DYBAR - Chapter 170 < Eternal Covenant, Marriage >
Do Your Best And Regret
There were only a limited number of people invited to the Vikander Kingdom's auspicious event.
Princess Madeleine from the Empire, envoys from the allies, and the Lord or Lord representative of the incorporated territory. They attended this wedding with different goals.
However, when they entered the wedding hall, Green Hall, they couldn't hide the admiration that naturally came out.
A sweet scent wafted from the space filled with flowers in full bloom.
The space with beautiful chandeliers, sparkling silver candlesticks on ornate tables, and silk curtains as thin and fine as spiderwebs swaying was a wedding hall that everyone could dream of.
“The Sun of Vikander, His Majesty King Carlos Vikander, enters!”
The guests who had sat down at the servant's loud voice sat down again with the King's permission.
And soon the ceremony began.
A magical feast unfolded in the Green Hall, where elegant melodies resonated.
With flower buds blooming, butterflies flying, and other sights that made them forget the sense of winter, the guests had to work hard not to lose their dignity and be mesmerized.
If they show it like this from the beginning, will there be more surprises later?
Princess Madeleine from the Empire, envoys from the allies, and the Lord or Lord representative of the incorporated territory. They attended this wedding with different goals.
However, when they entered the wedding hall, Green Hall, they couldn't hide the admiration that naturally came out.
A sweet scent wafted from the space filled with flowers in full bloom.
The space with beautiful chandeliers, sparkling silver candlesticks on ornate tables, and silk curtains as thin and fine as spiderwebs swaying was a wedding hall that everyone could dream of.
“The Sun of Vikander, His Majesty King Carlos Vikander, enters!”
The guests who had sat down at the servant's loud voice sat down again with the King's permission.
And soon the ceremony began.
A magical feast unfolded in the Green Hall, where elegant melodies resonated.
With flower buds blooming, butterflies flying, and other sights that made them forget the sense of winter, the guests had to work hard not to lose their dignity and be mesmerized.
If they show it like this from the beginning, will there be more surprises later?
Soon, when all the attractions were over, the guests who were looking at the doorway with a half-hearted look on their faces slowly swallowed their saliva.
Under the stained glass with brilliant light pouring in, the groom wearing a black robe appeared.
Even though he was just standing there, the Prince dominated the entire green hall.
His face, with hair as black as crow feathers, fully revealed his delicate and beautiful beauty. The sharp edges of the eyes gave off a dangerous atmosphere.
Those who were captivated by that face only later glanced sideways at how tall the Prince was and how strong his well-built body was.
It was then.
Bride’s entrance!
The bride, who slowly appeared with a loud voice, was completely pure white, unlike the jet-black groom.
The wedding dress sparkled as if diamond dust had been sprinkled on it, and it was full of silk lace so rich that the ends could not be recognized, and on her long, slender neck like that of a deer, there was a double necklace of five colors and a white crystal necklace the size of a fingernail.
In her lace-gloved hands, she held a bouquet of flowers.
A sacred and strange light flowed from the tiara that held the veil in place, but what caught the guests' attention at this moment was the bride's face barely visible beyond the sparkling veil.
Every time a glimpse of red lips appeared on the elegant jawline, the guests imagined the bride's face covered by a veil.
Meanwhile, the two people began to walk reverently. At some point, the groom was matching his bride's pace, even his cool eyes softening to sweetness.
In that proud and dignified procession, the guests were nodding their heads without realizing it.
But none of these guests knew.
The fact that Olivia, beneath the beautiful veil, was trembling with tension. Only Edwin, who was walking with her, noticed that her hand holding the bouquet shook with every step she took.
And Edwin liked that fact very much.
Everything about Olivia is his. The slightly insidious imagination he wishes he had kept to himself came to light when the celebrant, Jerun, invited the bride to kiss.
Just from the stinging gaze, Edwin knew that everyone at this wedding hall was looking forward to the moment when the bride's veil was removed.
So, with the most careful hands, he lifted the veil so that only he could see it.
That was an excellent choice.
