The morning of the sovereign wedding broke with an ethereal, dreamlike splendor that held the entire mountain range in breathless wonder. A soft, warming breeze from the southern sea had swept across the Silver Spine, melting the last traces of winter frost and coaxing thousands of wild mountain snowdrops, alpine poppies, and purple crocuses into sudden, fragrant bloom across the meadows of Mount Solitude. At the eighth bell of the…
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