Dylan was in front of the mirror and he was holding a bouquet of pink flowers.
He wore his wedding dress and a pair of lace gloves.
The dress was really white and pretty, long-sleeved and long down to the floor.
His hair was loose and draped over his shoulders.
"So... I'm getting married like this... As a woman..." he stared at his reflection.
"Don't think about it now... Today is a happy day for the kingdom..." Lizha said, getting close yo him, bringing the veil in her hands.
"Except for me..."
Dylan sat up and Lizha placed the veil over his head.
She looked at Dylan for a few seconds and finally pulled the veil down, covering his face.
Suddenly the door was opened and the empress entered.
"Still..." Mortitia saw Dylan in the mirror, "you're ready..." She took a step inside, seeing Dylan up close.
Dylan was still calmly looking at Morticia by the mirror.
"I'll move on... Your father is already in the carriage waiting for you..."
"Yes…" Dylan confirmed.
Morticia left and closed the door.
"Come on... Get up! The groom must be waiting for you..."
Dylan sighed and finally stood up.
Lizha went to the door, "Shall we?" she opened the door with a smile on her face.
Dylan remained silent, went to the door and walked through it.
Then Lizha left the bedchamber and went right behind Dylan, escorting him out of the castle.
As they walked several servants of the castle gazed in awe at Dylan.
Dylan walked gracefully down the hall, picking up his bouquet of flowers.
Finally he left the castle.
When he left, there was a white carriage waiting for him and right at the entrance to the carriage was his father, Arthur Montgomery, with a smile on his face.
Dylan flashed a genuine smile and walked towards his father.
Arthur held out his hand and Dylan took it.
"You are very beautiful my daughter. Your mother would be happy to see you like this."