Three Weeks Later
The Holy Land had never been busier.
News of the upcoming marriage between Kael, the Goddess's chosen companion and Princess Amelia Bleaufort of Eurasania had spread like wildfire across the continent.
Preparations were in full swing.
In one of the grand private chambers of the Goddess' Residence, Amelia stood on a raised platform in front of a full-length mirror, surrounded by a team of the finest tailors and seamstresses from both Cene and Eurasania.
She wore a breathtaking wedding gown in progress with layers of pristine white silk and sky-blue accents.
The dress was elegant yet modest, with flowing sleeves and a long train.
Amelia stared at her reflection and she turned slightly, watching how the fabric moved with her.
Freya stood nearby looking at her with a proud, slightly emotional smile.
She had taken charge of many of the preparations, ensuring everything is perfect.
