Do you all know the future?

Chapter 98 Wedding
The wedding was very rushed, extremely rushed. Invitations weren't even sent to foreign countries. The goal was speed, leaving no time for preparation.

The ceremony was simplified as much as possible. The parade was canceled, the swan feeding was canceled... everything that could be canceled was canceled. The two parties did not need such a solemn ceremony, they just needed to quickly establish their status.

Diane stood at the church altar, dressed in a sharp black tailcoat with a bright red rose pinned to her chest. She was waiting at Breeze Church, not even the church of the God of Love, for fear that the God of Love might also cause trouble.

The Tudors were on high alert, awaiting the impending attack, as many countries had spoken out, declaring the wedding illegitimate—the prince of Istya marrying the Tudor queen—and they disapproved.

However, the essential elements were still present: a gentle breeze carried the refreshing fragrance of blue roses carefully arranged outside the church.

As winter fades and spring arrives, the church's spire, against the backdrop of the azure sky, is illuminated by stained-glass windows that refract a rainbow of colors, adding a touch of dreamlike beauty to this sacred sanctuary.

Inside the church, a long red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the altar, adorned with blooming flowers on both sides. Each flower seemed to possess a magical power, just like the flowers outside, kept in their most beautiful state by magic.

The faint scent of whale oil candles, the hushed conversations of the crowd—all filled the air with an atmosphere of joy and anticipation.

Diane felt no excitement or anticipation of marrying the Queen, only nervousness, her eyes darting around, searching for any possible trouble.

With his abilities, he wouldn't be able to discover the problem. Even if someone wanted to sabotage the wedding, it should have been the Queen and the head maid who discovered it.

However, even knowing that the wedding would go wrong, Diane couldn't help but appear nervous; she wasn't that good at acting.

However, the nobles interpreted this as a sign of their high regard for the wedding and their nervousness at the fear of making a mistake.

The nobles chatted in twos and threes, sighing as they looked at Diane. Before Diane's identity was revealed, they felt it was a great disgrace for the Tudor Queen to marry a stranger. But once Diane's identity was revealed, it was clear that Her Majesty the Queen could not keep her to herself.

Such a rare spiritual being should have Diane's free choice respected, instead of locking her up in the palace. Who wouldn't want a Saint-level spiritual being in their family? As for whether it's their own bloodline, it's their family's after birth.

Their limited understanding and level prevented them from comprehending Diane's sacred blood and the entanglements between the gods. They only saw Diane as a precious stud and wanted to use his wife and daughter for breeding.

The only one whose mindset differed from the nobles present was Loran, who was next to Diane. As Diane's best man, the handsome man wore a polite smile, but in his heart he felt the deep pain and regret of being deeply hurt by the minotaurs.

Diane can't be his father anymore. He couldn't call Diane "Dad" in his past life, and he can't in this one either. How can one describe his grief and helplessness at this moment? How did he lose this situation where he was supposed to recognize a father right from the start? What was his mother doing to make him lose like this?

Diane got married, but the bride wasn't his mother. He had only said that Diane could find the Holy Lance, but unexpectedly, Diane actually found it, and not only that, her true identity was also exposed.

He now understands why his mother, in both his past and present lives, has been so devoted to Diane, as if Diane were her real son and he were the one she picked up.

He couldn't understand why he hadn't seen Diane marry his mother in either of his two lifetimes.

Loran desperately wanted someone to intervene in the wedding, yet he was also afraid that someone would disrupt Diane's plans. His eyes held a mixture of anticipation and inner conflict.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it's like a simp discovering that his goddess has a boyfriend and is getting married. On one hand, he curses the marriage, but on the other hand, he worries that his goddess will get hurt.

The wedding went surprisingly smoothly.

The melodious wedding march began, the orchestra played a superb job, and the wedding started. All eyes were on the church doors.

As the doors slowly opened, the bride's figure gradually appeared. The queen wore the same mermaid wedding dress from yesterday, which accentuated her beautiful figure on the upper body. Below her hips was a tiered skirt, adorned with tiny pearls and sparkling diamonds, shimmering in the interwoven light.

A thin, white veil hung down gracefully, partially obscuring her beautiful face, creating an ethereal and mysterious effect that added to her allure without diminishing her queenly majesty.

Exquisite lace trim outlines slender, jade-like hands holding a bouquet of ice-blue flowers, creating a three-dimensional effect with the blue gemstone around her neck and her ice-blue eyes, making her look like an ice and snow fairy.

