"Miss Natasha has arrived!"
"Miss Natasha has arrived!"
Following the announcement from outside, a beautiful figure gracefully stepped through the palace doors.
Natasha wore a magnificent purple gown, with a white veil draped over her head.
As she continued forward, her tall, graceful figure swayed through the hall, leaving the nobles, great and small, nearly breathless.
Natasha walked unhurriedly through the crowd until she finally reached the raised platform.
At the sight of Natasha, the First Prince's face flushed slightly. Clearly, he was excited at the prospect of soon possessing this beauty.
Yet after stepping onto the platform, Natasha did not look at him. Instead, her gaze beneath the veil continuously searched the crowd below before finally settling on one person.
Following her gaze, the First Prince saw Nalant standing beside a long table at the edge of the hall.
"Bastard!" The First Prince's smile stiffened slightly as anger surged in his heart.
However, recalling the preparations he had made earlier, his anger quickly subsided. You brought this upon yourself, brat. Don't blame me. I hope you'll know your place in your next life!
With that thought, the First Prince withdrew his gaze and resumed his radiant smile.
Naturally, no one knew what had gone through the First Prince's mind. Seeing that Natasha had arrived on the platform, the king did not waste any time and immediately nodded to a middle-aged noble below who was in charge of officiating the wedding.
Receiving the signal, the middle-aged noble hurried onto the platform and took his place between the First Prince and Natasha.
"Honored gentlemen, ladies, and young ladies, tonight, within this royal palace, we gather for a feast that has captured the attention of the entire nation. Prince Byron, heir to His Majesty the King of the Onyx Principality, shall be