Episode 73. The First Commoner Princess
In an instant, a huge cheer erupted from behind.
As Leonard stood in front of Noah and Olivia and started to walk, hymns echoed from inside the cathedral as well.
Lucy and the flower children who had been waiting inside followed the priests holding the insignia as they walked, scattering flowers on the floor.
Leonard walked first along the flower path that the flower children had created, followed by Noah and Olivia. Today, Noah took precedence over Crown Prince Usher. Usher walked, watching his brother's back as if guarding his own.
Children lined up on both sides, dressed in white robes, sang in beautiful tones, and behind them, numerous nobles rose simultaneously to pay homage to the royal family.
Even those who had been constantly badmouthing Olivia out of the Queen's ear before the royal family entered were unable to open their mouths at that moment.
“I heard that since she doesn’t have any relatives, His Majesty is providing escorts.”
"Is that all? What bride doesn't have a bridesmaid? After all, if she doesn't have any family, how could she possibly have friends?"
"The royal family's reputation is beyond words. What could Prince Noah possibly be missing that made him fall for such a woman?"
“Her face is half and half, right?”
"Then, if you make it a government, that's it. Honestly, even if it were a government, it would be of a lower standard."
However, they could not bring themselves to discuss the 'rank' when they saw the bride and groom with the Crown Prince at their backs, led by Leonard II.
After staring at the sight for a while in silence, someone whispered softly.
“It seems like she was born with just one talent.”
“What is it?”
“She's lucky.”
Those around him nodded absentmindedly. Even as they did so, their gazes slid over to Olivia.
The hem of the bride's dress sparkled with mysterious colors in the colorful light passing through the stained glass on the side.
This was because thousands of pearls were hidden between the hems of the rich dress that often wrapped around the Princess's legs, shining brilliantly.
The tiara bestowed by the Queen shone brightly in the sunlight pouring down from the ceiling, and beneath it, her neat and tidy features were imbued with an elegant beauty like a neat dress.
Today, she looked like a single, orphaned lily.
Herod's messengers surrounded her, as if warning those who had sworn never to treat the commoner who had risen to prominence like Astrid.
As Lucy, playing the role of flower girl, scattered the last handful of flower petals onto the floor, the priests holding the insignia parted to either side. The mother on the left smiled brightly and nodded in agreement.
As the relatives who had been playing the harp with her all returned to their parents' embrace, Lucy tried to run to her mother. But her father's hand stopped her.
Lucy lifted her head, beaming at the familiar warmth that enveloped her shoulders. Leonard looked down at his daughter, who was beaming brightly in her flower crown, and smiled fondly.
Leonard took a step back, still holding Lucy's hand. Then, images of Noah and Olivia, previously unseen, flashed before the girl's eyes.
"Wow..."
Lucy let out a gasp without realizing it.
The sight of her grown-up brother was so familiar that she felt no emotion, but what captured the girl's heart was Olivia's appearance.
The girl's heart swelled as she gazed at Olivia, her white veil hanging down. Even as she turned, holding her father's hand, Lucy kept her head turned to look at Olivia.
“Lucy.”
Only when Usher approached and affectionately called her name did she come to her senses. Leonard took his daughter's hand and sat down beside Beatrix, and Usher sat beside his mother.
Margot stared blankly at Olivia as she approached, step by step. The image of the fifteen-year-old girl, clenching her teeth and strolling through the schoolyard, overlapped with hers, and Margot's heart ached.
As her eyes grew red, Noah and Olivia, the wedding guests, finally stood before the archbishop. The hymns that had been echoing across the cathedral ceiling ceased, and the priest rang the bell.
Olivia released Noah's grip and straightened her back, holding the bouquet in both hands.
The moment that seemed so daunting even to imagine had finally arrived, but it was far more bearable than she imagined. Unlike her previous experiences, where she had to navigate everything alone, the knowledge that someone was walking this path with her was a great comfort.
Olivia looked up, sensing Noah's presence standing beside her.
As Noah took off his hat and sword and handed them to the priest standing beside him, the archbishop looked at them both in turn and preached about the duties of a married couple based on faith.
Olivia often nodded and listened to him, while Noah was extremely indifferent, so the archbishop ended up speaking only to Olivia.
No matter how I look at it, it seems like you need to listen to what I say and educate your husband, sister.
As the sermon, which had been going on endlessly like a song, ended, Noah, who had been enduring boredom until then, finally looked up.
The archbishop looked straight at the Prince with wide eyes.
Since you have not listened to a single word of mine until now, make this covenant certain.
The archbishop, suppressing his feelings, recited the covenant first.
“I, Noah Astrid, take Olivia Liberty as my wife and swear to love and cherish her for the rest of my life.”
