Inside the castle's grand hall, candlelight and sunlight filtering through stained-glass windows intertwined, bathing the entire space in a magnificent golden glow.
The guests were seated according to their status, with nobles in formal attire occupying the front rows while representatives of the common folk sat quietly in the back.
The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of Snowball Flowers and white roses—an aroma unique to weddings in the Northern Territory.
When Murphy, dressed in a deep blue velvet formal suit, appeared at the entrance of the hall, a ripple of whispers went through the crowd.
He presented himself as Melfield. Although his features were plain, his tall, straight posture and the power he was about to wield over the territory prompted many a noble lady to whisper amongst themselves.
Old Allen sat among the common folk, his eyes fixed on Aurora, full of paternal affection, as if watching his own daughter get married.
