“Do you sincerely love the Goddess of Weather?”
“……”
“No. Let’s be honest. Duke, the Goddess of Weather is stunningly beautiful, right? Be honest. Is it such a big deal to say you love her, especially when you’re about to get married?”
Lakrahan, who had halted his steps, turned his head slightly to look at Wyatt.
Until now, he had been wandering, unable to understand his own feelings.
Never having loved a woman, he didn’t know what such a feeling was like or how it would approach him.
Both he and Bercheria were individuals with too many wounds and challenges yet to face.
But he didn’t want to be swayed here and there, unaware of his own feelings or what the right choice was.
Lakrahan at least wanted his life to flow based on his own choices.
Because he knew that a person’s future is uncertain, whether it’s when, where, or how it will be.
“If there are only two options in front of me, whether to love or not.”
When faced with a complex issue, it’s best to think simply.
If there are only two paths in front of me, and I have to choose one right away.
“I do love Bercheria.”
Wyatt, who had been cheerfully asking questions, suddenly paused and scratched his head.
“Haha, is, is that so? Hahaha.”
On top of that, he suddenly started blinking rapidly, as if something had gotten into his eye.
Being a naturally quirky fellow, Lakrahan paid it no mind.
“I don’t want to swear love falsely in front of my people. Whether Bercheria is sincere or not, I intend to give this marriage my all.”
“Um, Duke, but.”
“I have so much on my shoulders that it pains me to watch. I want to relieve some of that burden for her. I want her to rely on me a bit.”
“Why are you suddenly making such a strong confession? You should moderate yourself, Duke.”
Lakrahan exhaled a short breath while looking at Wyatt.
“You’ll probably never understand. Once a feeling for someone takes root, from then on…!”
Turning to walk ahead, Lakrahan froze as soon as he saw what lay in front of him.
“Pfft.”
Lady Morgan, who was standing behind Bercheria, let out a deflated noise and then pretended to bite her lip.
Not just Lady Morgan; the facial expressions of other relatives from the castle were also chaotic due to Lakrahan’s fervent confession.
“Ha.”
Fortunately, it was just them.
Bercheria, who had been watching him from the front, was turned into a stone statue, clutching a charming bouquet at her chest.
As Lakrahan and Bercheria stood face to face, unsure of what to do, an impatient Lady Morgan intervened.
“Come on, let’s go to the waiting room for the wedding ceremony. You know the bride and groom have to wait there together, right?”
As she gestured to those around her, a crowd rushed in and grabbed Lakrahan.
“The groom should prepare quickly as well.”
They enthusiastically led the two to a bride and groom waiting room adorned with flowers.
The women whispered to Lakrahan as they walked.
“You need to relax her when you get in.”
“You must sincerely compliment her beauty. Got it?”
“That’ll make the first night go smoother. Just say everything is good, she’s pretty, understand?”
The laughing women pushed Lakrahan into the waiting room as soon as they arrived and closed the door behind them.
“Wait a minute!”
It seemed that from the beginning, his opinion didn’t matter. The door closed only after Bercheria entered.
Thump.
“……”
“……Ahem.”
Both stared at opposite ends of the floor before simultaneously walking towards the chair placed in the middle of the room.
“Shall we sit?”
Lakrahan awkwardly nodded at Bercheria’s words and lightly sat on the edge of the seat.
The air was filled with the scent of flowers, as if they had been freshly picked from the greenhouse.
The thing the women living in Lakrahan’s castle cared most about was precisely this flower.
They had invested effort in the banquet hall as well, but the most time-consuming was the waiting room chair.
The place where the soon-to-be-married couple would sit until they went to the cleric to make their marital vows.
The women had unanimously insisted that this place, which should be the most thrilling and beautiful, had to be prettier than any other.
“Having told them to prepare it as simply and unobtrusively as possible.”
At Lakrahan’s words, Bercheria let out a short laugh.
Even upon a renewed glance, she looked stunning in her snow-white dress.
The elegant profile visible under the transparent veil and her clean neckline were breathtaking.
It wasn’t that he had not known this before.
Bercheria was objectively beautiful to anyone who looked.
However, what newly struck him was that the dress she was wearing, the makeup, and the entire atmosphere were all for Lakrahan alone.
The thought made his chest stir.
Lakrahan hadn’t known that he was someone who could be so easily unsettled, whose heart could race so quickly.
While considering himself to have a mentality of steel, not even batting an eye when people died in front of him, perhaps that too was a delusion.
Apparently, there were still tender emotions within him that he had yet to fully express.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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