After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1406

Chapter 1406: Octavia’s Departure

A few hours later, Octavia’s departure had finally arrived. The entire time, she was kept inside her room, given medicine and treatments to make her into her most beautiful, sublime self.

At this time, she was being dressed and arranged, looking blankly in front of her as if without much thought.

"Master Piddes is the Lord’s oldest son," her head maid, Trea, said as she arranged her hair for her. "You will have a good marriage—much, much, better than others. People will envy you."

"Hmn," she just said, completely noncommittal. She just stared at herself in the metallic mirror, eyes devoid of much life.

Her other maid, Esstia, looked at her in pity, but did not say anything, just silently fixing the details for her, making sure she was as beautiful as she could be.

At this time, Octavia was already ’fixed’ by a healer and there was no mark of the bruises or blood not too long ago.

She was getting dressed and would be sent to the array with several servants. Her father would also be there, along with his favorite wife, to attend her wedding.

Knowing them, they would be there to close deals and form networks, probably not giving her another look after selling her off.

There, she would be sent to perform the other place’s traditional wedding, which was not much, at least for the woman.

The ceremony in Hassen was only grand in the sense that the decorations were lush and excessive. Hassen City’s main industry was metallurgy, and they made use of a lot of these expensive materials to show off their wealth.

However, in terms of meaning, it was too lacking. It was simply an exchange of shallow vows and drinking of an alcohol mixed with a Love Potion, designed to work after an hour...and would last 3 days.

As the bride, she would be sent straight to the chamber after the ceremony to await her fate. In contrast, her husband would arrive after socializing for a bit.

In terms of timeline, the bride would have to drink wine laced with love potion too, as soon as she arrived at the chambers. This was to ensure the bride was desperate for touch by the time the husband arrived at the bridal chambers.

This was designed not for the comfort of the bride, but solely for the man’s enjoyment.

When he arrived, the wife would be fully expected to serve him to the best of her ability, ideally filled with desperation. The standard of a marriage’s success would be how many times the man climaxed. No one cared about the bride.

Octavia’s eyebrows furrowed and she grabbed the hem of her skirt.

This was far from how she imagined her wedding would go.

For decades, she—like many other girls— had an image of what her wedding would be.

The Bleulle Wedding was one of the most romantic weddings in the world.

He made a procession heading from his home to the venue, listing down why he chose her, and why she would not regret choosing him. He was loud, very loud, and he made sure everyone in the territory knew of of his feelings for her.

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