The moment their eyes met, Olivia relaxed as if she was relieved, and she was so beautiful that he was ecstatic. Edwin controlled himself as he looked at her beautifully curved eyelids.
And Edwin, who kissed her briefly, whispered in Olivia's ear.
“You couldn’t be prettier, Olivia.”
The voice that reached her ears was intimate. Olivia couldn't raise her head because the sensation was as strong as the kiss.
Edwin lowered the bride's veil again with a gentle hand. Jerun, who was about to proclaim the holy marriage, looked at the Prince for a moment with puzzled eyes.
But Edwin only smiled and did not lift the veil again.
Because he, the groom, had to be the only one who could see those pretty cheeks turning as red as an apple.
Jerun finished her blessing, thinking to herself that the communication between the two parties must have been poor.
“We hereby declare in front of everyone that the marriage of Prince Edwin Lowell Vikander and Princess Olivia Lowell Vikander has been concluded.”
There was warm applause. The Prince and Princess turned around and began to walk down the red carpet where they pledged eternity. No one pointed out the veil on the Princess's face.
They just felt that the whole scene was beautiful.
Under the stained glass with brilliant light pouring in, the groom wearing a black robe appeared.
Even though he was just standing there, the Prince dominated the entire green hall.
His face, with hair as black as crow feathers, fully revealed his delicate and beautiful beauty. The sharp edges of the eyes gave off a dangerous atmosphere.
Those who were captivated by that face only later glanced sideways at how tall the Prince was and how strong his well-built body was.
It was then.
Bride’s entrance!
The bride, who slowly appeared with a loud voice, was completely pure white, unlike the jet-black groom.
The wedding dress sparkled as if diamond dust had been sprinkled on it, and it was full of silk lace so rich that the ends could not be recognized, and on her long, slender neck like that of a deer, there was a double necklace of five colors and a white crystal necklace the size of a fingernail.
In her lace-gloved hands, she held a bouquet of flowers.
A sacred and strange light flowed from the tiara that held the veil in place, but what caught the guests' attention at this moment was the bride's face barely visible beyond the sparkling veil.
Every time a glimpse of red lips appeared on the elegant jawline, the guests imagined the bride's face covered by a veil.
Meanwhile, the two people began to walk reverently. At some point, the groom was matching his bride's pace, even his cool eyes softening to sweetness.
In that proud and dignified procession, the guests were nodding their heads without realizing it.
But none of these guests knew.
The fact that Olivia, beneath the beautiful veil, was trembling with tension. Only Edwin, who was walking with her, noticed that her hand holding the bouquet shook with every step she took.
And Edwin liked that fact very much.
Everything about Olivia is his. The slightly insidious imagination he wishes he had kept to himself came to light when the celebrant, Jerun, invited the bride to kiss.
Just from the stinging gaze, Edwin knew that everyone at this wedding hall was looking forward to the moment when the bride's veil was removed.
So, with the most careful hands, he lifted the veil so that only he could see it.
That was an excellent choice.
The moment their eyes met, Olivia relaxed as if she was relieved, and she was so beautiful that he was ecstatic. Edwin controlled himself as he looked at her beautifully curved eyelids.
And Edwin, who kissed her briefly, whispered in Olivia's ear.
“You couldn’t be prettier, Olivia.”
The voice that reached her ears was intimate. Olivia couldn't raise her head because the sensation was as strong as the kiss.
Edwin lowered the bride's veil again with a gentle hand. Jerun, who was about to proclaim the holy marriage, looked at the Prince for a moment with puzzled eyes.
But Edwin only smiled and did not lift the veil again.
Because he, the groom, had to be the only one who could see those pretty cheeks turning as red as an apple.
Jerun finished her blessing, thinking to herself that the communication between the two parties must have been poor.
“We hereby declare in front of everyone that the marriage of Prince Edwin Lowell Vikander and Princess Olivia Lowell Vikander has been concluded.”
There was warm applause. The Prince and Princess turned around and began to walk down the red carpet where they pledged eternity. No one pointed out the veil on the Princess's face.
