Fated To The Fae King

Chapter 14

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If someone had told me, as I set off to war with the orcs, that I would find myself getting married three months later, I would have dismissed them as utterly crazy.

The idea of such a rapid and profound transformation in my life extended beyond the bounds of imagination. In my world, certainties were rooted in war, strategy, the clash of swords, and the enchanting currents of magic that flowed through our veins. The prospect of destiny's unpredictable whims leading me to Golnar, my fated mate, was a narrative I had never envisioned.

I had always assumed that, if the stars aligned for me to find my life partner, it would be within the realm of the Fae as the notion of marrying a fellow Fae seemed a more plausible scenario. However, fate had a unique plan, and Golnar appeared in my life, defying my expectations and becoming everything I could have wished for and more. She altered the course of my existence in ways that transcended the boundaries of my previous understanding.

And now, here I stood, beneath the night sky adorned with a myriad of twinkling stars, waiting patiently by the sacred altar nestled amidst a breathtaking display of enchanted blooms. Lanterns hung from the branches of ancient trees, casting a gentle warmth upon the assembled guests, their faces aglow with anticipation.

The altar, intricately adorned with flowers that seemed to shimmer with the very essence of magic, stood as the focal point of the ceremony. Delicate orbs of light hovered in the air, casting a soft radiance that highlighted the sacred space. A tapestry of colours adorned the surroundings, with flowers in vibrant hues cascading from the branches overhead.

Glancing up, I admired the way the moonlight filtered through the trees, creating patterns of light and shadow on the ground, adding an otherworldly touch to the surroundings. The musicians played soft, haunting melodies, setting the tone for the magical celebration that would soon unfold beneath the celestial expanse.

Seated on intricately designed benches, high ranking members of the Fae court and other distinguished guests shared hushed whispers of excitement, their eyes fixed on the sacred altar before them. The air buzzed with the palpable anticipation of witnessing a union that defied convention—a Fae King and his half-human, half-orc bride.

Golnar's friends, Mahala and Izara, occupied the front row, their radiant presence adding to the aura of celebration. Seated beside them were Cedric, Kieran and Thyra, and they shared excited glances and whispered conversations, their anticipation evident in the gleam of their eyes.

Over the last week, the two humans had seamlessly integrated into the circle of those close to me. Not that I should have been surprised; they were Golnar's best friends after all. Mahala's boisterous laughter resonated through the castle halls, adding an infectious energy, while Izara's calm and composed demeanour brought a sense of balance to our group. Their presence was evident that the enchantment of friendship transcended the boundaries of race and origin.

The sudden shift in the musical notes pulled me from my thoughts.

Harmonious strains from the enchanting instruments shifted, signalling the much-anticipated arrival of the bride. The music transformed into a harmonious melody that echoed through the air, a tune that seemed to resonate with the beating hearts of all those gathered.

When Golnar appeared in her resplendent gown, my breath caught in my chest. The delicate play of light on the fabric made her appear as if she were wrapped in the very essence of moonlight, and every step she took seemed to align with the beating of my heart.

The intricate details of her gown, adorned with patterns borrowed from nature, accentuated her beauty. The hues and delicate designs merged seamlessly with the enchanting surroundings, creating a tableau that felt like a painting come to life. The delicate hem of her gown swept the ground as she moved gracefully by herself down the aisle.