Noah repeated the Archbishop's words word for word.
“I, Noah Astrid, take Olivia Liberty as my wife and swear to love and cherish her for the rest of my life.”
After his vows were over, the Archbishop turned to Olivia with a gentle gaze and recited the vows in a much more subdued voice.
“I, Olivia Liberty, take Noah Astrid as my husband and pledge to love and cherish him for the rest of my life.”
Olivia took a deep breath and repeated his words.
The archbishop looked at the handsome man and woman in turn, then announced that the ceremony had begun.
“By this, you have made a covenant before your God, which you will keep until death separates you.”
Soon, the priest who had been waiting approached Noah and Olivia. Olivia handed him the bouquet she was holding, then turned halfway toward Noah.
The pulse, which had been calm until now, surged again.
Noah slowly extended his left hand to her. He was wearing sleek, glossy black gloves again today.
Olivia stared blankly at the hand that had made her feel smaller and sometimes even thrilled.
She never dared to imagine that something like this would happen.
Olivia carefully unbuttoned his wrist and pulled his gloves off, revealing his long, straight fingers. The transparent sunlight filtering through the ceiling created small patterns on Noah's hands.
Olivia cupped his palm with one hand and slipped the ring onto his long, straight finger. As the ring passed over his smooth nail, then around the smooth curve, finally reaching the tip of his knuckle, Olivia looked up.
Then, she immediately met his eyes. Fearing that her pounding heart might reach his ears, Olivia quickly lowered her gaze and breathed slowly.
She turned her body a little further and raised her left hand. This time, Noah took her hand. He pulled the delicate lace ribbon around her wrist, untied it, and gently removed the glove.
A small, white hand slowly appeared.
Looking at the tiny hand with its pink fingertips, Noah suddenly remembered the small hand that had untied the thread that had been tangled in his hand.
At that time, he never thought this day would come.
Noah unconsciously pulled his lips into a smile, as if he could hear the cautious applause of that day.
As everyone's eyes were focused on the Prince, a smile appeared on his lips, and the royal family members who were watching him up close were stirred.
Leonard, who was looking straight at his son, smiled and whispered to the Queen.
“Look, Trixie. That’s what he’s like.”
Beatrix couldn't help but laugh.
Oh my goodness. Noah Astrid is laughing like that in a place like this.
Noah gently slipped a wedding ring, set with a diamond the size of a thumbnail, onto Olivia's ring finger. The ring matched her pale, slender fingers perfectly.
Now that they had exchanged rings, all that was left was a kiss of vows.
Olivia looked at Noah with pleading eyes, recalling the feeling of her lips being licked softly the night before. Unable to speak, she opened her eyes wide, trying to express her feelings.
Noah immediately knew what Olivia was thinking, her face filled with longing and her pitch-black eyes shining.
It can't be like yesterday, Your Highness.
Just do so, Your Highness!
He shouldn't have laughed, but Noah couldn't stop laughing because he found Olivia funny.
Noah felt like he would burst out laughing if he waited any longer, so he reached out to Olivia's ear before the Archbishop could finish speaking.
“Oh my, oh my!”
"Oh my god!"
It is customary to only tilt one's head without touching the bride's body, but the Prince boldly supported the bride's head and tilted his head.
Olivia closed her eyes as she watched Noah approach.
He was a comet that suddenly appeared in her life, a tidal wave that overwhelmed everything. Feeling the overflowing sea engulfing her, Olivia yearned for a brief moment.
I hope I'm not just a burden you can never escape.
I hope it's not just a heavy responsibility on your shoulders.
His soft lips touched hers lightly and then left.
It was definitely a different kiss from yesterday.
Olivia opened her eyes, letting out a short breath she'd been holding. Noah removed the large hand that had been supporting her head and whispered softly through his lips.
'Okay?'
However, the inside of the cathedral had already become a place of quiet screams.
Leonard constantly whispered to Beatrix to look at him, telling her that he was not a bad father.
Those who knew the consistently cynical and bored Noah blinked in confusion at the smile that had appeared on the Prince's face just before the kiss.
Really, is Noah Astrid in love?!
Was that rumor, like a cloud, true?!
So don't kiss so boldly!
But Noah didn't seem to care about such a fuss, and Olivia was simply relieved and satisfied with the kiss, which was more reverent than yesterday.
As a result, only the bride and groom were at peace.
The archbishop looked back and forth between the couple, who were both looking at him with identical expressions, as if he found it absurd, and then solemnly declared:
“With this, I hereby acknowledge the marriage of the two before God.”
And with that, Olivia Liberty became Olivia Rosemond Astrid.
Herod first commoner to be born into the royal family.