They just felt that the whole scene was beautiful.
***
The wedding proceeded as scheduled.
After leaving the castle, the Prince and his wife took a ride around the capital in a beautiful carriage. Every time the wind blew, the Princess's veil became disheveled, revealing her pretty, brightly smiling face.
It is the marriage of a beautiful Prince and a pretty Saint.
The crowd applauded and cheered at the nickname, which was glorious enough to make them proud. They had a great hope that their future path would be filled with only blessings.
Tears also flowed as the applause poured in. Ethella and Sally were not the only ones who shed tears.
Aside from Bethanny, whose eyes were already swollen, the eyes of the knights of Vikander, who were as hard as iron armor, also turned red.
Dean had to keep wiping away his tears, and even Howard was trying to hide the lump in his throat.
Winster looked at them all and burst into laughter.
Oh my Goodness, the happier days like this make him smile. Every time tears welled up, he became more vigilant.
The crowd in the castle had all been confirmed, but he didn't know. It was truly a coincidence that he saw a familiar face with such sharp eyes.
Jade Madeleine. No matter how much he pulled down his hood, Winster couldn't forget that face. Go right now...!
“Leave him alone.”
Winster stopped and turned around. The King was smiling. As if he knew Jade Madeleine's comings and goings.
“But Your Majesty...”
Winster, who was about to protest, suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. Even though he was smiling slowly, the King looked at Jade Madeleine with a gaze as cold as midwinter frost.
“That would be punishment for him.”
Even though it's close, he doesn't dare to approach him. The King smiled generously again and said to Winster.
“Isn’t this Vikander’s sergeant? At least we should feed him and send him off.”
Winster understood correctly that the order was to send the food out of the territory as soon as it was eaten.
But unfortunately, what Winster expected did not happen.
The guy who had been watching from afar as the carriage with the Prince and wife drove around the estate suddenly disappeared.
Meanwhile, the cheers for the Prince and Princess grew louder. The heat gradually rose steeper.
So much so that the Prince and Princess, who were responding, ended up having to walk around the estate one more time.
***
“Well then, have a good night. Your Royal Highness.”
On the night when the moon rose, the maids who helped the Princess decorate for the night quickly left the room. I checked myself in the mirror.
I wore pretty nightgowns and elegant gowns. My gently combed hair smelled sweet, and my well-cared-for skin was silky smooth.
But there was one more thing that excited me as much as all this.
Olivia Lowell Vikander.
The newly given castle was surprisingly nice. I kept laughing so much that it seemed like I would even forget Bethanny's instructions.
"Miss. No, let’s tell the vision now. Be prepared, look in the mirror, and go in slowly.”
It won't work. After recalling Bethany's voice once again, I balled my hand into fists.
I took a deep breath and left the bathroom, forgetting the presence of the magic stone necklace and the thread anklets, which I wore as was my habit after the maids left.
At the same time, I opened my eyes wide without realizing it.
My small hands reflexively grasped the front of the gown. Edwin smiled softly, looking at his astonished face like a rabbit.
"Why are you so surprised? We're a couple.”
“...I'm not really surprised. Just a little.”
Between married couples. I muttered the words under my breath. As if my excited mood was conveyed, my graceful steps gradually became more cheerful.
Edwin, who had been obsessively watching every moment, quietly called my name the moment I sat down on the bed.
“...Olivia.”
As I sat down on the high bed, the hem of my long soft gown and pretty nightgown rose above my ankles. My white, small feet were exposed, and the thread anklets on my slender ankles came down on the tops of my fair feet.
While Edwin's gaze lowered as he looked at me, I suppressed my nerves and responded playfully.
"Why?"
“I was filled with emotion. Olivia probably doesn’t know how much I wanted to see this thread anklet.”
A thread anklet. I quietly looked down at my feet. It was like that back then too. If a man without greed says something like this...
“I care about it, but... If you really want, I’ll give it to you as a gift.”
It was a big decision for me, but suddenly a refreshing smile appeared.
