The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 272: The disastrous humorous wedding..2

The only normal part of the wedding was the vows. Nothing outward happened, with the exception of Lady Percival puking her guts out into a bucket in the corner of the chapel.

After that, the chapel was lowered to the ground as gently as possible. There was more wobbling as it tilted to the left or right on occasion but it landed safely in the end.

Many guests rushed out before the royal couple, running to safety or finding the nearest place to puke. Some even rode horses to find the closest bathrooms so that they could take showers or change into emergency clothes they had left in their carriages.

Lanai was leading other maids that worked for Elarin and the Thorin’s to hand out cold water, ginger ale, ginger tea, lemon water and peppermint tea to the guests to alleviate any discomfort they were feeling. Even Prince Firron was given one as was Thalassa who rejected it.

The royal couple went off to take photographs, give and interview and change into new outfits for the wedding reception. Thalassa had insisted on having the reception as close to the moat as possible. She thought the frozen ditch could provide some kind of extra beauty to the scenery. Geese, swans and peacocks that were from the mage estate had been dressed nicely in bows around there necks and placed on the ice to dazzle the guests.

Some of the guest chairs and the seats for the bride, groom and their entourage were also on the iced surface. The Lord mage was having nightmares because the mages had to keep chanting spells and ensuring that the water remained frozen.

If it cracked or unfroze like the rest of the water bodies in Eldoria were doing, the wedding might turn into a funeral.

"A wedding on ice," Fiona in the meantime was still going on with her descriptions and exaggeration. "The only way that this could have been better is if the moon came out and blessed the couple. A reception on ice under the moonlight would be perfect. Nevertheless, I am told the couple will be skating for their first dance together so this is even better than the moon. I too dream of a wedding like this ladies and gentlemen. This is what every woman fantasizes about."

within their vicinity. "Is this true." they asked verbally or with the

outright, others shrugged and others laughed or remained

to the relief of their

see it. She was watching the wedding through the bars of a prison on the mage estate

and Thalassa had to cut the wedding cake first and give their guests a taste of sweetness after all the theatrics. The cake was wheeled onto

of tricks. The guests clutched their chests, worried that someone would crush into the cake that had yet to be seen

was unveiled and the guests went back to clutching their chests and gasping. The wedding cake was humongous, it had thirteen tiers and long firework sticks were stuck into each cake. The bottom tier had them everywhere and they were sparking, supposed to explode into

not know this. As the herald stepped up to invite the

"Oh crap." She whispered.

"What?" Roland ashed her.

fireworks exploded prematurely along with half of the cake. The Lord mage had been quick enough to protect

made a sound that resembled laughter, shrieking loudly. Many guests were bemused, wondering if they should laugh

puzzle by laughing and it

is particularly delicious. I invite you all to lick the frosting and taste the sprinkles, you will find yourselves wishing for another explosion." The Lord mage joined the herald

a laughter filled cheer. The deliciousness