Rennala's expression grew serious as well.
Out of regard for her younger sister's marriage and trust in Horace, she could afford not to fear Godfrey himself, but as a sovereign, she had to consider the feelings of her subjects and nobles.
A force that could rightly be called a "war machine" entering the country would be enough to leave Caria's nobles sleepless and its border garrisons on edge, even if Horace guaranteed they meant no harm.
Rumors, suspicion, panic, and even unnecessary border clashes-none of these were things a wedding should bring.
After a long while, Rennala spoke slowly, her voice calm and decisive once more. "Your concerns are very thorough, Horace. As Queen of Caria, I must put the kingdom's safety and stability first. I cannot take such obvious political and military risks for the sake of personal ties. However..."
She changed tack, her gaze passing over her sister's hand tightly gripping Horace's fingers, and the longing for family affection in Horace's eyes.
"As Rellana's elder sister, I cannot let you face such an important moment in your lives with the regret of being unable to share it with your closest family, either."
She seemed to make up her mind, her gaze clear and firm. "Then let us compromise. We will hold two weddings."
"Two?" Rellana's eyes widened in surprise.
"Indeed." Rennala nodded.
"The first will be held at the Church of Vows, according to Carian rites."
She looked at Horace. "And the second can be held in the royal capital, Leyndell. That way, we can honor both your family ties and the proper formalities, while avoiding the risk of a large armed force entering Caria's heartland. Only a small core group from the Golden Dynasty need attend the wedding at the Church of Vows. As for Chancellor Serosh...