illicit affairs
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and regal purple as the last rays touched the ancient stones of Pristoria Palace.
A hush fell over the assembled lords and ladies, knights in polished armor, and villagers in their finest attire, all gathered in the grand courtyard. Torches, strategically placed, flickered to life, casting a warm, golden glow on the scene.
From the palace's highest tower, a fanfare of trumpets heralded the arrival of the bride. Queen Ella, radiant in a gown of woven moonlight silk that seemed to shimmer with every step, descended the winding staircase. Her long, ebony hair was intricately braided with pearls and delicate, enchanted blossoms that pulsed with a soft, inner light. A gasp rippled through the crowd as
