His Bride…

"If the prince fails to marry you, I'll immediately have you thrown into the arms of any willing twerp! Believe I have done enough for an ingrate like you. Forming a valuable alliance is the most of your good.

Left for his devious nature, I would have insisted he chose Gwen. It's a wonder to what use you are to him."

It was fortuitous to be allied with a kingdom as great as Eragon. The king of Cradya would thank his luck not to be an adversary and he didn't fail to express that resentfully.

Rain's breathing became rapid and she swallowed anxiously. She couldn't hide the tremble of her hands and thus buried them underneath her skirt.

With King Elric's words, it was now difficult to keep her confidence .

Her gaze faltered and she pressed close her lids to fight back for composure.

At the moment her facade broke through, a sudden wave of noise swept over the hall and then it returned to grave silence almost instantly.

At the opposite end of the aisle, a virile presence entered the hall with the graceful pace of a feline and an unrestrained charm.

As he moved, his silver eyes searched that of the young woman standing on the aisle with her hands hidden and lids lowered.

She was beautiful and it stunned him every moment. An embodiment of irresistible appeal.

Just then her lashes lifted and their eyes met. He sensed both her surprise and her relief as she silently stared at him. How easily she could be read…

Beyond the guest's curiosity, there was also unhidden marvel at the Prince's. The women fawned in admiration and even the most envious of men couldn't help been enthralled.

Clad in black wedding attire that spoke purely of grandeur, the tall and well-defined physique walked up the aisle and directly took the wrist of his bride.

His expression was calm, but his eyes held gleam of deviltry as they sliced the King of Cradya. His hoarse whisper brushed past the King Eric like a cold breeze in winter; "You dare to threaten my bride…"

They were words said mildly only for the King's hearing, and they carried an ominous intent as though he would turn the rapacious king into a peasant overnight.

He paid him no heed and without regard moved past him to the altar. He had defied the tradition of acknowledging the father of the bride with a bow and the embarrassed king was left still standing on aisle like a fool.

Deep down, he felt a troubling omen that the prince was yet to be done with him. This just wasn't the right place…