The Devil is the Villainess

Chapter XXXIX: A Historical Ceremony

Two days had passed in a whirlwind of anticipation. Today was a day of joyous celebration, for it marked the ascension of Frederick to the throne as the new Emperor of the Empire. The palace was abuzz with excitement, and every corner was adorned with grand decorations to honor this monumental occasion.

In her opulent chamber, Elysia, the soon-to-be Empress, was making her final preparations. Despite the excitement that buzzed through the palace, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. The room was filled with the soft rustle of silk and the murmurs of the palace's servants, who were meticulously helping her with her makeup and attire.

Elysia's wedding gown was a masterpiece of exquisite craftsmanship. The bodice was intricately embroidered with golden threads, creating delicate patterns that shimmered with every movement. Tiny pearls and crystals were sewn into the fabric, adding a touch of ethereal sparkle. The skirt flowed gracefully to the floor in layers of gossamer tulle, each layer whispering softly as she moved. Her tiara, a delicate band of silver adorned with diamonds and sapphires, sat regally atop her head, catching the light and casting a radiant halo around her.

The palace itself was transformed into a realm of enchantment. Garlands of fresh flowers—roses, lilies, and orchids—hung from the walls and columns, filling the air with their sweet fragrance. Golden drapes and banners bearing the royal crest adorned the hallways, and crystal chandeliers cast a warm, inviting glow over the assembled guests. The grand hall, where the ceremony would take place, was resplendent with rows of plush seating for the nobles and dignitaries, all facing a beautifully decorated altar.

After what felt like an eternity of meticulous preparation, the moment had finally arrived. The grand hall fell into a hushed silence as Frederick and Elysia stood before the altar, facing the priest who would officiate their union. 

The priest's voice rang out clearly in the serene hall, "The two of you will now spend the rest of your lives alongside each other as husband and wife."

The priest turned his attention to Frederick. "Do you, Emperor Frederick Lazarus Genovia, agree to spend the rest of your life with Elysia Sophie Ainsley?"

Frederick looked at Elysia, his eyes filled with unwavering determination and love. "I, Emperor Frederick Lazarus Genovia, agree to take Empress Elysia Sophie Ainsley as my wife," he declared solemnly.

The priest then directed his gaze to Elysia, "Do you, Empress Elysia Sophie Ainsley, agree to marry Emperor Frederick Lazarus Genovia?"

Elysia, her face glowing with a radiant smile, nodded her head. "Yes," she replied confidently.

With a solemn gesture, the priest placed an ancient and sacred parchment before them, its edges gilded with gold leaf and inscribed with elaborate calligraphy. 

"Please add your signatures once more below," he instructed.

Frederick and Elysia each took a feathered quill, dipping it into the inkwell, and signed their names with careful precision. The room seemed to hold its breath, and as the final strokes of their signatures dried, the priest lifted his hands.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," he proclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

The room erupted in applause and cheers. Bells rang out joyously, their melodious peals mingling with the claps and exclamations of the assembled nobles and guests. Frederick and Elysia turned to each other, their hands intertwined, their eyes reflecting a shared future filled with hope and promise.

Hand in hand, the newly crowned Emperor and Empress walked toward the palace's main balcony. As they stepped out into the sunlight, they were greeted by the sight of their people gathered below, cheering and celebrating. The crowd's applause was thunderous, and the air was filled with confetti and flower petals.