The preparation for the venue took the entire day.
Not because the mages were incompetent, but because differing preferences flew across the waiting table between people who weren't even the ones getting married.
In the end, Lanling shut them down with a firm decision: cherry blossoms with marigolds, accented with silver, blue, and red—their colors.
The bride—
The husband had spoken.
His tone left no room for argument.
By nightfall, the venue was bathed in a soft glow.
An engraved divine circle lay on a smoothed stone, blue ink against a white canvas.
A 24-hour transformation had reshaped the surrounding trees. What was once a terrifying tangle of banyan roots coiling and clashing had become a canopy of cherry blossoms, their branches stretching toward the sky.
Lanling could already picture the morning rays filtering through the petals.
His heart melted.
A soft smile lingered on his lips.
