Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 103
The garden of Arsinoe was filled with the scent of spring. The melting snow gave way to a vibrant array of colorful spring flowers. Under Margaret’s meticulous direction, an elegant and majestic outdoor wedding venue had been crafted.
The procession of guests celebrating the union of Arsinoe and Herodt was immense. It was the most spectacular and grand wedding in history.
In the garden, where petals danced with every breeze, white chairs were arranged in perfect symmetry. As Dante appeared at the front of the red carpet, the buzz of chatter among the guests abruptly ceased.
It was the overwhelming presence they all felt, something only mages could perceive.
Even his strikingly handsome appearance was overshadowed by the suffocating aura he exuded. His oppressive magical energy left some mages hiccupping in corners. Many avoided making eye contact for fear of drawing his attention.
Was Herodt’s magic always this fearsome?
Once his features came into full view, the sense of unease only doubled.
His sharp, chiseled features looked as if they had been delicately sculpted with a razor’s edge. Usually unkempt, his gray hair had been neatly styled back, making his already precise features appear even more chillingly refined today.
His towering height, broad shoulders, muscular build, and perfectly proportioned limbs were hard to believe belonged to a mage. He seemed almost like a being of another species, descended to earth.
The mages began to murmur among themselves.
“I feel like I’m going blind just looking at him.”
“Insane. If I make eye contact, I might as well drop dead right after.”
“I always wondered who’d end up marrying the fairy-like Hansel Arsinoe. Turns out, only someone like that would be worthy.”
Amid the whispers, the officiant silenced the crowd.
When Dante Herodt’s name was announced as the groom, the mages quickly came to their senses and rose simultaneously. This was their homage to the returning king—the heir of Herodt.
The sight of over a hundred mages rising in unison was breathtaking. As they paid their respects to Dante, the processional music began to play. Dante turned around, and his crimson eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.
She was a fairy. His fairy, scattering light with her every step. Hansel.
From the tiara atop her elegantly pinned platinum blonde hair, to her lake-clear, sparkling eyes, her peachy pink cheeks, and red lips.
Even the shy, yet exhilarated smile she couldn’t hide.
It felt as if his heart might leap out of his chest. His entire being was consumed by her presence, leaving no room for any other thought.
That this breathtakingly beautiful woman was marrying him.
That she loved him. That she wanted him.
Could a more blessed life exist?
Hansel entered, holding Margaret’s hand. Reaching Dante, Margaret handed Hansel’s hand to him.
Margaret whispered softly.
“Take care of my daughter’s happiness, Dante.”
Dante, unable to tear his eyes away from Hansel, gave a dazed nod. His gaze brimmed with an overflowing sweetness that made Margaret silently chuckle.
Not even hypnosis could enchant someone so thoroughly. It was an apt observation.
Standing before the officiant, Hansel sneaked a glance at Dante.
Dante was utterly captivated by her, but Hansel wasn’t any better.
Her cheeks flushed a vivid red.
What do I do?
He’s just so handsome. His face practically sparkles.
Hansel felt as though her heart might burst just looking at him. If there were a ten-point scale, Dante scored a perfect ten. Not a single detail was out of place today.
He was always stunning, but with his hair sleeked back, he looked every bit the prince.
No, not a prince. A king.
It was amusing to think that the man standing next to her as the king of mages was once the Witch of the Gingerbread House just a few months ago.
The officiant, an elegant middle-aged mage and Margaret’s longtime friend, smiled fondly at the bride and groom.
“And so, may your nights be filled with passion that shakes your bed to its core—”
…Wait. Did I hear that correctly?
Hansel frowned slightly at the unexpected comment, but the officiant merely smiled warmly. Meanwhile, Dante’s eyes glimmered oddly, as if deeply inspired by the remark.
“…With this, I officially pronounce Hansel Arsinoe and Dante Arsinoe as husband and wife!”
As soon as the officiant made the proclamation, Dante pulled Hansel into a tight embrace. Before she could let out even a small gasp, he pressed his lips against hers.
Gretel’s exclamation of admiration and the guests’ laughter rose together, painting the sky with joy.
The wedding of a historical witch—or rather, a man who once was—and his princess bride.
