The Grand Duke's Soulmate
Chapter 342: The Betrothal Ceremony

Chapter 342: The Betrothal Ceremony

The warhorse charged through the night’s wind, its powerful strides carrying them towards the Duke of Sanad’s mansion in the capital, a grand estate often used as his vacation residence. Drystan, a skilled rider, expertly guided the horse, ensuring a swift journey.

As they approached the entrance, the knight gently slowed the pace, allowing the warhorse to transition into a calm trot. They arrived at the main gate, where diligent guards stood watch. A line of carriages awaited inspection before proceeding through.

Drystan presented his invitation card to the guards, who sifted through it before granting them entry. Passing through the gate, they entered the main compound, which shimmered with the radiance of the forthcoming event.

Noble attendees and high-ranking officers could be seen making their way towards the main door, indicating that the ceremony would soon commence.

"Oh, no! They will begin very soon, and I have no time to fix myself!" Sylvia exclaimed, a hint of panic in her voice.

"At least we made it in time," Drystan said nonchalantly.

Ignoring Sylvia’s distress, he dismounted from the horse first. Then, he reached out, his hand securely holding her waist, and assisted her in descending gracefully. The stableman quickly took the rein of his warhorse and led it to the designated area.

"Just give me a moment, please! I cannot enter like this. I would become the subject of ridicule among the noble ladies!" Sylvia pleaded.

Drystan sighed, feeling a touch of annoyance.

"I will help you fix your appearance," he offered.

"You? Do you know anything about makeup?" Sylvia asked, surprised by the suggestion.

"I do. I have a sister, and she’s quite similar to you when it comes to getting ready. Give me your makeup pouch, and I will assist you in adorning yourself," Drystan replied.

"Really? You would do that?" Sylvia questioned, her hesitation apparent.

"Trust me. I will not embarrass you. Besides, there is no mirror available here, and you won’t be able to do it yourself," he assured her.

"All right," Sylvia finally agreed, placing her trust in him.

"Good. Let’s start by redoing your hair. This style won’t do," Drystan decided.

"But... it took hours for my maid to arrange it perfectly!" Sylvia protested.

"It’s already messy from the ride. You look nothing more like a moving hornet’s nest now," Drystan stated matter-of-factly as he removed the pins from her hair and carefully untied the ribbon.

Sylvia could only swallow her apprehension and allow the knight to work on her hair. He took out a comb from his pocket and began skillfully running it through her locks.

"You carry a comb with you?" Sylvia inquired, surprised by his preparedness.

"Of course. I am a man who takes pride in my appearance and always wants to be presentable. We are attending an event filled with ladies, and I must be prepared. Who knows, my future bride may be among them," Drystan replied playfully.

Sylvia chuckled softly.

"Yeah... right."

After meticulously combing and braiding Sylvia’s hair to the right, Drystan secured it with the ribbon.

He then focused on her look as he teased her, "Now, let’s fix the makeup on your face. If your future husband were to see you like this, he might just run for the hills!"

"Stop teasing me!"

Sylvia lightly smacked his arm. Drystan couldn’t help but chuckle in response. Putting away the comb, the knight retrieved a handkerchief and gently wiped Sylvia’s face.

Concerned, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I’m removing all this unnecessary makeup. I don’t understand why you would apply so much of it on your face. You look like a porcelain doll!" he chided.

"No, I’m not! This makeup makes me look beautiful," Sylvia defended her choice.

Drystan paused, his brown eyes meeting hers earnestly.

"If you are putting your appearance in this way to hook up a man, that man, whoever he is, is not sincere since he only sees you differently, not your true self. You should show who you are instead of trying to change yourself to look like someone else."

"Makeup boosts my confidence! What do you know about it?" Sylvia retorted.

"I’m not saying it’s wrong to wear make-up but be moderate. Let it nicely accentuate your beauty," Drystan explained gently as he lightly patted some powder onto her face, followed by the blusher.

Sylvia clicked her tongue, slightly annoyed by the comment.

"Tsk... You act as if you’re an expert on the subject."

"It’s up to you whether you want to take my advice or not. However, as your chaperone tonight, I will ensure you won’t be embarrassed by your appearance," Drystan assured her.

He then carefully applied a touch of lip tint to complete the look.

"All right, we’re done," he declared shortly.

"Really? Just like that? How do I look? Do I look good?" Sylvia asked eagerly.

"Looks fine to me. You are better this way," Drystan replied, his gaze lingering on her momentarily before he averted his eyes. "Now, let’s head in. The ceremony is about to begin."

"But I haven’t even seen my face or hair!" Sylvia protested.

"You can have a look later. Right now, let’s go!"

Without wasting another moment, Drystan took Sylvia’s hand and led her up the grand staircase, hurrying their steps on the stairs as they joined the rest of the attendees for the eagerly awaited ceremony.

***

The grand hall was alive with the bustling presence of family members, close friends, and esteemed guests who had gathered to witness the solemn betrothal ceremony. The attendees were engaged in animated conversations, the air filled with a palpable sense of excitement and anticipation.

Suddenly, the appointed chairperson’s voice rang out, commanding the room’s attention as they announced the arrival of the guest of honour—the king and queen of Cassian.

When the royal pair was mentioned, the attendees immediately rose from their designated seats, bowing reverently as the monarch entered the grand hall.

Once the king and queen were seated, the rest of the guests reclaimed their places, and the ceremony began in earnest. Alex and Meredith, the betrothed couple, made their grand entrance, their finest attire reflecting their elevated status.

