The setting sun cast warm silhouettes on the high towers of Red Tide Castle, as if the entire territory was steeped in a solemn atmosphere.
Bradley stood at the center of the wedding hall, the silver rim of his single lens glasses perched on his nose trembling slightly with his anxious breaths.
As the chief steward of the Red Tide Territory, his duty should have been as steady as a clock, yet he hadn't had a proper night's sleep for three consecutive nights.
"Raise the Calvin Clan's moon-pattern banner half a foot higher... Yes, a bit higher, it must not obscure the Edmund Family's silver eagle."
He whispered commands to the attendants, the thick manual in his hands already dog-eared from use.
His gaze swiftly scanned over the steps, the guest seats, the main entrance, and the altar's center spot.
Every detail had been crafted to near perfection.
Yet he knew, in a true noble wedding, perfection is never enough.
This was a union that could not afford any mistakes.
