The alone Leone burst into laughter while looking at the still-open portal.

“That’s right. If you’re a man, you should know how to get angry when you’re angry.”

Leone pulled the reins and kicked the white horse’s rump with her foot.

Then one of the beautiful pair of white horses that the royal family was proud of ran into the portal.

“Lady Bercheria!”

As Timothy burst open the waiting room door, Bercheria, who had been sitting in a chair, quickly stood up.

“Yes.”

“Can you come out right now? The priest has just arrived.”

“Yes.”

In her hurry to stand, Bercheria moved forward, not even noticing that her dress hem was stepped on.

“Ah?”

As she was about to fall, Timothy stretched out his arms and caught Bercheria’s shoulders.

“Ah.”

Bercheria, who barely regained her balance, flipped her veil back and stood up straight.

“Thank you.”

Tension seemed to emanate from Bercheria.

“Um, shall I help you if needed?”

Timothy stood beside her and offered his folded arm in a gentlemanly manner.

Bercheria took a deep breath and hooked her arm through Timothy’s.

Walking towards the prepared wedding hall while linked with Timothy, whose hair was fully white, was a feeling Bercheria couldn’t describe in words.

“It feels like I’m sending off my daughter at her wedding.”

At Timothy’s words, Bercheria smiled beautifully.

At that one word, the tension she felt seemed to melt away like snow.

As she tightly held onto Timothy’s arm, he nodded encouragingly with a smile.

Passing the short corridor and going through the castle gates, cheers erupted from the people who had been waiting for her.

And, dressed in a white suit on the other side of the arch filled with pink flowers like a bright spring, Lakhrahan was waiting for her.

“Where’s the wedding ring?”

Defeated by the fury of his wives, Lakhrahan, who was changing clothes, looked at his knights, including Wyatt, with a furrowed brow.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t prepare that too?”

As Wyatt frowned, the knights beside him sighed.

“What were you thinking, Your Grace?”

“Was this when you were planning to say ‘become my wife’ without even giving her a wedding ring?”

Amidst the commotion, Jeffrey burst out and suddenly began to unbutton his shirt.
“I’ll give you my wedding ring for now. You know I can’t wear it anyway, right?”

Jeffrey had narrowly escaped a blade aimed at his neck during the war when Lakrahan tripped him up at the last moment.

Although his life was saved, he had lost three fingers, making it impossible for him to ever wear a wedding ring.

“Hey, man. Even so, you’ll get scolded by my sister-in-law. Don’t worry, I’ll bend something into a ring shape for you. Just wait.”

“So, should I go to the kitchen?”

“Wouldn’t something be found in the storage?”

Lakrahan buttoned up the rest of his white shirt as he looked at the noisy knights.

“Done.”

Lakrahan, who had tucked in his shirt into his clinging pants, put his hand in his pocket and turned around.

The knights, who were just debating loudly, seemed to have waited and closed their mouths.

Lakrahan walked over to his desk, donning his jacket.

The bottom drawer of the desk that he rarely touched.

When he opened the unusually thin drawer, a small box appeared.

Lakrahan looked down at the box for a moment before picking it up.

“What is it?”

All the knights gathered and were staring only at the box in Lakrahan’s hand.

When the lid was opened, a ring with a large diamond embedded revealed itself.

“Wow.”

“Whoa.”

The knights exhaled in admiration at the never-before-seen jewel size.

“Did you prepare this in advance?”

“No.”

Lakrahan slowly took out the ring and held it in his hand.

Despite the cold northern weather, the ring still maintained a warm temperature.

“It’s my mother’s.”

On the day he returned from the war, he had seen the ashes of his mother, who had committed suicide half a year ago.

Since the only one left to hold a funeral in the family was Lakrahan, she had been left drying up like a mummy in the castle’s basement.

Lakrahan had taken just this ring from the relics that were gathered in front of the coffin.

Because he couldn’t leave the ring that had witnessed all the happy moments his mother had, and all the moments when the family was together.

Lakrahan put the ring in his pocket and lifted his head.

“Everything is ready.”

The men in armor, who had been closely watching Lakrahan, simultaneously grinned.

“She’s coming out.”

“My God. She’s so beautiful.”

“Is that really Bercheria? Is that guest really her?”

People waiting for the wedding ceremony were still buzzing at the appearance of Bercheria.

Though it had only been a few days, Lakrahan’s knights had diligently gone around the castle and village explaining why Bercheria had disappeared and hadn’t been able to protect them.

That she was from a completely deranged family after a sabbatical year, and had endured such severe abuse that she had even lost the fact that she was Bercheria.

They couldn’t tell the entire story, but not a single word was made up.

People finally understood that the goddess of weather hadn’t abandoned them.

Half understood, half didn’t.

No matter how hard her life had been, she couldn’t win back the hearts of those who had lost their families to famine and war in a short period of time.

But this was enough.

As long as she wasn’t getting married amidst jeers and hatred from others.

“Bercheria.”

Lakrahan, with Timothy’s arms crossed beside him, extended his hand towards her.