The wedding took place as scheduled.
The square in front of the Royal Court of Camelot was packed with people, a rare sight.
As the King of Restoration, Arthur's reputation in Britain was unprecedented. Countless people adored him.
Arthur donned a splendid nobleman's suit and rode a white steed to the Christian church inside the royal city.
Inside the church, an elderly maid was helping Princess Guinevere get ready.
A white wedding gown symbolizing purity, a flower wreath representing nature's blessing, the gloves Arthur had sent her not long ago, a thin white veil, and a white handkerchief.
The already beautiful and dignified Princess Guinevere looked so saintly in her outfit that she took one's breath away.
The corners of her mouth lifted without her noticing.
Outside the door, King Liaodekuan sat in a chair meant for prayer, feeling just as his daughter did.
His face flushed with excitement. He had none of the solemnity or majesty befitting a ruler.
After King Uther passed away, he had never declared independence from Britain, nor had he stopped paying the annual tribute. Now, the facts had proven just how right his decision had been!
King Uther's son, Arthur, had turned the whole mess around brilliantly. And judging by the kingdom's current rate of development, Britain would become even stronger than before!
That meant Liaodekuan had gained a powerful and reliable ally. At least for as long as Guinevere lived, Liaodekuan would remain safe and prosperous.
As the king of a small nation, he understood all too well that his army was practically useless. Only by relying on a stronger nation could he survive.
Those who refused to submit to the strong had met their end at Anno's hands. They were the best example.
At noon, Arthur arrived at the church, surrounded by