In an instant, a huge cheer erupted from behind.
As Leonard stood in front of Noah and Olivia and started to walk, hymns echoed from inside the cathedral as well.
Lucy and the flower children who had been waiting inside followed the priests holding the insignia as they walked, scattering flowers on the floor.
Leonard walked first along the flower path that the flower children had created, followed by Noah and Olivia. Today, Noah took precedence over Crown Prince Usher. Usher walked, watching his brother's back as if guarding his own.
Children lined up on both sides, dressed in white robes, sang in beautiful tones, and behind them, numerous nobles rose simultaneously to pay homage to the royal family.
Even those who had been constantly badmouthing Olivia out of the Queen's ear before the royal family entered were unable to open their mouths at that moment.
“I heard that since she doesn’t have any relatives, His Majesty is providing escorts.”
"Is that all? What bride doesn't have a bridesmaid? After all, if she doesn't have any family, how could she possibly have friends?"
"The royal family's reputation is beyond words. What could Prince Noah possibly be missing that made him fall for such a woman?"
“Her face is half and half, right?”
"Then, if you make it a government, that's it. Honestly, even if it were a government, it would be of a lower standard."
However, they could not bring themselves to discuss the 'rank' when they saw the bride and groom with the Crown Prince at their backs, led by Leonard II.
After staring at the sight for a while in silence, someone whispered softly.
“It seems like she was born with just one talent.”
“What is it?”
“She's lucky.”
Those around him nodded absentmindedly. Even as they did so, their gazes slid over to Olivia.
The hem of the bride's dress sparkled with mysterious colors in the colorful light passing through the stained glass on the side.
This was because thousands of pearls were hidden between the hems of the rich dress that often wrapped around the Princess's legs, shining brilliantly.
The tiara bestowed by the Queen shone brightly in the sunlight pouring down from the ceiling, and beneath it, her neat and tidy features were imbued with an elegant beauty like a neat dress.
Today, she looked like a single, orphaned lily.
Herod's messengers surrounded her, as if warning those who had sworn never to treat the commoner who had risen to prominence like Astrid.
As Lucy, playing the role of flower girl, scattered the last handful of flower petals onto the floor, the priests holding the insignia parted to either side. The mother on the left smiled brightly and nodded in agreement.
As the relatives who had been playing the harp with her all returned to their parents' embrace, Lucy tried to run to her mother. But her father's hand stopped her.
Lucy lifted her head, beaming at the familiar warmth that enveloped her shoulders. Leonard looked down at his daughter, who was beaming brightly in her flower crown, and smiled fondly.
Leonard took a step back, still holding Lucy's hand. Then, images of Noah and Olivia, previously unseen, flashed before the girl's eyes.
"Wow..."
Lucy let out a gasp without realizing it.
The sight of her grown-up brother was so familiar that she felt no emotion, but what captured the girl's heart was Olivia's appearance.
The girl's heart swelled as she gazed at Olivia, her white veil hanging down. Even as she turned, holding her father's hand, Lucy kept her head turned to look at Olivia.
“Lucy.”
Only when Usher approached and affectionately called her name did she come to her senses. Leonard took his daughter's hand and sat down beside Beatrix, and Usher sat beside his mother.
Margot stared blankly at Olivia as she approached, step by step. The image of the fifteen-year-old girl, clenching her teeth and strolling through the schoolyard, overlapped with hers, and Margot's heart ached.
As her eyes grew red, Noah and Olivia, the wedding guests, finally stood before the archbishop. The hymns that had been echoing across the cathedral ceiling ceased, and the priest rang the bell.
Olivia released Noah's grip and straightened her back, holding the bouquet in both hands.
The moment that seemed so daunting even to imagine had finally arrived, but it was far more bearable than she imagined. Unlike her previous experiences, where she had to navigate everything alone, the knowledge that someone was walking this path with her was a great comfort.
Olivia looked up, sensing Noah's presence standing beside her.
As Noah took off his hat and sword and handed them to the priest standing beside him, the archbishop looked at them both in turn and preached about the duties of a married couple based on faith.
Olivia often nodded and listened to him, while Noah was extremely indifferent, so the archbishop ended up speaking only to Olivia.
No matter how I look at it, it seems like you need to listen to what I say and educate your husband, sister.
As the sermon, which had been going on endlessly like a song, ended, Noah, who had been enduring boredom until then, finally looked up.
The archbishop looked straight at the Prince with wide eyes.
Since you have not listened to a single word of mine until now, make this covenant certain.
The archbishop, suppressing his feelings, recited the covenant first.
“I, Noah Astrid, take Olivia Liberty as my wife and swear to love and cherish her for the rest of my life.”
