“Think of those two eyes as a pair of pig nostrils. Randol gave me that advice when Magi trembled at her wedding.”

“Magi got married?”

“You didn’t know? Quite pitiful.”

Not realizing that I had been holding his hand with force, I hadn’t even noticed that we had walked more than half of the wedding aisle.

As I imagined pig nostrils as he suggested, the sight of people whispering as we walked didn’t bother me as much, and I nearly burst into laughter.

Seeing me relaxed, Cahill felt his lips stretch into a smile. Feeling it was a pretty good method, I glanced at Isolde, who was clapping, and our eyes met.

Just a few months ago, when I told her that we would meet again soon, I never expected to see her from such an opposite position. Isolde looked at me with a pitiful expression, but now there was relief in her expression, as if saying, ‘I’m glad that seat you’re in is not mine.’
“Do you, Prince Cahill The Hylak, take Renéola Violet as your lawfully wedded wife, to cherish, love, and respect her for the rest of your life?”

Responding to the officiant’s question in lieu of vows, Cahill looked down at me.

“Yes. I swear.”

Cahill’s low voice tickled the palm of my hand.

“Do you, the beautiful bride Renéola Violet, take Cahill The Hylak as your husband, to cherish, love, and respect him for the rest of your life?”

Cahill stared at me intensely, and I, looking at his face, replied softly.

“Yes.”

As Cahill, smiling lightly, gazed down at me, sunlight filtered through the window above his head. I found myself smiling without realizing it while observing him, who was being stared at dumbfoundedly.

After completing the wedding ceremony, we headed to the temple to make a vow in front of the goddess statue. The journey was made by carriage. The parade crossing the main street of the capital not only announced the royal marriage to the citizens but also served as a celebration parade.

Although the street was bustling with countless people, it was not filled with cheers like it used to be during Floria’s time. There were far more gazes filled with criticism. This was undoubtedly due to the deteriorating public opinion caused by the recent rumors spreading with Violet’s entry into the Violet family.

As the carriage passed through each intersection, the citizens looked at us with hostile glances.

I was mentally prepared for this, but it was inevitable to feel a bit crushed receiving such hatred.

However, instead of being disheartened by those gazes, I promised myself that Floria would stand in the direction those eyes were directed soon. Although they currently saw me as a wicked villainess tormenting their beloved princess,

“Soon, those gazes will be directed towards Floria, who has cleverly deceived everyone.”

Cahill, who was gazing at me and tilting his head to the side, opened his mouth.

“Your expression looks incredibly fierce for someone with such a small head. Can’t you smile now that we’ve just had the wedding?”

“I am smiling.”

I forced a smile and replied. Cahill raised his eyebrows and chuckled silently. His face showed that he understood what I was thinking.

“Shall I change the temperature of those gazes right away?”

“How would you do that?”

Is there such a method?

When I tilted my head in curiosity, Cahill lowered his eyes. I realized that the place his gaze landed was my lips. I quickly stepped back, or I tried to. I couldn’t resist when Cahill grabbed my arm.

“If you back away so disgustedly in front of everyone, there will be articles about our discord in the newspapers tomorrow.”

“You look strange, so what can I do?”

I retorted while fanning my flushed cheek for no reason, and Cahill spoke slowly.

“You’ve done it twice; is there a reason you can’t do it three times?”

The second time he mentioned was the kiss of the vow that took place at the wedding venue.

However, that was a physical contact born out of necessity. It was not the same as during the masquerade. Of course, the sensation was still tender, but it was different from before.
Moreover, he intends to do something like this in front of everyone, this man.

Cahill swept my cheek with his long fingers.

“Hylak is very generous in love. Perhaps he cannot tolerate a king who remains unmarried.”

“That’s true.”

People who are not married are treated as if they lack something, like they are incomplete.

That’s why Floria and Eric’s love story gained even more popularity. The purpose of Cahill handing me a golden rose on the day of the masquerade, as if to show off, was also to gain the favor of those who are weak in love.

Oh, really?

As if I understood his words, Cahill smiled slyly. The fingers that had swept my cheek were now grazing my lips.

“Perhaps the front page of tomorrow’s newspaper should feature the unabashed love of the first prince couple.”

With Cahill’s jaw firmly on my lips, he gradually approached.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. And soon, our lips, tinged with warmth, met. It felt like the sound of fireworks going off echoed at that very moment.