The wedding of harmin 1
The moonlit night in Velhola's capital. Noulan was still asleep. When he opened his eyes, He found himself waking up in an unfamiliar environment. A wooden ceiling. Lamp in the table. In the table was a bottle of beer and food for him.
With out thinking about anything else Noulan grabbed the bottle and opened it with the cap opener.
- Nothing better than a bottle full of beer.
He drank and drank until he realised.
- It's not my house.
Confusion clouded his senses as he questioned,
- Where am I?
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Some one knocked at the door. Noulan slowly Stood and went towards the door the confusion of where he is now still clouded his mind. Upon opening the door, he was met by the sight of an old man with a brown beard – his foster father, Gustav.
Still a bit surprised, Noulan asked him, "Where am I Oldie?"
"You are at the inn Harmin provided for us," Gustav replied. Gustav was the person who left the dinner and the bottle of beer in the room.
Noulan, still processing the information, thought.
- What? Really.
After some seconds of silence, Noulan asked again, "Where is Harmin?"
In a serious tone, Gustav replied, "Why do you want to know?" He was aware of Noulan's resentment towards Harmin.
- did he thought that I am gonna harm harmin.
The room echoed in silence. Noulan, surprised by Gustav's seriousness, hesitated before asking again, "Where is Harmin?"
Assuring Gustav that he had no intentions of causing harm, Noulan added, "Don't worry, oldie. I will not do anything to him."
- I will just smack his face.
Gustav's worries faded, and he responded, "He is in his house."
- Ohh! that Bastard is in his house.
"Can you take me to his house? I want to meet him." He asked.
- so that I could beat him.
Gustav was able to read Noulan's mind he knew that if Noulan met harmin he would actually beat harmin, in concern for harmin he asked Noulan," Do you really want to meet him?"
Noulan was frustrated and the beer was starting to get in his mind. He tried to hide his frustration and said, " ofcourse I want to meet him. he is my friend afterall."
- In reality I just want to smack his face.
Gustav knew his true intentions. But he can't stop Noulan from meeting Harmin. He said, " If you really want to meet him. Be ready for his wedding tomorrow." He thought in the wedding ceremony he will not harmin.
But soon Gustav realised that Noulan also have drinking habits and if he drink too much tomorrow he will actually beat Harmin. He said, " don't drink too much tomorrow."
Noulan said, "okey."
- I will drink as much as I can.
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The next day, Noulan was ready to go and meet Harmin.
- Finally, I would be able to smack harmin's face.
he thought, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
He adorned the suit he had brought from the village – a white shirt, black pants, and a blue coat.
Ready to face his former friend, Noulan went and knocked on Gustav's door.
After waiting for some time, the door was opened by Gustav, his foster father.
Seeing Noulan fully prepared, Gustav remarked, "You are looking good. Hmmm, you look a lot better today."
"Don't joke, please," Noulan replied, not considering himself particularly good-looking.
"No, I am not joking. You really are looking good. I assure you that you will find a girl today. Just don't drink too much," Gustav advised.
Both of them were ready to go to the banquet hall where Harmin and Hanna's marriage would take place.
"I can't wait to smack his face," Noulan thought, the sarcastic smile refusing to fade. He was fully ready to face his former friend Harmin.
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As they entered the wedding ceremony hall, the grandeur of the occasion unfolded before them. The hall was adorned with intricate tapestries, flowers, and elegant draperies, creating an ambiance of regality and celebration. Each noble family's representative occupied their designated space, distinguished by their respective crests and attire.
The air buzzed with lively conversations and laughter, echoing against the ornate walls. Guests, elegantly dressed in vibrant hues, mingled with one another, adding a kaleidoscope of colors to the festivity.
Noulan, catching sight of the wine corner, couldn't contain his delight. The wine corner, with its array of fine beverages, became a focal point for those seeking a moment of respite amidst the jubilation.
The center stage was adorned for the impending ceremony, with an intricate floral arrangement framing the altar. A soft glow emanated from the strategically placed candles, casting a warm and enchanting ambiance.
Amidst the crowd, representatives from noble families engaged in polite conversations, their attire reflecting the affluence and heritage they carried.
Noulan approached the waiter and requested a drink, "Hey man, could you give me a drink?"
The waiter, slowly turning towards Noulan, replied, "Yeah, sure." As he poured the drink, he asked, "I never saw you before, sir. From which noble house do you belong, sir?"
Smiling, Noulan responded, "I am not a noble; I am a commoner. Harmin is my friend, that's why I am invited to the party." The exchange with the waiter hinted at the social dynamics present in the grand celebration, where the distinction between nobility and commoners played a significant role.
As Noulan received his drink, he strolled through the vibrant hall, navigating through the diverse crowd of nobles and commoners alike. The melodies of the live music blended with the lively conversations, creating a symphony of celebration.
Harmin, adorned in the regal attire of a groom, stood at the center stage with Hanna, radiating joy. Noulan observed from a distance, his sarcastic smile never fully fading. The complexities of emotions welled up within him as he prepared for the inevitable encounter with his once inseparable friend.
The banquet hall, adorned with opulent decorations, witnessed the unity of noble families, and the air was thick with an amalgamation of anticipation, joy, and the echoes of unresolved histories.
Noulan, with a bitter tone, pointed towards Hanna and remarked, "Look at that bitch. Isn't she beautiful?"
The waiter, taken aback by the open insult towards the bride, couldn't hide his shock at such brazen commentary in the midst of the joyous celebration. The words hung in the air, creating a tense moment in the otherwise festive atmosphere.
The waiter, regaining composure, hesitated for a moment before responding, "Sir, it's not appropriate to speak about the bride in such a manner. The ceremony is a joyous occasion, and everyone is here to celebrate their union."
Noulan, unmoved by the waiter's admonishment, chuckled sarcastically and took a sip of his drink. The tension lingered, and the onlookers exchanged curious glances, unsure of how this unexpected drama would unfold amidst the grandeur of the wedding celebration.
Noulan, defiantly maintaining his stance, retorted, "What? She is a beautiful bitch, am I wrong?"
The bluntness of his words echoed in the hall, creating a momentary hush among the guests. The contrast between the joyous occasion and Noulan's brazen comments added an unexpected layer of tension to the atmosphere, leaving those around him both surprised and intrigued by his audacity.
As Noulan's bold statement hung in the air, the guests exchanged glances, uncertain how to react to such an unfiltered expression during a wedding celebration.
The waiter, trying to defuse the situation, cautiously replied, "Sir, let's not spoil the festive mood with such remarks. Everyone is here to celebrate love and union."
Noulan, seemingly indifferent to the discomfort he caused, took another sip of his drink and leaned against a nearby pillar, his gaze fixed on the central stage where the wedding ceremony unfolded. The tension persisted, and whispers of the unexpected disruption rippled through the banquet hall.