Noah repeated the Archbishop's words word for word.
“I, Noah Astrid, take Olivia Liberty as my wife and swear to love and cherish her for the rest of my life.”
After his vows were over, the Archbishop turned to Olivia with a gentle gaze and recited the vows in a much more subdued voice.
“I, Olivia Liberty, take Noah Astrid as my husband and pledge to love and cherish him for the rest of my life.”
Olivia took a deep breath and repeated his words.
The archbishop looked at the handsome man and woman in turn, then announced that the ceremony had begun.
“By this, you have made a covenant before your God, which you will keep until death separates you.”
Soon, the priest who had been waiting approached Noah and Olivia. Olivia handed him the bouquet she was holding, then turned halfway toward Noah.
The pulse, which had been calm until now, surged again.
Noah slowly extended his left hand to her. He was wearing sleek, glossy black gloves again today.
Olivia stared blankly at the hand that had made her feel smaller and sometimes even thrilled.
She never dared to imagine that something like this would happen.
Olivia carefully unbuttoned his wrist and pulled his gloves off, revealing his long, straight fingers. The transparent sunlight filtering through the ceiling created small patterns on Noah's hands.
Olivia cupped his palm with one hand and slipped the ring onto his long, straight finger. As the ring passed over his smooth nail, then around the smooth curve, finally reaching the tip of his knuckle, Olivia looked up.
Then, she immediately met his eyes. Fearing that her pounding heart might reach his ears, Olivia quickly lowered her gaze and breathed slowly.
She turned her body a little further and raised her left hand. This time, Noah took her hand. He pulled the delicate lace ribbon around her wrist, untied it, and gently removed the glove.
A small, white hand slowly appeared.
Looking at the tiny hand with its pink fingertips, Noah suddenly remembered the small hand that had untied the thread that had been tangled in his hand.
At that time, he never thought this day would come.
Noah unconsciously pulled his lips into a smile, as if he could hear the cautious applause of that day.
As everyone's eyes were focused on the Prince, a smile appeared on his lips, and the royal family members who were watching him up close were stirred.
Leonard, who was looking straight at his son, smiled and whispered to the Queen.
“Look, Trixie. That’s what he’s like.”
Beatrix couldn't help but laugh.
Oh my goodness. Noah Astrid is laughing like that in a place like this.
Noah gently slipped a wedding ring, set with a diamond the size of a thumbnail, onto Olivia's ring finger. The ring matched her pale, slender fingers perfectly.
Now that they had exchanged rings, all that was left was a kiss of vows.
Olivia looked at Noah with pleading eyes, recalling the feeling of her lips being licked softly the night before. Unable to speak, she opened her eyes wide, trying to express her feelings.
Noah immediately knew what Olivia was thinking, her face filled with longing and her pitch-black eyes shining.
It can't be like yesterday, Your Highness.
Just do so, Your Highness!
He shouldn't have laughed, but Noah couldn't stop laughing because he found Olivia funny.
Noah felt like he would burst out laughing if he waited any longer, so he reached out to Olivia's ear before the Archbishop could finish speaking.
“Oh my, oh my!”
"Oh my god!"
It is customary to only tilt one's head without touching the bride's body, but the Prince boldly supported the bride's head and tilted his head.
Olivia closed her eyes as she watched Noah approach.
He was a comet that suddenly appeared in her life, a tidal wave that overwhelmed everything. Feeling the overflowing sea engulfing her, Olivia yearned for a brief moment.
I hope I'm not just a burden you can never escape.
I hope it's not just a heavy responsibility on your shoulders.
His soft lips touched hers lightly and then left.
It was definitely a different kiss from yesterday.
Olivia opened her eyes, letting out a short breath she'd been holding. Noah removed the large hand that had been supporting her head and whispered softly through his lips.
'Okay?'
However, the inside of the cathedral had already become a place of quiet screams.
Leonard constantly whispered to Beatrix to look at him, telling her that he was not a bad father.
Those who knew the consistently cynical and bored Noah blinked in confusion at the smile that had appeared on the Prince's face just before the kiss.
Really, is Noah Astrid in love?!
Was that rumor, like a cloud, true?!
So don't kiss so boldly!
But Noah didn't seem to care about such a fuss, and Olivia was simply relieved and satisfied with the kiss, which was more reverent than yesterday.
As a result, only the bride and groom were at peace.
The archbishop looked back and forth between the couple, who were both looking at him with identical expressions, as if he found it absurd, and then solemnly declared:
“With this, I hereby acknowledge the marriage of the two before God.”
And with that, Olivia Liberty became Olivia Rosemond Astrid.
Herod first commoner to be born into the royal family.
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