Amidst the gathering, a petite girl joyfully clapped her hands. "My uncle is married! I have another beautiful aunt now," she exclaimed.
Alevra cast a fond gaze at her spirited daughter, sharing in her happiness for her brother. "Rayjin, be careful. You might trip."
"I won't, mother," Rayjin replied. "I want to go to my aunt."
"You can, but wait for a moment," Alvera reassured.
"But…"
"Rayjin, heed your mother," Duke Wimark chimed in, his expression firm.
Unable to defy her father's serious demeanor, the little girl quietly took her seat. Duke Wimark discerned the displeasure on his daughter's face and affectionately patted her head. "We'll offer our congratulations properly in a little while."
Rayjin nodded, her gaze fixed on the altar. "Mother, why does my aunt look so familiar?" Due to the distance, Rayjin couldn't discern Oriana clearly, especially since she was now clad in women's attire instead of the men's clothing Rayjin had seen her in before.
