Chapter 209: Chapter 209 - 176: Planning the Wedding

As the chief steward of the Red Tide Territory, his duty should have been as steady as a clock, yet he hadn't had a proper night's sleep for three consecutive nights."Raise the Calvin Clan's moon-pattern banner half a foot higher. Yes, a bit higher, it must not obscure the Edmund Family's silver eagle."He whispered commands to the attendants, the thick manual in his hands already dog-eared from use.His gaze swiftly scanned over the steps, the guest seats, the main entrance, and the altar's center spot.Every detail had been crafted to near perfection.Yet he knew, in a true noble wedding, perfection is never enough.This was a union that could not afford any mistakes.The ceremony would be led by a high-tier divine officer from the Northern Territory, carrying considerable reputation in the North.The seating chart for the guests had been revised six times.The front row was reserved for the bride's father, Duke Edmund, Governor of the North, and representatives of the Calvin Clan.He exhaled slightly in relief: at least in terms of grandeur, they would not lose face.The arrangement of the wedding venue was his greatest pride.The vaulted ceiling of the main hall displayed interwoven banners of both great families, a silver eagle with outstretched wings and a bright moon shining, symbolizing the union and a new Chapter of reestablishing noble order.Lime drew precise pathways across the floor, complemented by red carpets and silver decorations, exuding a solemn yet distinct pragmatic style of the Lord's Mansion.The flowers came from a noble guild that specialized in cultivating blooms, after three rounds of selection, ending with a combination of bluebells, white violets, and ice roses, symbolizing loyalty, purity, and Northern glory.As for the guests' meals. he noted with pride the latest southern delicacies that had arrived today.They included ice-scaled carp from Cloud Bay, crystal honey dates from Dalan, and dried black hazel venison, all top-grade offerings specifically dispatched by the Calvin Clan from their private storerooms.Even in a subdued union, none of the dignity should be lacking."Is there something missing." he murmured quietly as his eyes fell once more on the ceremonial table covered in red silk."Lord Bradley, you haven't returned to your room to rest for three days," an attendant advised.He shook his head, mustering his spirit and pulling out the sixteenth draft of the procedural map, squeezing out a tired reply:"This wedding is very important.