Diane was not captivated by the Queen; her tense body was ready to face any crisis at any moment, whether it would be an explosion or some random person appearing.

The Queen walked gracefully toward Diane, her eyes revealing undisguised shyness and joy, and the elegant and composed Queen stepped onto the wedding stage.

Although the venue was simple, it didn't matter because there were people who liked her. Uti's description of the future made her realize how stupid she was to push Diane away.

Even if he married Isabella, he should have taken her back. What kind of move was it to force Diane away? He deserved to be used as a weapon.

When a woman falls in love, she'll even criticize her own partner. Diane is perfect in every way, but Diane internally criticizes her own future actions.

The two stood side by side before the altar. Diane suppressed her worry and vigilance as the archbishop's deep voice echoed in the church.

The Queen gazed at her with tender affection, but Diane felt no deep connection. She felt a slight sense of unfamiliarity and not much love, even after the Queen had greatly increased her favorability towards her the day before.

"By Lady Tina, I, Anne-Dai, take you, Tatiana Tudor, to be my wife, and to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish you, till death do us part."

Diane recited the vows slowly, feeling incredibly awkward. This was the sentence he most wanted to say to the head maid, but unfortunately, the head maid didn't like it. She preferred that even death couldn't separate them.

After Diane finished reciting her vows, she pretended to be wary of her surroundings, as if afraid that a thug or something similar might rush out and disrupt the wedding.

"I am willing!"

The Queen's voice was majestic and firm, her eyes filled with tenderness, and she didn't care about Diane's evasive gaze. She planned to give Diane a surprise that night.

"Please exchange rings!"

Diane took the ring from the ring box from Lorraine's trembling hand amidst her fake smile and gently placed it on the Queen's finger. The Queen's icy hands could be felt even through her gloves, but her burning gaze was perceived through her eyes.

The Queen also placed a ring on Diane's finger, very carefully and slowly, a smile playing on the lips of the aloof Queen.

A delicate platinum ring was gently slipped onto Diane's finger. The ring shimmered brilliantly under the stained glass window, symbolizing a contract and a promise, just as she had told Diane: she was the woman who would face difficulties with Diane.

"With the Lord as our witness, the two are now husband and wife, and the groom may now kiss the bride."

Under the Archbishop's blessing, Diane gazed at the ice and snow elf so close to her, momentarily at a loss for words, unsure how to approach her or how to kiss her, especially with so many people watching, and Queen Tatiana whom she didn't know!

Seeing Diane's conflicted expression, the Queen leaned over and kissed her, demonstrating the courage of Tudor women. Diane was shorter than her, so it seemed more appropriate for the Queen to take the initiative.

A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted inside the church. As expected, colorful petals rained down from the sky, scattering over Diane and the Queen.

The wedding ceremony was completed simply and naturally, without any interruptions or unexpected events.

The Queen held Diane's hand tightly, her face beaming with happiness as she greeted the nobles who offered their blessings.

Blessings rang out one after another, each one sincere and heartfelt. Some nobles wished them a happy life, others hoped they would achieve great things in their kingdoms, and still others hoped they would bring more blessings to this land. It wasn't until she boarded the royal carriage, the Queen smiling happily and nestled against Diane, that Diane realized her worries had been unfounded.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to marry me? Is it really just for profit, and you don't like me at all?"

The Queen pulled Diane close with her delicate hands, cupped his face, and asked, her icy blue eyes revealing a tender vulnerability. Stripped of her queenly facade, this strong and assertive woman was still a woman.

"No, no, I was just thinking that it's incredible that no one attacked us or stopped our wedding. I really married you, especially after all those people said so many harsh things!"

He still liked the beautiful woman, and Her Majesty the Queen was confirmed to board the ship and had even received her ticket. Diane wasn't so heartless, and he quickly explained why he had been daydreaming.

"You underestimate me. The wedding was so simple because I eliminated all the risks and wouldn't give them any chance. The Bureau of Investigation and the military had made arrangements for our wedding. The calm you see is actually the result of countless covert battles."

The Queen spoke casually, stroking Diane's face, and briefly explained her arrangements, saying that there is no such thing as a peaceful life, only that someone is bearing the burden.

"Well, if only we didn't reveal our spirituality, there wouldn't be so much trouble!"

