Amidst the gathering, a petite girl joyfully clapped her hands. "My uncle is married! I have another beautiful aunt now," she exclaimed.
Alevra cast a fond gaze at her spirited daughter, sharing in her happiness for her brother. "Rayjin, be careful. You might trip."
"I won’t, mother," Rayjin replied. "I want to go to my aunt."
"You can, but wait for a moment," Alvera reassured.
"But..."
"Rayjin, heed your mother," Duke Wimark chimed in, his expression firm.
Unable to defy her father’s serious demeanor, the little girl quietly took her seat. Duke Wimark discerned the displeasure on his daughter’s face and affectionately patted her head. "We’ll offer our congratulations properly in a little while."
Rayjin nodded, her gaze fixed on the altar. "Mother, why does my aunt look so familiar?" Due to the distance, Rayjin couldn’t discern Oriana clearly, especially since she was now clad in women’s attire instead of the men’s clothing Rayjin had seen her in before.
"Does she?" Alvera chuckled and clarified, "You encountered her when she was leaving Wimark with your uncle."
"Hmm, but she had a veil on her face then. Now, as I observe her..."
"You’ll have a better view when you meet her up close."
"Okay, mother."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Arlan’s friends Arthur, Nathaniel, and a few others joined the cheers along with the rest of the guests. These were sons of esteemed families who had grown up with Arlan and served together in the military.
"Nathan, how about passing me another small potion of that exquisite wine collection of yours?" Arthur commented.
Nathaniel offered him an annoyed glare, "What if I take back what I’ve already given you?"
"Come on, that was part of our deal for sharing a secret. Now they’re even married, so let’s celebrate by you sharing some more."
"What deal are you two discussing?" inquired another friend.
"They’re talking about a deal. I heard Nathan was sharing a part of his prized wine collection," chimed in another.
"What? Are you serious? Why have we never received anything from this stingy Nathaniel?"
Arthur chuckled and grinned coyly at Nathaniel, "Because dimwitted kinds like you don’t deserve it," he looked at Nathaniel, "I am a bit special, aren’t I?"
"Get lost," Nathaniel frowned with irritation. "It’s Arlan’s wedding. Pay attention to that."
"What about the wine?" everyone exclaimed simultaneously, not giving up.
Turning to Oriana, the queen, with a warm and gracious smile, extended her blessings. "Dear Oriana, embrace our family with open hearts. May you find solace and comfort in our midst, and may your journey with our son be adorned with love and understanding. May laughter fill your days, and may both of you grow and flourish together, hand in hand." free𝑤ebnovel.com
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