The day has arrived. Alfor and Melenor are getting married. Zarkon was in his formal armor and Elara was in a very beautiful long gown her mother made for her.
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The two just got the Altean royal hall and they were absolutely amazed by how wedding ceremony looked.
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"This is... magnificent." Elara said with wide eyes.
Zarkon was about to say something before a certain blue skinned king waltzed over to him and Elara.
"Well if it isn't the head honcho of Daibazaal!" He said happily.
"Blaytz. It's uh... ok to see you." Zarkon said.
"Good to see you too pal now who, do tell, is this vision of radiant beauty?" Blaytz asked, staring flirtatiously at Elara.
"This is Elara, a childhood friend of mine." Zarkon said with a quiet growl of possession, he and Elara had their arms linked since they came together.
"A friend hm?" Blaytz snickered.
"Yes, it is how he says it is." Elara chimed in.
"Well it was nice meeting you Elara." Blaytz said politely, sinking as he walked away.
"We should go sit in our seats now." Elara suggested.
"Right." Zarkon agreed and they both sat at their designated seats that were right beside each other.
Soon the royal groom, King Alfor himself arrived and saw his best friend talking with a Galran woman sitting beside him and just had to talk to them.
"Zarkon old friend! So glad you could make it!" He said, galavanting over to his friend.
"Of course I made it. I need to warn Melenor." Zarkon joked, shaking his friend's hand.