As they walked up to the centre of the hall, the gentle melodies of the musicians filled the air, creating an atmosphere of joy and anticipation. Shy smiles played on their lips, their gazes intertwined, betraying their nervous excitement.

The groom-to-be, Alex, cut an impressive figure in his distinguished doublet, which featured intricate embroidery and symbols of his family’s heraldry.

In contrast, Meredith, the radiant bride-to-be, was adorned in a beautiful gown, and her headdress, decorated with delicate flowers and ribbons, signified her purity and maiden status.

The appointed monk gracefully initiated the betrothal ceremony by reciting prayers and vows that affirmed the couple’s commitment to one another.

Seeking divine blessings for their union, the couple exchanged rings, symbolising their shared eternal love and fidelity.

As the ceremony continued, the king took the stage, delivered a heartfelt speech, and bestowed his blessings upon the betrothed couple.

The room erupted with joyous applause from the attendees, their hands clapping together in celebration of the beautiful moment.

Beaming with a bright smile, Valerie approached Meredith, enveloping her future daughter-in-law in a warm embrace. Then, she alternated her gaze at the couple.

"Congratulations, Meredith and Alexander! I simply can’t contain my excitement for your upcoming marriage solemnisation!" she exclaimed with genuine delight.

Filled with gratitude, Meredith responded, "Thank you, Your Grace! I’m overjoyed and eagerly looking forward to it."

With a playful insistence, the duchess interjected, "Stop calling me that! You should address me as your mother now! We’re practically family! Oh, please say it! I’d love to hear the word!"

Smiling affectionately, Meredith obliged, "Yes, mother!"

Valerie’s eyes sparkled with joy as she turned to Benjamin.

"Did you hear that, my dear? I have a daughter now!" she exclaimed.

The duke joined the lighthearted banter, teasingly remarking, "Yes, indeed! Now you have a companion for your shopping sprees. But do remember to respect boundaries. Meredith’s primary responsibilities lie with Alexander, so if you ever wish to steal her away, you’ll have to get his consent first."

His words evoked laughter among the family’s men, and Alex blushed bashfully.

Looking at the ring adorning his finger, he felt a surge of excitement, realising that this day had arrived sooner than he had anticipated and everything had gone smoothly.

Observing the dashing young man before him, Lord Grey addressed Alex with a touch of melancholy.

"Welcome to the family, Alex. Please take good care of my Meredith. From now on, she is your responsibility."

Lord Grey’s words were tinged with sadness, acknowledging the approaching moment at which he would have to let go of his only daughter.

"The mansion will soon be empty and quiet without her," he added with a solemn expression.

"Oh, father, please don’t be sad! It’s not that I’m leaving now. Besides, we’ll always come and visit you," said Meredith.

"It will happen very soon," replied the minister.

"Children grow up and leave to build their future. That’s the natural course of life, Lord Grey. Perhaps it’s time for you to open your heart and consider remarrying. At least then, you would have someone to accompany you," suggested the duke.

Lord Grey dismissed the idea with a scoff, "Who would want an old man like me? I would be nothing more than a burden."

Alex chimed in, voicing his support, "I disagree, father-in-law. You are still strong and distinguished. I’m sure there are plenty of mature and accomplished ladies here tonight who would be wonderful prospects."

Meredith then playfully teased, "And who knows, if it happens, we might even have a new brother or sister next year!"

Lord Grey’s face reddened, and he exclaimed, "Stop it! It’s not me who will continue the legacy! You two should be the ones to do it!"

Laughter reverberated through the group, lightening the mood.

The Duke of Sanad then intervened, "Let’s join Their Majesties now! They have been waiting, and the banquet is about to commence."

With that, a joyous feast was served, showcasing the abundance of the host’s domain. Lavish dishes, irresistible delicacies, and fine drinks were served, paying homage to the occasion.

The air was filled with merriment as guests engaged in lively conversations, music, and dance, all united in celebrating the couple’s joyous betrothal.

Alex and Meredith danced on the floor as the festivities continued, their steps intertwining in a harmonious rhythm. Their love illuminated the grand hall, and Queen Emelda couldn’t contain her happiness.

"I’m so happy for them," she exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride. "I always knew they would make a magnificent couple."

"They surely would. Just look at how they gaze at each other. Their eyes are brimming with love and passion!" remarked the king, a smile playing on his lips.

"Indeed, it is a true blessing! If Kyren were here, he, too, would be overjoyed. He had always encouraged them to wed swiftly and supported their union," added the queen, reminiscing fondly.

As the grand duke’s name escaped the queen’s lips, the king’s attention was drawn to Rafe and Callis, seated graciously at another table.

The stunning Mederian Princess had captivated the guests with her beauty, attracting the attention of several men. However, they quickly retreated once Rafe encircled his wife’s waist and proudly declared her his own.

Among the guests, Anna, seated beside the king at the main table, also garnered attention. Whispers filled the air whenever the guests’ eyes fell upon her.

Even now, people marvelled at how such a simple and petite woman had managed to capture the heart of Kyren, once the most sought-after bachelor in the kingdom.

"I am quite satiated," the king said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "Why don’t you and Anna join the ladies? I see they are gathering in the chamber. On the other hand, I would like to join the gentlemen for some socialising."

"Certainly, my king," replied Queen Emelda. "Please excuse us."

As the queen rose from her seat, her attendants and the other female guests followed suit. Meredith and her mother-in-law had already departed for the dedicated chamber, leaving the grand hall.

The guests began to approach King Kyden, who descended from the elevated dais where his table was situated. They engaged in light chats and exchanged pleasantries.

After a while, the king excused himself from the crowd and approached Rafe and Callis, who sat among the Knights of Gerhard.

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