Reborn As Noble

Meanwhile, the ceremony proceeded.

Liana and Gloria stood as bridesmaids just behind Queen Mylezra, with Lithia and Harny forming a second row of honor. Mylezra’s hand rested lightly on Francesca’s arm as they began their slow, graceful walk toward the altar where Garius stood waiting in front of the Elven High Priest.

Alf stood a respectful distance to the side, his posture perfect, watching over everything.

Gentle, flowing elven wedding music filled the air. Mylezra wore an elegant elven wedding gown, a delicate veil covering her face, yet her barely-contained joy was palpable with every step.

”Don’t get too excited now, Mylezra,” Francesca said softly, a warm smile in her voice.

”Mm... I know.”

”Just a little longer. Hold it together for now.”

”Mou! I know...” Mylezra whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion even as she maintained her regal pace toward the altar.

While Liana and Gloria followed slowly behind with Lithia and Harny, Liana’s eyes subtly scanned the assembled guests.

Where is the young master?

I told him to stay with Prince Marcellus and Prince Cedric. But at their table, I only saw his brothers.

Don’t tell me he’s causing another trouble... again.

Once Queen Mylezra reaches the altar and the ceremony begins, I’ll slip away and find him.

Francesca arrived at the altar with Mylezra. She smiled, transferring Mylezra’s hand to Garius’s with slow, deliberate grace.

”Dear~ Your future bride is here. Cherish her just as you cherish all of us.”

”Mm... I will, honey.” Garius extended his arm, and Mylezra placed her hand in his with elegant poise.

Francesca smiled, reaching up to adjust Garius’s collar one last time.

”Now, now... go to the altar. Let the priest bless this wonderful beginning.”

”Thank you, Francesca,” Garius said softly.

Mylezra’s eyes shimmered, tears threatening to fall, but Francesca gently soothed her. ”Don’t cry yet, Mylezra. You are a Queen of Elves.”

”Mou!” Mylezra whispered, a soft sob caught in her throat as Francesca gently wiped a stray tear away with her thumb.

”Now, both of you... let’s get this beautiful day over with.”

Francesca turned and looked at Mylezra again.

”You better go now. Knowing my husband here, he’ll find some small matter as an excuse to postpone this wedding again.”

”Mou! Don’t say that, Francesca. I’m not going to let this man postpone it again. I’ve been waiting for so long, and he kept putting it off.”

Garius exhaled and shook his head. ”There’s no way I can postpone it again when we’ve already come this far.”

Francesca let out a soft laugh and glared playfully at Garius. ”No, dear~ I know you were about to postpone this wedding when our youngest detected something, but luckily I told Alf to make sure it would proceed as planned no matter what happened. That’s why they were sent around to ensure protection is at its highest around the Armand estate.”

Mylezra’s eyes widened. ”Really?” She turned and glared at Garius, gritting her teeth.

Garius let out a soft guilty laugh. ”Alright, alright... I admit I was nearly...”

But before he could finish, Mylezra pulled him firmly by the arm to face the Elven priest. She looked the priest straight in the eye and declared, ”Skip everything. Go straight to the blessing. Now.”

Francesca let out a soft, elegant laugh and stepped toward the front row, seating herself gracefully. She shook her head, amused, as she watched Mylezra continue to glare at Garius even as the Elven High Priest began the sacred vows.

”Do you, Mylezra, Queen of the Elven Nation, take this man...” the priest started, but Mylezra cut him off.

”I do.” Mylezra cut in, her eyes still fixed on Garius as if daring him to disagree.

The priest cleared his throat gently. ”And do you, Garius de Armand...”

Before he could finish, Mylezra nudged Garius’s arm sharply.

”I... I do,” Garius said, the words carrying a mix of resignation and deep affection.

The priest gave an awkward, soft laugh and announced.

”Then, before the gathered witnesses and the ancient spirits of wood and stream, I declare your vows heard and sealed. You are now bound in sight of the Elders. You may exchange the rings of promise.”

Mylezra took the ring that Gloria rushed forward to offer and immediately pulled up Garius’s left hand. She slid the band firmly onto his ring finger.

With the ring of promise sealed in place, Mylezra raised her own left hand insistently, eyes wide, biting her lower lip hard in a mix of excitement and impatience.

Garius smiled, taking the second ring. He smiled, about to slide it on, when a distant commotion echoed from beyond the estate.

Mylezra’s lips tightened. She bit down harder, then decisively took Garius’s hand and pushed the ring onto her own finger in one swift, final motion.

She then glared at the priest again, her expression leaving no room for further delay.

The priest cleared his throat, a faint smile touching his lips, and announced in the traditional elven cadence, ”Before the gathered witnesses and the spirits of the grove, your bond is now woven into the great tapestry. You are husband and wife. You may seal your union.”

Mylezra rushed forward, wrapping her hands around Garius’s neck and leaning up to seal their bond with a deep, passionate kiss.

A soft, shimmering aura bloomed around them, gentle threads of silver and gold light weaving through the air like luminous vines, carrying the faint scent of blooming moonflowers and the warmth of a sunlit glade. Petals of pure light drifted down around them, dissolving into soft sparkles as they touched the ground.

Francesca smiled, a single tear tracing down her cheek. She dabbed it away with her handkerchief as Eridith, munching on a roasted meat beside her, leaned in with a sly whisper.

”Heh... finally that ’old granny’ married our husband~”

Francesca chuckled softly, glancing sideways. ”You’re a dragon girl, dear. Far older than her.”

”Hmmph! But I look like this! Petite! Young!”

Francesca just shook her head, her smile fond. Beside her, Garcinia and Phenelopie watched with soft, contented smiles.

”Big sister,” Garcinia leaned in and whispered.

”Hmm?”

”Our husband will have another two after this, right?”

”Who knows~”

Phenelopie’s smile widened. ”It’s a busy season for weddings.”

Francesca then turned her whisper toward them. ”Don’t forget, your sons will be marrying next week. Just a few days now.”

”Mm. I know,” Phenelopie said, her eyes glistening. ”I’m just so happy, Francesca. Heres finally found his soulmate.”

Garcinia shook her head, a wry but loving smile on her lips. ”Well, as for Aelius and Athine... since they already have their father’s blessing, I have no objection at all. Especially since Aelius has already made her pregnant.”

( End Of Chapter )