Outside, the convoy was waiting for them. Lucian was talking to Arthur, at the same time waiting for Nathaniel to show up.
He showed up thanks to Aaron, or everything was going to be difficult with the stubborn man. At least there was someone he listened to.
Nathaniel and Arthur, very close friends, or more like brothers, looked distant now. In just a few days, the dynamic of their relationship had changed so much that it was hard to believe they even knew each other.
They offered customary bows to each other, unlike how they always greeted each other with a tight, friendly hug.
Arthur stepped aside from the carriage in which Evie was sitting. A servant opened the carriage door and arranged a stool at the door for Evie to step out.
Nathaniel stepped ahead, extending his hand, not even looking at the one sitting inside.
Evie accepted it and stepped out, while her husband didn’t even spare a glance. She looked at the massive door at the entrance of the residence, now her new home. Her gaze observed it quietly. There was no decoration, just numerous lamps lighting the residence beautifully.
There was no presence of other people except for a few servants and two close friends.
"Let’s head inside," Aaron commented.
She lowered her head and walked by Nathaniel’s side to enter the home. The rest followed behind.
A few servants standing in rows showered them with flower petals.
At the square-shaped central place inside the residence, an altar was prepared in the center. The butler was standing at its side.
Even inside, no one else was present. All she could see were the same few servants who followed them inside. She understood the owner preferred having fewer people around.
The butler, waiting for them, stepped ahead, greeted Evie, and welcomed her home.
He turned to the altar and told them, "My Lord, My Lady, both of you should burn the essence, bow to the god, and then to each other."
Though unwilling, Nathaniel followed through with it. If not, the custom wouldn’t be fulfilled, and he would have been practically keeping an unwedded woman in his home.
Both of them burned the essence sticks, bowed to the altar, and then turned to each other to bow.
Once done, the butler said, as he gestured to the tiny ceramic cups, "Both of you can drink this wine."
They did, and the butler said, "The wedding custom is fulfilled. My Lord, My Lady, you are officially husband and wife now. Congratulations."
Aaron and Lucian congratulated them as well, while Arthur simply stared at his sister, his heart breaking for her.
The groom had made no preparations to welcome his sister, and he showed up just because Aaron told him. Until this moment, others could meddle, but later it was her alone, dealing with the husband who would never once look at her or acknowledge her presence.
She was bound to live a lonely life. Tears almost threatened to spill out, but he controlled himself.
She turned to her brother. He pulled out a light smile for her sake, but his eyes couldn’t hide the pain in his heart.
He caressed her head. "This is your home from now on. But if you ever feel you don’t want to stay here, you can always come to me."
Evie understood his feelings, but said, "You should instead bless me with a happy life here."
He wanted to tell her that she won’t be happy here, but said, "I bless you with a happy and fulfilling life."
She smiled. "Thank you, brother."
Nathaniel looked at the butler, who gestured to the senior female servant. She bowed to Evie and said, "My Lady, you must be tired after a long journey. Let me guide you to your chamber so you can rest."
Evie looked at Arthur, who said, "Go ahead. You are indeed tired. I will see you in the morning."
She nodded and left with the maid she brought with her. The rest of the people in her entourage were guided to the servants’ quarters.
Aaron turned to Arthur. "You should rest as well."
"I don’t think I can," he said, looking around. "This place seems like some strange place now, where I can never be at peace."
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