Zita and Eryndor's wedding was a grand affair, with guests from all over the kingdom in attendance. The palace gardens were filled with flowers, music, and laughter as friends, family, and dignitaries gathered to celebrate the union of the princess and the ambassador.
Zita looked stunning in her white gown, her hair adorned with delicate flowers, her eyes shining with happiness. Eryndor, dashing in his formal attire, couldn't take his eyes off her as they exchanged vows in a romantic ceremony under the stars.
The king himself performed the ceremony, his voice filled with warmth and approval. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, Eryndor and Zita. May your love be as strong as the kingdom itself."
As they sealed their vows with a kiss, the guests erupted in cheers and applause. Zita and Eryndor were now a royal couple, bound together in love and duty.
The night was filled with music, dancing, and feasting. Zita and Eryndor danced their first dance as husband and wife, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of a beautiful melody, their eyes locked in a loving gaze.
"I love you, wife," Eryndor whispered, his voice husky with emotion.
"I love you too, husband," Zita replied, smiling up at him.
As the night wore on, Zita and Eryndor slipped away from the celebrations, seeking a quiet moment alone. They walked hand in hand through the palace gardens, the moon casting a silver glow over the flowers and trees.
"Are you happy, Zita?" Eryndor asked, stopping under a blooming tree.
Zita looked up at him, her heart full. "I'm happier than I ever thought possible," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Eryndor smiled, pulling her close. "Me too," he said, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Zita knew that she had found her true home – in Eryndor's love, and in the kingdom they would build together.
*Author's Thoughts:* Zita's happily ever af*Chapter Twenty-Four: A Royal Wedding*
Zita and Eryndor's wedding was a grand affair, with guests from all over the kingdom in attendance. The palace gardens were filled with flowers, music, and laughter as friends, family, and dignitaries gathered to celebrate the union of the princess and the ambassador.
Zita looked stunning in her white gown, her hair adorned with delicate flowers, her eyes shining with happiness. Eryndor, dashing in his formal attire, couldn't take his eyes off her as they exchanged vows in a romantic ceremony under the stars.
The king himself performed the ceremony, his voice filled with warmth and approval. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, Eryndor and Zita. May your love be as strong as the kingdom itself."
As they sealed their vows with a kiss, the guests erupted in cheers and applause. Zita and Eryndor were now a royal couple, bound together in love and duty.
The night was filled with music, dancing, and feasting. Zita and Eryndor danced their first dance as husband and wife, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of a beautiful melody, their eyes locked in a loving gaze.
"I love you, wife," Eryndor whispered, his voice husky with emotion.
"I love you too, husband," Zita replied, smiling up at him.
As the night wore on, Zita and Eryndor slipped away from the celebrations, seeking a quiet moment alone. They walked hand in hand through the palace gardens, the moon casting a silver glow over the flowers and trees.
"Are you happy, Zita?" Eryndor asked, stopping under a blooming tree.
Zita looked up at him, her heart full. "I'm happier than I ever thought possible," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Eryndor smiled, pulling her close. "Me too," he said, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Zita knew that she had found her true home – in Eryndor's love, and in the kingdom they would build together.