Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 177: Feast for a groom

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The music thundered through the grand hall, a wild mix of roaring laughter and pounding rhythms. Alpheo stood at the edge of the scene, his eyes scanning the jubilant crowd.

Musicians played with feverish energy, their melodies weaving through the air as singers swayed and belted out their tunes. Guests, caught in the excitement, tossed coins onto the floor, and eager aides darted between them, scrambling to collect the scattered silver, some even throwing punches much to the crowd excitement .

In one corner, a troupe of mummers captivated the crowd with their playful antics. Jugglers tossed bright-colored balls high into the air, while acrobats tumbled and flipped with effortless grace. Some of the performers took swigs from strange bottles, spitting fire onto blazing torches, sending brilliant flames soaring toward the ceiling. The guests gasped in amazement, their applause ringing out as the firelight flickered over their faces.

Alpheo turned and exchanged a smile with his new bride, who was savoring her second cup of cider. In contrast, he was far more intoxicated than he had expected to be. As he lifted his own cup to drink, he turned it over, noticing the emblem of an eagle surrounded by nine clenched fists etched into the underside.

Her sigil was everywhere his eyes wandered—from the intricate embroidery on her gown to the cups they drank from. It seemed to follow him, a constant presence in every corner of the hall. He half-expected to find it stitched onto the pillow where they would sleep later that night.