Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

And the wedding day came.

Zizzy, who was meditating her eyes in front of the mirror, slowly pressed her lashes up against Lizzie's voice.

Behind me is Lizzie, who is already half crying, and the maids who helped me put them on. And Elena stood with an accomplished face.

"My queen... how beautiful..."

"Thanks Lizzie, don't cry so much"

Finally, she began to tear Lizzie away, and Zizzy looked back softly at Elena, who was on the other side.

The long red hair had just been cut, to the extent that it was now on the shoulder or not. The short hairstyle, however, suited her very well.

"Elena too. Speaking of which, you cut your hair."

"Yes. I wanted to put myself in the mood..."

Eventually the door to the prep room was knocked. Ritual chiefs emerge from beyond the door, which was opened with humility.

"Thank you for waiting, Your Highness. Shall we come?"

"- Yes."

Chapel in the deepest part of the Royal Palace. It is a sanctuary that is open only to prescribed rituals and forbids every strife.

In the unique air produced by historic buildings, the front is visible a round rose window with a blue tone. Just below it is also decorated with excellent three-sided stained glass. A bright red carpet was laid on the central corridor section, showing the path to the altar in a straight line.

In addition, the left and right side corridors across the arcades of the columns (colonnades) are joined by famous lords from all over the country, waiting for the appearance of the protagonists now or now. Eventually an old wooden door opened, followed by a slight rubbing sound.

It was the First Queen wearing a pure white dress.

Glossy silver hair is carefully tied up and the face is hidden by a delicate edged veil.

From chest to shoulder, clavicles were covered in delicate laces braided over time by craftsmen, while clavicles and smooth like waterfowls were claimed.

The thin, creased hips are wrapped around two ribbons, satin and frilly, fastened with white rose and butterfly embellishments. On the front of the skirt, the royal crest was embroidered with silver thread, while the other parts were made of the finest silk cloth with weights.

A simple silhouette, not flashy.

But the latest fashion and the design, which incorporated a perfect balance of formats as royalty, captivated the eyes of many women who were in attendance, as well as even men who were neglectful of the knowledge of dresses.

The hall is full of nature and admiration, and everyone pays attention to the Queen's every step of the way.

With that expectation all alone, Zizie took a step, another step and a step forward in front of the Sacred Cabinet. On the red carpet, the hem of the veil slowly spreads like a moonlight, and eventually Zizie reaches in front of the altar.

……

When I looked up, Geisel stood there.

For the first time, the white costume is decorated with silver shoulder badges and ornaments, engraved with a king's badge, and black leather gloves on the hands.

Overhead was decorated with a goldsmith's circlet mimicking plant leaves, adding to his dark hair.

On one side of his shoulder is a luxurious cape that exudes a godly elegance of creative mythology that makes him want to unwittingly fall asleep even though he is just standing.

Arriving in front of Geisel, Zizie gently broke her knee under the steps. Listen to the long words of prayer read out by the liturgical chief who was beside him, as he did in his posture.

Eventually, after a desire for permanent peace and prosperity in Versia, the basin on Tiara was delivered with respect to Geisel. Geisel takes it while zeroing in the sparkle like a star grain.

"- My heart will protect you and my arms will be your shield"

Geisel's low, comforting voice touches Zizzy's entire body.

"As much as I love you, I want you to love me - this country."

In response to Zizzy saying yes, Geisel gently removed the veil. Long eyelashes with bows and slightly tinted lips become dewy, and guests in front accidentally swallow their breath.

Eventually, a silver tiara was dedicated over the head of the nagging zizzy. Confirming that Geisel's hand is away, Zizzy slowly rises on the spot.

Huge Levanite shining in the center of Tiara.

The jewel, which shows perfect reflected light from any angle, gave a glimmering vision to all who see it.

It is as if only the luscious charm of the dark night has been carefully extracted and carefully polished.

On the other hand, the silverware surrounding it was adorned with plenty of meridians and pearls (seed pearls). It is a truly elaborate design that the craftsmen put more on their arms, releasing the pity and haphazardness that makes them hesitant to touch themselves.

These two combine to make you think 'Isn't it an extra substitute in people's hands' anymore even the finest tiara. But as soon as Zizzy wore it, it transformed into just an accessory to pull her off.

A very beautiful but ferocious, beastly ornament that eats those who can wear it.

But just beside Zizzy's beauty and modest grin, it was obvious from anyone's eyes that she would grow up like the cat she borrowed.

Didn't the person at the time realize that, he was just pointing his eyes straight at Geisel like a clear sky. And open your mouth gently.

"- For each other, and the two for the sons of Versia"

Geisel glanced slightly at the words.

The tension, the sight of the surrounding area was not in sight at all, Zizzy, but for some reason only that Geisel's face clearly shows. To the sensation of twitching and warming in her heart, Zizzy returned a grin with a corny flower.

Eventually Zizzy went up on the stage and lined up next to Geisel. Words that mark the end of the ceremony are spinning well. sworn oaths, and the two faced each other with the Ritual Master's signal that

Tilt your face and gently touch your lips.

At that moment - the sound of a clear bell and the whole of Versia were wrapped in the applause of blessings.