The palace was a hive of activity way before the crack of dawn, the anticipation of the royal wedding electrifying the air. Servants scurried through the halls, carrying flowers, fabrics, and trays of food, while the grand hall was transformed into a vision of splendor for the ceremony.
In their separate wings of the palace, Damien and Elenor were being prepped for what would undoubtedly be the most significant day of their lives.
Damien’s Beta, Liam, was already barking orders when he strode into the king’s chambers.
“Up, Your Majesty!” Liam said, throwing open the curtains. “You’re getting married today, and you need to look the part.”
Damien groaned, rubbing his temples. “Could you be a little less enthusiastic? It’s barely morning.”
“No time for complaints,” Liam said, smirking. “
