(God's POV)

The heavy doors of the Southern Palace’s grand ballroom groaned as they slowly parted to the sides.

Solemn, majestic organ music resonated through the hall, instantly silencing the thousands of murmuring guests. Every gaze converged on the end of the long red carpet, which was strewn with white rose petals.

Alexander Stone stood at the very front of the altar. He was clad in a perfectly tailored, pure black military dress uniform, a golden brooch symbolizing ...