I, who pouted my lips in embarrassment, flinched as I turned my gaze to him.
Since when?
His deep gaze was devouring me. His smile, as wonderful as crushed chocolate, filled the room.
“Why are you falling all of a sudden?”
“I think it’s because it’s cold.”
“It can’t be cold.”
Edwin smiled lowly and glanced at my neck. I groped my neck, as was my habit. A firm touch touched my fingertips, and my lips slowly parted.
The magic stone necklace that Baron Stone offered wasn't meant for times like this, right?
However, Edwin corrected my 'no way' with confidence.
"Do not forget. I am always ready for you, Young Lady.”
Edwin laughed mischievously.
“I am a prepared man like this.”
Edwin, who was smiling proudly, slowly got down on one knee in front of me. I looked up at his beautiful face.
His thin, curved eyes were extremely docile, and his red eyes reflected temptation so vividly that it seemed distant. Edwin's neck rang slowly and his breath came closer and closer.
In her breathtaking contrast, I stumbled as if I might lose my balance. As I lay down on the bed naturally, I could feel the coolness of the blanket behind me.
My head felt dizzy, and there seemed to be a strange heat in my cheeks. His sweet and wonderful scent stimulated the tip of my nose.
“Is My Lady ready to love me like this?”
His intense gaze was desperately looking for me. And now, I thought, was me, the time to pull Edwin's arm around me.
"Sure."
While Edwin, who was helplessly dragged on top of me, looked at me as if he was a little surprised. I slowly kissed the inside wrist of Edwin's large, strong hand that was held by me.
I grinned, pressing down on his rapidly pounding pulse.
“How can I just look at such a pretty husband?”
Ah, this seems like a big deal.
Feeling his head tingling, Edwin lifted the corner of his mouth lazily. The inside of his wrist was hot. No, his whole body became hot.
The yellow crown that Baron Stone had painstakingly prepared has already disappeared into the memory. There were many gifts prepared, but Edwin shrugged his shoulders and put them all aside.
Then, he intertwined his fingers between my slender fingers. The delicate flesh between my fingers touched tightly.
My fingers trembled, but Edwin did not let go of my hand. Instead, he kissed my pretty lips, which made me not know what to do.
It was the beginning of a long night.
“Why are you falling all of a sudden?”
“I think it’s because it’s cold.”
“It can’t be cold.”
Edwin smiled lowly and glanced at my neck. I groped my neck, as was my habit. A firm touch touched my fingertips, and my lips slowly parted.
The magic stone necklace that Baron Stone offered wasn't meant for times like this, right?
However, Edwin corrected my 'no way' with confidence.
"Do not forget. I am always ready for you, Young Lady.”
Edwin laughed mischievously.
“I am a prepared man like this.”
Edwin, who was smiling proudly, slowly got down on one knee in front of me. I looked up at his beautiful face.
His thin, curved eyes were extremely docile, and his red eyes reflected temptation so vividly that it seemed distant. Edwin's neck rang slowly and his breath came closer and closer.
In her breathtaking contrast, I stumbled as if I might lose my balance. As I lay down on the bed naturally, I could feel the coolness of the blanket behind me.
My head felt dizzy, and there seemed to be a strange heat in my cheeks. His sweet and wonderful scent stimulated the tip of my nose.
“Is My Lady ready to love me like this?”
His intense gaze was desperately looking for me. And now, I thought, was me, the time to pull Edwin's arm around me.
"Sure."
While Edwin, who was helplessly dragged on top of me, looked at me as if he was a little surprised. I slowly kissed the inside wrist of Edwin's large, strong hand that was held by me.
I grinned, pressing down on his rapidly pounding pulse.
“How can I just look at such a pretty husband?”
Ah, this seems like a big deal.
Feeling his head tingling, Edwin lifted the corner of his mouth lazily. The inside of his wrist was hot. No, his whole body became hot.
The yellow crown that Baron Stone had painstakingly prepared has already disappeared into the memory. There were many gifts prepared, but Edwin shrugged his shoulders and put them all aside.
