Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Carissa instinctively reached for Adrian's hand, only to see a different hand extended toward her.

The hand was broad and long, with a palm covered in calluses, fingers slender and nails neatly trimmed. Most importantly, just above the palm, she could see a white sleeve embroidered with griffin patterns. The griffin pattern was allowed to be used on a prince's wedding garment or even normal ceremonial robes, but the sky griffin pattern was not.

It was Rafael, her husband-to-be.

Regaining her composure, Carissa placed her hand in his. He, too, seemed unfamiliar with holding hands. He first enveloped her hand with his palm, then awkwardly turned it a few times to find a proper fit before finally interlocking their fingers.

Carissa's heart raced wildly, pounding so loudly it felt as though it might burst through her eardrums. But if it were possible, she would have heard Rafael's heartbeat quickening in tandem with hers, a sensation so intense it bordered on dizziness.

Rafael led her towards the carriage. It seemed there were murmurs that this was improper; typically, it was the matchmaker who led the bride to the carriage. But to hell with tradition.

Carissa was his bride, and also his princess consort.

He would lead her himself.

They would walk side by side toward the future he had always dreamed of.

Of course, they couldn't truly walk side by side, given the height difference, but who cared?

Rafael moved as if walking on clouds, this scene more dreamlike than any dream.

heartbroken and desolate, but who could have predicted that fate

had given him a stern look earlier, implying his lack of decorum-no greeting or

now? If there were any

eyes, there was only Carissa-his bride and also his princess

around them,

steady his

approached the carriage, he wanted to simply lift her into his arms for the

body felt soft and unsteady at this moment. He felt as though he was stumbling with every step.

Gone!

supported Carissa, and stabilized their pace until they finally arrived

veil and catch a glimpse of Rafael in his wedding attire. Her

she had been a bit careless,

the sound of drums erupted, startling her so much that she

was embarrassing, though fortunately no

however,

afraid. Her master and fellow guild members, including Ryan, were all following the

struggled to mount his horse, almost unable to climb

a tomato. Summoning his inner force, he performed a dashing leap onto the horse's back. Alright, he