving at the entrance of the General's residence, he tumbled off his horse and bellowed in fury:
"Maximilian! How dare you forcibly take my heir's wife!"
Isabella swept aside her bridal veil. Maximilian had already stepped forward to shield her.
Though he had been far away at the frontier, he was thoroughly aware of everything Isabella had done for Dorian over these three years.
His voice was cool and clear. "Heir Montague, have you come to partake in the wedding feast?"
Dorian's mourning clothes were still on his back. The white cap on his head clashed with the red tassels hanging at the entrance of the Genera
