The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Mother And Son

The wedding ceremony started with the bride entering the wedding hall.

Though this was an arranged marriage with a political agenda, a decision made by their parents for them, it was obvious that for Princess Meira, this was a wedding she wanted with the man she had feelings for.

Maybe it was simple attraction, maybe it was yet to develop into love, but still, the way her eyes brightened at the sight of the man waiting for her at the end of the aisle touched the hearts of many guests.

As for Prince Lenard, he was nervously waiting in place. The moment his gaze landed on his bride, his entire face turned crimson red. This made Arlan almost laugh out loud, and his mother had to pinch his arm so that he would remain well-behaved.

Standing in front of the altar, the bride and the groom exchanged their vows in front of King Armen Ilven of Abetha.

After the King of Abetha declared them husband and wife, the crowd erupted in loud cheers.

The teary-eyed Julien looked at her eldest son. " I want to see you getting married as well."

Arlan had nothing to say to his mother other than offering her an apologetic gaze.

"I mean it, Arlan."

Seeing the genuine concern in his mother’s eyes, Arlan did not want to say his real thoughts to her face. He simply caressed her hand. " It is Lenard’s special day, Mother. Let’s be happy for the brat."

Julien agreed and smiled as well. " Don’t call him a brat, at least not on his wedding day."

Arlan merely shrugged, but for some reason, he remembered overhearing a certain village girl calling him that. He somewhat imagined Julien admonishing the black-clothed girl, telling her not to call him a brat.

"Who are you staring at?" Julien asked. She followed his line of sight and saw a handful of young noblewomen in that direction. "Did any young lady get your attention?"

"Hmm."

"May I know who?"

"I believe her name is Julien Cromwell."

That elicited another pinch on the waist. Arlan laughed. "When my beautiful mother is next to me, how dare I look elsewhere? The beauty of the Queen of Griven far outshines all the ladies in this hall."

Julien chuckled. "Sweet talker."

Although Queen Julien was not his birth mother, for Arlan, she was his real mother. This lovely lady single-handedly raised three children without discrimination and bias. She tried her best to never let them miss their birth mothers and she was so far successful. That was also the reason why Alvera, Arlan and Lenard grew up more harmoniously than most real siblings from other families.

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A lavish banquet followed to celebrate Lenard and Meira’s union.

For this party hosted by the Ilven Royal Family, not only acquaintances from the groom’s and bride’s families participated. It was opened to all the nobles of Abetha, as well as their families. This was made to promote the strengthened alliance between Abetha and Griven.