Keep a low profile and quietly make a fortune – that's what Diane wanted. But reality doesn't always work out as he wished. A series of unexpected events kept Diane so busy that he had no time to cultivate.

"Then you'll face criticism. But this is fine too, I'm honored to be associated with you, my prince!"

The mature woman gently brushed Diane's cheek with a strand of her hair. She had previously tried to make amends for Diane in order to make his becoming the king's consort more believable. Now, Diane had directly earned the recognition of the Tudors through his "ability".

What foreigner? The blood of the Holy One can call you a foreigner. Once you come to Tudor, you are a Tudor!

"Woman... Tatiana, what do we do next?"

Diane, who had been teased by the Queen, had nowhere to hide and felt unsafe without the head maid. Today, with the head maid not by her side, Diane felt extremely uncomfortable.

"There's a banquet coming up soon, just show up briefly. It'll be dark by then, let me taste the holy blood."

The Queen leaned down and whispered seductive words in Diane's ear, making Diane shudder.

"Although it's a bit late to say this, I still want to say it: Your Majesty, please don't let your mind wander to the future and fall in love with me as I am now!"

Diane couldn't tell whether Her Majesty the Queen was pretending or not, so she offered her advice: if she was afraid of becoming a weapon, there was no need to try to please her now.

"You'll understand after the banquet; I'll tell you the whole truth then!"

The Queen smiled without saying a word, recalling the sweetness of the wedding, and then cupped Diane's head in her hands and bowed her head.

Diana was so dizzy from the kisses that she lost track of time. The carriage arrived at the palace, and the Queen reluctantly got out.

Time became agonizing. The Queen went off to attend to other matters. Knowing that Diane didn't particularly enjoy socializing, she told Diane to rest in her room and that she would call him back when the banquet began.

Diane had visited the Queen's boudoir twice in the past few days, looking around before quickly getting bored. He picked up a book from the bookshelf and flipped through it casually when a knock sounded at the door.

"Who?"

In a panic, Diane hurriedly closed the book and put it back on the shelf, but then she suddenly remembered that this was her own home, so what was there to be afraid of? She became calm and unhurried.

"It's me, Bridget!"

A magnetic female voice came from outside the door, and Diane quickly got up to open the door for Bridget.

"Chief, what brings you here?"

Upon opening the door and seeing the sophisticated woman in the trench coat, Diane quickly welcomed her in.

"Aren't you welcoming me? You've become a prince of Tudor, and now you want to keep your distance from me?"

Bridget strode into the room and sat directly on the Queen's luxurious bed, her arms outstretched behind her and her legs crossed, exuding a powerful aura.

"No, I just didn't expect Bridget to find me. And I heard the entire Bureau of Investigation was mobilized. Bridget, are you alright?"

Upon hearing the aloof and mature woman's complaint, Diane immediately took action, placing his hand on Bridget's raised thigh. Surprisingly, Bridget did not slap his hand away.

"Something's wrong. Her Majesty the Queen sent me to protect you. She was worried you'd be bored, so she asked me to chat with you!"

Bridget snorted, though it was unclear whether she was snorting in support of the Queen. She had been so proper with the Queen just moments ago, but now she was being so disrespectful to her. Who was getting married today, anyway?

"So it was Her Majesty's order!"

Diane was somewhat disappointed, and the caresses were rather perfunctory, before Bridget clamped her hand between her legs.

"Of course, I also have my own thoughts. I miss you too, and I want to be by your side."

Brigitte slid her legs up and down, caressing Diane's palms and the backs of her hands. She had originally wanted to avenge the Queen and tease Diane, but upon hearing Diane's sigh, she decided to say something Diane would like to hear.

"Then stay by my side. Sigh, I don't know how jealous Her Majesty the Queen is."

Diane sighed, and Bridget's thighs suddenly clenched together.

"Her Majesty the Queen has allowed me to come. What jealousy could she possibly have? Stop making things up about her. Besides, she has tacitly approved of your relationship with your maid and Isabella, and has even said she won't interfere with your lover."

Bridget's face darkened. Diane didn't know her well, so there was no need to be so harsh. She considered herself to be very magnanimous.

"My fault, my fault... Let's talk about something else. What are people talking about me about right now?"

Diane felt her palms and the backs of her hands were fleshy and didn't hurt, but she couldn't feel Bridget's curves anymore.

"What else could it be, a noble prince in distress..."

The two started chatting.

(End of this chapter)