Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Ivy’s Point of View

The outer courtyard of the Silvermoon palace was completely swarming with noble guests, the air with the festive scent of sulfur from the loud firecrackers. But as I stood near the marble pillars, the murmurs of the gathering crowd caught my attention.

"Look there, isn’t that Luna Camila?" a high noble lady whispered behind her fan.

"Her daughter is locked inside her chambers while the new bride enters the gates. How humiliating for the Crescent Moon Pack."

Seraphina’s mother was seen outside, and the people murmuring made her stiffen. She heard them clearly, her eyes flashing with a sudden, defensive sharpness. She looked back at them, murmuring softly that she had only reluctantly left her daughter’s room to preserve their family’s dignity.

After leaving the courtyard path, she paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself, and forced a bright, practiced smile onto her face. After all, no matter the humiliation, Bastian was still her son-in-law, and their political relationship still needed to be maintained for the sake of the alliance.

The war drums rolled, and inside the grand banquet hall, the doors flew open. Bastian stood tall in his scarlet wedding robes, greeting Sarina as she stepped out of her gold-leaf bridal sedan chair. To my fascination, Bastian walked very slowly, carefully matching the bride’s slow footsteps as they marched down the red carpet.

The guests gathered in massive numbers, the crowd even more dense and lively than the last time he married his legal wife, Seraphina.

Because the groom was already officially recognized as the active heir of the pack, the bride’s identity as Alpha Pius’s daughter was also exceptionally noble. The wedding ceremony was incredibly luxurious, the stone arches draped in rare silks and heavy gold tokens. Even the emcee’s identity was exceptionally noble, a high royal representative sent directly from the capital throne to bless the union.

"The ceremony is officially concluded!" the emcee’s voice boomed, cutting through the roaring applause of the lords.

After the grand ceremony, the two newlyweds were immediately separated according to the pack’s customs. Bastian remained in the grand hall to receive the high guests and drink wine with the Alphas, while Sarina was escorted back to her new bridal chambers in the southern wing.

As the wife of the eldest son of the pack, court protocol required my presence. I stayed in the new house to accompany Sarina, watching her sit rigidly on the marriage bed while her maids fluttered around her.

"The ceremonies are always exhausting, Sarina," I said, offering a warm smile as I adjusted my shawl. "I highly suggest that you take off your bridal makeup and change into your lighter clothes right now to be more relaxed."

Sarina reached up, pulling off her gold veil to reveal a beautifully expression. She turned her bright, searching eyes directly onto me.

"Your twins must be growing heavy, Lady Ivy," Sarina murmured, her voice smooth but laced with a sudden, dark vigilance.

"They are growing well, thank you," I replied smoothly, keeping my tone perfectly blank. "The palace physicians say everything is completely on track."

"And what about Seraphina’s condition?" she pushed immediately. "The servants say her fetal gas is highly volatile today."

"The eastern wing is always prone to dramatic whispers," I answered with a light, airy shrug. "I wouldn’t read too much into servant gossip on your wedding day."

"Is it true that Dominic’s leg injury is still keeping him completely trapped in his bed?"

"Dominic is resting exactly as his recovery requires. He values his peace." I smiled faintly, taking a slow sip of my tea.

The questions were much. She paused, before continuing with a sharper glint in her eyes.

"Has the whereabouts of the mysterious Divine Doctor finally been tracked?" she asked.

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