The Royal Mark-Chapter 102: Will You Accept Me?

Despite being quite annoyed with Chris, Elsa concealed her irritation, especially in the presence of their guests, who included werewolves from wealthy families in Arcanis known for their trade with Zemaria. She scanned the line of people greeting them repeatedly, but she never spotted Chris.

A wealthy werewolf merchant extended his stay, presenting Elsa with various uncut gemstones that could be fashioned into jewelry or whatever she preferred. He expounded on the symbolic significance of each gem, captivating the King, the Queen, and Elsa. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Presenting another small box, he revealed, "Inside this box, you’ll find gemstones unique to Arcanis, exceptionally rare. Choose the diamond that appeals to you, Princess Elsa; it’s your special day, and you deserve the finest."

Elsa marveled at the array of uncut diamonds. "I never realized diamonds came in so many colors," she remarked as she examined each one closely.

The tradesman clarified, "There are even more colors, but we’ve selected the rarest ones for you. Choose one, and we’ll have it cut and polished to your liking."

Elsa’s gaze was captivated by a gray diamond, and she picked it up, inspecting it with a smile.

"Do you like it, Princess?" the merchant inquired.

"Yes, I believe I’ll go with this one," Elsa replied.

Nonetheless, the queen expressed her displeasure with Elsa’s selection. "Oh dear, why not choose the red or white one? They’re more expensive."

"I really don’t mind the price. They’re already rare and unique in their own right. I want this one because it reminds me of Chris’ gray eyes," Elsa replied with a smile as she returned the diamond to the merchant.

"Perfect! You’ve made the right choice," the merchant exclaimed, turning to the man by the door and waving his hands. "Bring it in!"

Elsa, the king, and the queen furrowed their brows as the merchant’s voice resounded so loudly that it drew the attention of everyone in the great hall. Before long, tall and masculine men entered the hall one by one, seemingly parading in their elegant fur coats and luxurious attire as they approached Elsa.

A group of approximately ten to twelve men stood before Elsa, each respectfully kneeling as they introduced themselves. Among them, she recognized Hoven Haraldsen, the Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack.

"Your Highness, I am Gavin Hartoff, Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack."

"It’s an honor to make your acquaintance. I am Blake Messik, Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack."

"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Tallor Sigrids, Alpha of the Night Walker Pack."

"I pledge my service to you, Princess. I am Aeson Bjorn, Alpha of the Midnight Pack."

Seven more Alpha leaders introduced themselves to Elsa as they knelt before her, leaving her speechless and overwhelmed. Her surprise wasn’t solely due to the impressive display of handsome men before her but also because it was her first time encountering such a gathering of Alphas in one place. Their powerful and intimidating auras caused other individuals in the hall to instinctively take a step or two back.

After the final introduction, just as before, they stepped aside to make way for another individual – someone unknown to them. Elsa’s heart began to race, sensing a significant moment approaching, and she had a strong feeling bout this... a good one.

When the guards opened the door, a delightful scent wafted into the room, something Elsa had been yearning for in the past few days. She closed her eyes, a smile gracing her lips, and inhaled the intoxicating aroma that only she could smell – cotton candy. "Chris..." she softly murmured.

Chris entered the hall, draped in his majestic gray fur cloak. Beneath it, he wore a long black coat jacket adorned with gold embroidery along the collar and front, paired with black pants and leather shoes. He moved with a supermodel’s grace, his gaze solely fixed on Elsa, who concealed her smile behind a composed facade. When he came to a stop in front of her, he offered her a roguish grin. "The mongrel is here, princess. Still upset?"

Elsa furrowed her brow, feeling a sense of strangeness as she had used the same term earlier, and now here was Chris, seemingly aware of her exact sentiments. But before she could respond, Chris knelt down, mimicking the other alphas’ actions from earlier. Elsa straightened her posture, awaiting Chris’ greeting and words of congratulations. ’They certainly do things differently in Arcanis,’ she thought.

"I, Prince Christopher Jorgensen of Arcanis Kingdom, pledge my allegiance to the Zemaria Empire. I swear to protect the family and the people of the woman who holds my heart and soul..."

Chris’s words nearly left Elsa wide-eyed, and she swiftly glanced around, noticing everyone’s gaze fixed upon them. She returned her attention to Chris, who wore a warm smile. Her face must have turned as red as her hair by now.

Chris continued, "I pledge my loyalty and fidelity to you, my beloved mate. My heart will forever be yours, and I promise to care for you as long as I live..."

Elsa watched as Chris took a small velvet box from his trouser’s pocket. When he opened it, she saw the same gray diamond she had selected earlier with the tradesman and it was now on a gold ring.

"Princess Elsa Morgan Van der Aart, will you accept me as your mate and marry me?"

Elsa stood motionless and speechless in front of everyone. She felt frozen in place. Ciel, who stood behind her, nudged her and cleared her throat, [It’s getting awkward, Elsa. Everybody is watching. It’s time to give your answer now.]

Elsa remained immobile, and murmurs started to ripple through the crowd as people wondered why she hadn’t responded.

’Oh God, please make her say yes,’ Elsa heard in her mind. It was Chris’ voice, but he hadn’t opened his mouth.

She squinted at Chris and heard his voice again in her mind. ’I love you, and I want you. Please say yes!’

His final words startled her and made her jolt. "Y-Yes," she stammered. "I will marry you, Prince Christopher."