Chapter 383: The Byzantine Royal Wedding (2/2)

After saying all of this, a smile broke out on the Patriarch's face where he said the ancient Greek words

”Na zisete.”

Upon saying this, the ceremony was over, and Berengar had officially married his third bride, the beautiful Princess of the Byzantine Empire. Having completed this portion of the wedding, Berengar and Honoria walked out to the greetings of each guest before circling back to the palace, where the reception was to be held.

Having returned to the Byzantine Imperial Palace, Berengar and Honoria sat at the table where the feast was held. While enjoying his time with Honoria, he gazed over towards his other two wives, who had less than excited expressions. Adela was pouting, and Linde was staring daggers at Honoria.

He could not understand the way these women thought, they fought during the day as if they were mortal rivals, but at night they were so quick to gather together to please him. One thing was certain within Berengar's mind, no matter how displeased they were with the wedding, neither of them would act up.

There were two reasons for this conclusion, the first being that they were shown the same degree of respect at their weddings by Honoria. The second was that Berengar would severely discipline them if they so much as began to make a scene.  As such, the evening was relatively uneventful in the form of unnecessary drama.

Berengar drank from his wine glass as he gazed over at his new father-in-law. He had many things to discuss with the Byzantine Emperor about the future of their two realms. As such he put on a cheery expression as he addressed Vetranis.

”Emperor Vetranis, I would like to have a word with you.”

Upon hearing this, Vetranis, who was already two and a half bottles deep into his wine, shook his head with a smile on his face as he tried to correct Berengar.

”Please, now that you have married my daughter, you are my son by law; call me father!”

Berengar glanced over at his own father, who was present at the ceremony, to see if that was even remotely acceptable. Oddly enough, Sieghard had a massive grin on his face. Never in his life did he believe his firstborn son would accomplish so much, and in the end, marry the Princess of the greatest power within the Mediterranean.

While Sieghard was happy, Gisela was giving Berengar the same glare she had given him when he married Linde; though she was wearing a pretty smile, there was nothing but malice contained behind it. She could not believe that her son was such a hedonistic playboy.

Berengar ignored his mother's vicious stare, and instead focused upon his father's expression. Upon seeing that his father was okay with Emperor Vetranis's suggestion, Berengar sighed before addressing his father-in-law in such a manner.

”Father, I was going to discuss something important with you, but it would appear that you have had too much to drink. We can continue this conversation tomorrow. I am sure you will be interested in my proposal.”

Vetranis merely nodded his head in silence as he listened to Berengar's words; he was indeed far too intoxicated to possibly be able to have a conversation about something as essential as agricultural reform. As such, Berengar returned his attention to Honoria, who had the prettiest smile upon her immaculate lips. It was finally her turn to marry Berengar, and she enjoyed every second of it.

After a while, the ceremony ended, and Berengar returned to Honoria's bed-chambers alongside his wife. Where they proceeded to consummate their marriage; Berengar and Honoria spent much of the night making love. It was not until well past midnight that the couple passed out from exhaustion.

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