The master of ceremony was a stern-looking old man with a thin body and straight silver hair pulled back in a ponytail. His long beard was all silvery-white as well, and it reached the middle of his chest, making him look to be in his early or late sixties. He was dressed in a pure white long-sleeved attire and holding a long staff with the insignia of a dragon, and Seren realized that the man should be a high-ranking priest of some sort. It was something she did not expect, as she thought someone from the royal family would be in charge of the wedding vows, like how King Armen was the one who wedded her and Drayce back in Abetha.
'Megaris has no state religion, but I remember that the royal family worshipped the dragon?'
As expected, her brain went wandering, which was something that happened back in Abetha as well. The High Priest then nodded at the young couple and raised his staff, announcing the start of the wedding ceremony. An aged yet dignified voice echoed within the hall.
