The air in Eselbrador was abuzz with an almost tangible energy. Beggars wore smiles, guards gave pardons, and merchants gave discounts. A sense of cheer and good will fairly saturated the city for on that day, beneath the sweeping, soaring arches of the mighty cathedral near the center of the city, the two most powerful and benevolent regents in all the known world were to be married, unified in bond just as they were unified in love.
Dignitaries and nobles from around the world had come to be a part of the occasion. Some came with wagon trains stretching for half a mile like the sultan of Kabdesh, while some had walked the entire way with nothing more than a satchel of dried meat like the Green Thane of Hjorland. All were welcome in the doors of the cathedral, though the massive influx of nobility tended to scare away the less noble classes. It was still at least a few hours before the ceremony would be ready to begin but from the line of people waiting to get inside you might have thought the wedding had already begun and they were late.
Of course, it wasn't all smiles and good will, and the royal guard knew it. If someone wanted to, say, assassinate the king or queen, a public venue would be an ideal time to do it. As such, the cathedral was being patrolled by every soldier, guard, naval officer, and militia man that could be mustered. The place was more secure than a mountain keep. Every entrance and exit was covered by both a bowman and a swordsman. Nothing short of death incarnate would stop this wedding.
At the huge double doors though, there were no guards. Instead, Pentus McBladen, the royal bard, was greeting people as they entered. He appeared nonchalant and at ease in his narrow purple robes, though he kept a firm grip on his staff at all times. At the moment he was greeting a portly, red faced man who was grinning from ear to ear. The man wore a voluminous white robe with a gold sash and cap. Pentus bowed courteously with one hand on his stomach and one on his shoulder, "Greetings Oh sultan of the undying Kabdesh desert. May your steps lead you to water and your tent never fail you for shade."
The portly sultan returned the bow and sidled further into the cathedral. Pentus' eyes followed him, looking for any protrusions that might be a dagger or other weapon. He'd been silently scanning the sultan with both his eyes and magic since the second he'd spotted him. Kabdesh men were known for their jealousy of other men with more beautiful wives than they. He might have been planning something… stupid. Luckily, the sultan seemed harmless after a minute of searching. Satisfied, the bard turned back to the door and smiled invitingly, ready to welcome and inspect the next guest.