In Avalon, it was customary to hold a bachelor party on the night before the newlyweds got married.
Usually, the bride and groom would gather their respective friends and spend the night doing whatever they wanted together. But clearly, Iver and Isabel couldn't do that... Not because they had to worry about the consequences, but because they genuinely didn't have that many friends.
Iver was better off. If he really tried, he could still find quite a few. But Isabel truly didn't know many people her age.
Not long after she fell in love with Iver, she had already become Avalon's queen. She stood high above all others, judged every situation carefully, and shouldered immense responsibilities.
Before she could learn how to be a carefree girl, she had already skipped past that stage. So Iver chose to spend the night with Isabel instead—with their few remaining family members, enjoying a warm and unforgettable family dinner.
And from the early morning of the next day, before the sky had even brightened, the wedding had already begun.
The newlyweds boarded an open-top carriage from the Silver and Tin Palace.
The griffin minister pulled the carriage himself, walking slowly through the streets. From that perspective, perhaps it should have been called a griffin carriage.
The enormous griffin's feathers were pure white as snow. Beneath the morning light, they looked as though they were draped in a veil of brilliant golden radiance. Its sapphire-like eyes shone with solemn majesty.
A luxurious embroidered blanket covered its back—the blanket had been embroidered personally by Isabel.
According to Avalon's tradition since its founding, every royal family member who married had to design the pattern for a carriage blanket themselves and drape it over the griffin pulling the wedding carriage.
The first blanket had been made by Princess