The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

It had been a rather hectic morning, and Rhea was starting to realize just how astronomically important this marriage was set to be in History. Upon the arrival of the other Kingdom's Monarchs, she had finally come to the realization that Tirean and Vrovaria never had a mixed relationship in such a high title.

Their union was thought to strip the balance between the lands, and Rhea couldn't have smiled any brighter when Wilhelm had told her the news.

While the other Kingdom's remained silent during the war, she could handle anything they said—Given they don't have any choice in the manor, so says the silence of their previous actions.

It was nearly evening, and Rhea was fussing alongside Irene to get her hair under control. Goddess, she never thought that things would turn into this, but part of her was still underwhelmed by the fact that everyone from the guest list had come.

Regardless of the journey, they had arrived without fail and promptly at that.

Though, Rhea was suspicious of their curiosity about herself, Romulus, and the state of the Kingdom.

Was it wrong that the Kingdom had been rather isolated among the rest?
It already acted as two separate entities thus far. From the Kingdom itself to the outside territories.

Some might even suggest that a war was on the horizon, given how the treatment and discrimination were starting to grow widely recognized. Leaving Rhea reckless to get this damned ceremony over with, as she knew that the Kingdom didn't care about love.

They didn't care for the relationship or if Rhea or Romulus liked one another. What they would be looking for was change, and the days were coming when the guards wouldn't be the only ones looking for orders.

But there was another lurking thought that still didn't sit well with Rhea—She had met some of the Monarchs in her earlier youth. All in passing, as her father didn't want his only child to be at the forefront of that sort of introduction.

It left Rhea remaining hopeful that these immortal beings were simply ignorant of it all. Though, hope could only do so much.

With Irene's hands still in her hair, a knock at the door caused them both to groan. "We need five more minutes!" She yelled, but the door cracked open to allow Clive to sneak a peek inside.

"You said that ages ago. Come on, what's the hold-up?"
"The hold up is that my hair isn't cooperating." Rhea sighed, trying to get a piercing in her ear and frowning at the fact that the boy was just standing there.

"Well, you have two hands. Help me." It had caused Clive to jump into gear and try to mimic Irene's movements, and for the most part, he had done alright. Given a few alterations from her side, things had sorted themselves out.

"Gods, Rhea! We're cutting it close to greet the—"
"I'm ready!" She hurried, though it did take a moment to get to her feet and aid from Clive to get used to the weight of the dress. It was specifically designed to keep her centered correctly, given that a cane in the presence of others would seem like a wrong sort of introduction.

Romulus had remained strictly at the doorway, not wanting to stall any longer. And by the Goddess herself, he was at the mercy of Queen Amory at her finest.

It wasn't that he didn't see her look presentable before, Rhea had always seemed to have a constant light and aura when she strolled the halls of the castle. But in terms of now, she was adoring a beautiful gold sequence that matched his own uniform.