Atop the Cloud Ladder.
The white-haired Elder Sawyer spoke with a solemn expression. "The auspicious time has come. The bride may now enter the carriage."
At the sound of Elder Sawyer's voice,
Celeste Grant raised her head slightly.
Through the thin, red veil, she saw Javier Sinclair standing before her.
He was dressed in red wedding robes today, his hair held in place by a Dragon Pattern Hairpin. Chain-like tassels cascaded down either side of his hair. The robes themselves were embroidered with golden dragons, the collar bearing the sigil of the Bloodfiend Den, and the cuffs adorned with intricate gold threading.
His robes were a matching set to hers.
His face, with its phoenix eyes and high-bridged nose, was as handsome as a painting, carrying an air of wicked charm.
The moment she placed her hand in his, a faint golden light enveloped them. An instant later, phantoms of a phoenix and a dragon emerged, circling in the air above their heads.
