At last, the long awaited chapter! The wedding!
I know it’s been a while since I last published an update. I’ve been terribly busy in real life, so I truly appreciate your patience! I also feel relieved that I could publish this chapter before Albert’s birthday at the end of June. I hope I’ll be able to draw a fanart for his birthday, but I can’t promise you much because I haven’t been feeling well lately. That also explains why I’ve been so quiet. Once again, thank you so much for your support, and I’d love to hear from you. Please write me a few words if you like.
The following is the teaser:
While Albert and his groomsmen were greeting the guests in the foyer of the chapel, Archie had never felt more nervous in his life. Come to think of it, this was the wedding of the family head, so Archie rummaged in his sporran just to make sure the wedding rings were inside. Then he realized that this was already the fifth time he had checked his sporran since their arrival at the chapel, so he swore to himself not to touch his sporran again until it was time to deliver the rings during the matrimony. To distract himself, he let his eyes wander around the fairytale setting. The afternoon sun was slanting through the magnificent stained glass windows, warm and bright, throwing colorful patterns on the hardwood floor and bathing the old chapel in a special glow. Ambient music was being played, setting the mood while well-dressed guests were being seated. They were quietly waiting for the ceremony to begin or chit-chatting with one another in low murmurs. The ends of the pews next to the central aisle were decorated with fabric flower bouquets handmade by the orphans at Pony’s Home; the entire room was naturally perfumed with garlands and garlands of sweet lilies, and a handful of large vases containing floating candles had been placed near the altar.
At this point, Archie threw a fleeting glance at the dashing groom, and it so happened that he turned his head Archie’s way and grinned at him like he knew what his nephew was thinking. Archie was caught off guard, and the groom then raised an eyebrow and leaned closer, asking in a subdued voice, “Dreaming of your own wedding, Archie?”