Twinkling fairy lights adorned the foliage, casting a magical glow that accentuated the natural beauty of the garden. The air shimmered with a gentle warmth.
My gown, a celestial cascade of moonlit waves, rustled with a melody of its own as I moved. The fabric seemed to echo the whispers of the garden, dancing in rhythm with the soft melodies played by the musicians positioned to the right. Their harps and strings wove a musical tapestry that harmonized with the natural symphony of the garden.
Vidar, standing beneath a grand arch entwined with white roses, gazed at me with eyes that held a depth of emotion. The courtyard, filled with the hushed murmurs of kings, queens, and elders from nearby realms, seemed to hold its breath in reverence.
Vidar stood beneath the grand arch, an embodime
