The dragon's harem

Chapter 604 Aella’s Wedding: Troubles

The elves gathered under the sunlight, standing right outside the main church in the snow, peaking inside the church as the guards blocked the main door after the place filled.

The humans from Alina had already taken the majority of the place, making it harder for the church to fit more people.

This might have looked like a regular marriage from the outside, but it wasn’t. Inside the church, and beside the human, not a single commoner elf stood. Only the highest of the nobles of the country managed to attend since the people in question were special.

The great Uranus, the dragon who blasted the whole vampiric Kingdom of Vlad, is marrying Aella, the herald of the wind spirit. A dragon that holds power in its claw and an elf who contracted one of the most beloved spirits in elvish history are marrying.

The tension only grew larger as time passed inside. The nobles slowly started mumbling as it took Arad and Aella a while to get out of the priest’s cabin, which they reserved to prepare.

The priest stood in silence in front of the altar. His eyes closed as he held two fruits in his hands, a lemon and a lime.

“What’s taking them so long?” Eris asked, sitting with the crowds beside Mira and the rest. “I want my turn quickly,”

“Merida used Aella’s old measurements to create the wedding dress,” Mira replied, tilting her head closer to Eris’s ear.

Merlin approached, “Since Aella was busy, she didn’t bother trying it. And she also wanted to wear it for the first time at the wedding.”

“Her shoulder and back muscles grew a bit larger since the last time she got measured. That messed the tight fit around the shoulder and chest that Merida was going for.” Amber explained.

“I told her to go with something simpler,” Lydia said, “Merida said that since Aella has a strong back and large breasts, it’s better to go with a design that ends on her chest and has an exposed back.”

“So it didn’t fit?” Eris sighed.

“Worse,” Mira giggled, “Each time she wore it, it always fell off her upper torso since it couldn’t fit. Merida is now trying to patch it up with a few strings that wrap around the back.”

Suddenly, Tina walked out of the changing room and approached the girls, “Is she done?” Eris asked with a smile.

“Aella’s dress is almost fixed. But we have another problem.” Tina approached them, whispering, “Arad ripped the back of his suit when tried to take the pose Merida wanted Aella to take so she could fix her dress. He was trying to help by showing her how, but ended up ripping it.”

The girl sighed, “For real, he didn’t think about it…” Mira sighed.

“I told you, we need to do something about Merida and her tight clothes. She takes measurements literally,” Lydia said,

“What do we do?” Eris looked around, seeing Isdis, who stood behind them with a passive face.

“You with us?” Mira poked her, and she gasped.

“What?” She looked around, panicked, “Did it start?”

“What were you thinking about?” Tina stared at her.

Zephyr giggled, “Probably daydreaming. She’s the last on the line, after all, having that royal preparation in the human capital taking so long,”

Unlike the other girls, Isids was the princess of a whole country, and her marrying meant the birth of a potential king, and the fact the people need to know that she might as well end up as their queen soon enough.

With the humans being less advanced magically than the elves, it took them longer to prepare for a wedding, especially since Isids was a princess and not a member of an honored family like Aella.

“Listen, you’re a bard, so what do you,” Tina re-explained the situation.

“I see,” She started thinking, “This is an elvish marriage, so they won’t need to kiss. All they have to do is bite the lemon and lime the priest has. They won’t need to give the crowd their sides, let alone backs.”

“Really?” The girls gasped, “Won’t they need to walk out of the church?”

“Elves are mostly experts in magic and archery, so Arad is expected to show off a bit by taking Aella out of here in a novel way. Most elves either carry their spouse out or move them with wind magic.”

“Then Arad can use magic to get out?” Eris smiled.

“Pretty much. There is no need for him to show the crowd his back, and he can just teleport with Aella out.” She smiled.

“But, I have a better idea that would remain in romantic songs for generations,” Isdis giggled, “How about if he burst his wings out? And fly with her above the clouds. No one would ask why his back is ripped out. It’s where his wings came from.”

“Flying out? through where?” Mira looked up at the ceiling, “This place is closed.”

“No, the windows on the dome should be openable, just as a priest to go on the roof and open them beforehand for Arad and Aella to get through.” Isdis smiled, “I’m sure they can fit, look how big those windows are.”

“They probably should just teleport,” Eris sighed, “No need for flying out, and we don’t need him destroying his suit even more.”

“You’re right,” Isdis sighed, “It would have been a nice poem,”

“We need him wearing something for us,” The other girls stared at her, “I doubt Merida can fix it if he spread his wings and blasted it to bits.”

“I’m going to check on them again,” Tina rushed back into the cabin.

CLICK! She opened the door and walked in, seeing Arad sitting on a chair, waiting as Merida sewed strings on Aella’s back.

“How is it?” Tina asked. 𝑖𝘦.𝒸𝘰𝘮

“She tried to use two strings to finish early, but it seemed that Aella’s breasts could spill out if she moved wrong, the muscles on her back as strong enough to rip the strings out of the fabric.

“I’m going to use six strings,” Merida said, “And I’m trying them to different places. You need to take short breaths, and don’t make any sudden moves.”

“Don’t tell me they could spill outside,” Tina sighed.

“No, I meant she stop breathing heavily here when I’m sewing. It’s making the job harder.” Merida stared at Aella, “Calm down,”

“I’m a bit nervous. You can’t blame me when it’s my wedding,” Aella gasped.

“AWA!” Aella cried as Merida poked her back with the needle, “I said don’t move,”

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The people started mumbling outside, waiting for Arad and Aella to show up. Vasilissa looked at the cabin with a worried face. ^They won’t fix it in time, would they?^

She stood, approaching the girls. “Excuse me, can I ask something?”

“They’ll come out soon,” Eris replied. Probably telling strangers what was happening wasn’t a good idea, and she stuck to that reply.

“Did they damage the wedding dress or suit by any chance?” Vasilissa asked with a smile, staring at the girls with a sharp glare. “It’s happened to me before, and I could help.”

The girls looked at each other, “What happened?”

Vasilissa looked away, scratching her chin, “The tailor mixed my measurements with another woman, and the dress didn’t fit, and my husband tore his suit when he tried to do stretches.”

She giggled, and that story was true. ^I made a mistake and gave the measurement of one of my guises, so the dress didn’t fit me. And Alcott did try to stretch a bit and ripped his pants.^ She remembered.

“What did you do?” Mira stared at her.

“Flipped the pants outside out and gave them a rough stitch. It won’t show when you flip them. As for me, I tightened my corset a bit and asked a friend to make me a bit smaller, using a horrid witling spell.” Vasilissa giggled.

“Wait! The spell that kills people by drawing moisture out of them?” They gasped.

“It was my wedding, and damn it, I’m going in the white dress even if it kills me.” Vasilissa looked at Merlin, “You’re a great wizard. I’m sure you have some spells to make her larger or smaller.”

It clicked in Merlin’s head, “Let’s ask Zephyr,”

“Yeah,” Mira smiled, “Come with me, you can sew clothes, can’t you?”

“Yeah, I can,” Vasilissa replied with a smile, and Mira immediately dragged her to the cabin.

The moment the door opened, Mira, Merlin, and Vasilissa walked inside and closed it behind them.

“I thought none would get here?” Arad stared at them.

“She can help. Give her your jacket and shirt. She can sew them together.” Mira pointed at Vasilissa.

“Hope she won’t mess it up,” Merida pointed back, “Use my toolkit,”

“Got it,” Vasilissa rushed to work.

“Merida, Zephyr might be able to help.” Merlin looked up, and Zephyr popped out of her hair, “I do not have that fine control, but I can make you overall smaller to fit better.”

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