Royal Wedding Day.

The streets of Grangella hummed with excitement as everyone prepared for the grandest event the realm had ever witnessed - the marriage of their beloved queen, Amelia, to the dashing Prince Omar. As people poured forth into the town square, the sweet scent of spiced meat wafers mingled deliciously with the fragrance of exotic flowers arranged in ornamental displays along the cobbled walkways. Glistening golden spires stretched high above, reflecting a breathtaking backdrop against the clear azure sky. Within the hallowed walls of the imposing cathedral stood hundreds of noble and guests dressed in resplendent attire. The murmur of excited whispers filled the air as they all awaited the arrival of their much loved sovereigns; their gazes fixed upon the towering entrance doors leading to the altar below. Omar stood near Lord Damien his best man at the altar waiting for his soon to be wife. Soon the cathedral rang out with the Sarella anthem as Amelia dressed in a red and gold gown walked down the aisle with her pages hold her silk train. Upon her head she wore the crown that her mother had worn when she married King Gregory her father. Omar's heart pounded wildly, its rhythm mirroring his excitement. Amidst the crowd assembled outside, he could see Amelia walking towards him now accompanied by a few trusted ladies-in-waiting who were helping her navigate her way gracefully through the sea of admirers and curious faces. Her radiant smile caught his eye immediately.

Despite being surrounded by throngs of adoring subjects, she seemed genuinely happy, glowing with pride. As she reached Prince Omar standing at the foot of the main steps of the altar, it was clear how deeply in love these two royals truly were. Their shared glances spoke volumes about their unwavering commitment to one another, promising a bright future together. And yet beneath those smiles lay something else—a palpable, undeniable sexual charge sparkling in their eyes, hinting at the private intimacies that would unfold later in the night. They both stood before Bishop Micheal as he smiled at them both. "Amelia and Omar, today you stand here before us ready to make your life-long promises to one another in holy matrimony." proclaimed bishop Michael. "Do you promise to cherish, honor, protect, comfort, support, and love one another?" Omar nodded vigorously, agreeing to everything he was asked to. Amelia too gave her assent wholeheartedly, showing not only her loyalty but also her eagerness to embark on this new journey with Omar. The rings were carried out by a young girl on a red plush cushion and both Omar took one ring and slipped it on Amelia's finger. The gold and diamond ring sparkled in the sunlight seeping into the cathedral. Amelia took the gold wedding band and placed it on Omar's fingers and then Bishop Micheal spoke. "With the exchanging of these rings I proclaim you married." Queen Amelia and the now King Omar shared a wedding kiss and the cathedral erupted into cheers and clapping.

They both turned arm in arm and to the sounds of the marriage march they headed down the aisle to the doors of the cathedral. The sunlight shone brightly upon them as it filtered gently through the stained glass windows above. It was such a picture perfect moment, but there was something more to this day than just a simple union; today marked the beginning of newfound love between two monarchies - Sarellan and Julan. Amongst the crowd were dignitaries from various countries who had gathered together in celebration of unity. All stood witness to the grand display of affection between Queen Amelia and King Omar, whose hearts throbbed rhythmically under the weight of destiny bestowed upon them. In their royal garments, the newly married couple appeared radiant amongst the adoring gazes fixed upon them. Their hands intertwined tenderly, showcasing their unyielding bond despite all odds. As the procession continued, whispers rose like the steam off freshly brewed coffee, hinting at rumors surrounding the night ahead – one filled with passion and devotion, promising nothing short of divine pleasure. The carriage drawn by white stallions and escorted by mounted troops headed away from the cathedral back to the palace. Amelia and Omar waving regally to the cheering crowds. Upon reaching the entrance of the palace, their entourage dispersed, leaving only a few trusted advisors and bodyguards accompanying them. After passing through several halls adorned with ornamental furniture and rich draperies, they finally reached their private chambers.

Hand in hand, they entered their room which was awash with candlelight dancing across velvet curtains. Each movement, be it flicker of flame or sway of fabric reflected the passion that burned deep inside these two lovers. Here their servants prepared them for the royal wedding banquet that would be held in the main hall. Clothes and jewelry were chosen carefully considering both tradition and contemporary fashion trends. Every detail meticulously planned, every button fastened perfectly, their outfits spoke volumes about power, authority, and beauty combined in equal measures. Once dressed up royally, they joined each other in front of the mirror, admiring themselves briefly before turning to face each other. Their bodies seemed to lean closer to each other almost involuntarily, driven by a magnetic **** born from mutual desire. The banquet was a splendid affair with many different meats and vegetables. After the meal they both danced to the music being played. Before long they both made their apologies and then retired to their bed chamber to consummate the marriage.