Then, he intertwined his fingers between my slender fingers. The delicate flesh between my fingers touched tightly.
My fingers trembled, but Edwin did not let go of my hand. Instead, he kissed my pretty lips, which made me not know what to do.
It was the beginning of a long night.
.***
A voice filled with laughter came into my ears as if they were wet with water. I swallowed my saliva. My neck hurt. I didn't know that maybe my whole body was in pain.
“...”
Every time a pleasant voice reached my ears, I was showered with affectionate kisses on my face. His sweet and gentle voice was careful and affectionate.
I listened intently to the sound of his words. It was disgusting to hear that his earnest, whisper-like voice sounded muffled.
But at some point, I grew confident that I could infer what his voice was trying to convey to me. It's hard to hear, but what's inside is the same sweetness and texture that poured into me last night.
An overwhelming feeling as if soft sunlight was pecking at my entire body, strong sensations rushing in like a turbulent wave. A desperate yet numb touch and a thrilling and thrilling heat for a moment.
Every touch on my skin was speaking.
This is definitely the most heartbreaking love in the world.
“... Love you. I love you, Liv.”
Only then did I hear the voice clearly.
I slowly opened my eyes. In the dark night, each time I blinked, the outlines became clearer, layer by layer.
Only after I had fully seen Edwin's delicate beauty as he held me did I discover that his eyes were focused only on me.
I cleared my throat loudly at the look in his eyes that was filled with me and that he couldn't help but love me so much.
Even though my voice was hoarse and my eyes were puffy from crying all the time. I was confident that my appearance would be extremely beautiful to the man in front of me.
“.... I Love."
Edwin smiled brightly as if kissing that assurance. And then the gentle kisses started pouring in again.
***
Wedding of the century.
Regarding the wedding of Prince Vikander and his wife, the nobles who attended expressed their impressions.
From romantic stories like the union of a Prince and a Saint in fairy tales, such as how lovely the small, pretty bride was, and how honey seemed to drip from the tall groom's eyes.
“How about a dress that sparkles as if sprinkled with jewel powder, as well as jewels on the tiara?”
“It’s amazing. He had amassed so much wealth that his eyes lit up as soon as he entered the capital city. It would also be true that the wizard destroyed the Grand Duke's residence in an instant. The knights were formidable.”
The immense wealth and sharp-edged knights accumulated by the Vikander Kingdom.
And...
“...But from the Madeleine duchy, only the Princess came, right?”
"Oh my God. Well, no matter how saintly she is, there is no way she would have such a heartless father.”
There was even criticism of the Duke of Madeleine, who was nervous and lowered his head.
The news about Vikander's Prince and his wife was like water poured on parched earth. The continent, thirsty for joy, wanted more stories as if it were thirsty.
However, not all places accepted water as a blessing. Sometimes, muddy water forms in the surface water.
It was expected that envy and jealousy toward the picturesquely beautiful couple would appear in the stories that were being passed around from mouth to mouth.
Conrad reported all of this to the Duke of Madeleine. And the Duke of Madeleine finally realized that the time had come.
He looked at his desk with emotionless eyes.
The pile of documents piled high was the sharp and fiercely forged blade of the Duke of Madeleine.
***
“... You disappeared for several months. What did you just say, Duke? A noble trial?”
The Emperor couldn't believe his ears for a moment. No matter how much he dyed his hair, it was impossible to restore his hearing, which had quickly deteriorated.
However, the Duke of Madeleine was speaking to the Emperor in a low-pitched voice.
“There are a total of three people who will be held accountable. The Duke of Elkin who drugged me, the Princess who bought something at a forbidden underground auction, and... ”
Not only the Duke of Elkin but also the Princess...! The Emperor, who was about to get angry, suddenly blinked.
Obviously, it said three. Is the Duke really trying to blame him, the Emperor?
As a chill ran down the Emperor's back, the Duke of Madeleine continued to recite with dry eyes.
“...Even the Empress who thoughtlessly murdered her pregnant grandson. So please hold a trial, Your Majesty."
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