The morning of the wedding dawned cold and clear, the sky a pale, washed blue that seemed to go on forever.
The wedding was held in the Grand Hall of the Valtor estate.
The hall was ancient, built before the capital, before the kingdom was established, before the rifts that had torn the world apart and put it back together wrong. The walls were made of black stone that had been polished until they shone like glass, and the ceiling was lost in shadows, high enough that the torchlight could not reach it. The floor was a mosaic of silver and white, depicting the Valtor hawk in flight, its wings spread across the entire room. Mana was everywhere. This was the most concentration of mana he had ever felt.
The guests had come from every corner of the Kingdom.
