Except for the Duke and Duchess of Argent, who hinted at a future wedding, excluding them.

The actual participants in the vow were surprisingly calm. Their composed demeanor seemed to anticipate the situation.

‘Officiant, I hope you’ll shout the vow at her ceremony tomorrow.’

‘…A vow! Your Majesty, that is something only possible in front of a lifelong companion. You should consider it, as it is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Moreover, it’s just a vow between lovers. The future queen will be displeased.’

‘It doesn’t matter.’

‘It does not matter. Please do not just look at the surface…’

‘Even the gods and the future bride have nothing to complain about. I can assert that with confidence.’

‘…What?’

The next day, he recalled what had happened the day before while fiddling with the ring.

“Yes. I swear.”
He slowly raised his ruthless hand as if to crush the delicate one. Carefully, he pushed the ring onto the small, clenched hand.

An imprint was engraved on the tense fingers. Since a deep seal had been stamped in front of everyone, there was no way to deny it now.

The officiant then turned to Cloé and asked, “Cloé Freihed, can you pledge today’s love before the gods?”

Cloé also seemed unaware of this fact. She gazed intently at the ring that bound her finger.

“……. ”

The vow.

Suddenly, Cloé recalled her own wedding ceremony.

The vow she had dedicated to Calice.

At the moment she uttered that vow, Cloé fell in love with Calice.

And after parting with him, she received a second vow.

‘If I make a vow here…’

If Cloé completes the vow, she won’t be able to love anyone else. It was a promise of eternity with the emperor.

Like a ring that binds, Cloé was also becoming like that.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

He didn’t feel any need to hesitate. Cloé put the ring on Kun’s finger.

‘Now there’s no need to love anyone.’

And if Cloé had to love someone, she would rather it be Kun.

“At last, the vow of the two is complete.”

Following the officiant’s guidance, cheers erupted, and flower petals scattered around.

“The two have pledged a lifetime of happiness in front of the nobles gathered here. May everyone here pray for the true relationship between the two…”

The final moment of the vow was approaching.

“The two, in gratitude, shall prove their love.”

The rings symbolizing love had already been exchanged.

Thus, only one thing remained.

The kiss of love, also known as the flower of marriage.

Cloé quietly looked ahead. Then, something blue overlapped with the man’s red iris.

Standing still, Kun approached her. He pulled Cloé’s waist, barely filling a handful.

In the gentle music, his voice echoed softly. It was a size that only Cloé could hear.

“There are no pillars here.”

“……. ”

“What should we do?”

There was no place to hide as there were no pillars. The scene of the two kissing would be exposed from all directions. They couldn’t just pass it off with a glance as before.

There was no way he didn’t know that. Perhaps he intentionally asked the question.

Cloé, who had been silently observing her partner, lowered her eyes. After holding her breath for a moment, she closed her eyelids altogether.

Kun, confirming her appearance, approached. After wetting his handsome face, he moistened the veil she was wearing.

Cloé.

Even though the man didn’t say it, his voice was heard.
Suddenly, Cloé, who opened her eyes, found herself locking eyes with the man who had approached closely. At such a close distance, she saw herself reflected in the man’s eyes.

Close your eyes.

Once again, the man quietly exclaimed. Cloé realized that it was the language of gazes.

Cloé accepted it as if it were fate. Perhaps his close face had become burdensome.

She felt the veil fixed above her head lifting. Finally, the man had entered it.

His scent was noticeable. The breaths mingling haphazardly in the same place were quite stimulating.

Kun’s hand was now gripping Cloé’s neck. Inexplicably, the warmth from his suddenly heated hand transmitted to Cloé.

“……. ”

As he exerted strength on the neck he held, ironically, he leaned in.

Eventually, the man sealed Cloé’s lips.

The hand gripping Cloé displayed excitement with a hint of ferocity, yet only the lips exploring her displayed soft movements.

Into the tense, closed lips, a round lump of flesh entered. The other party seemed satisfied with her confusion, frozen in surprise.

A steady and elegant exchange continued. Cloé’s head spun at the first sensation she had ever experienced in her life.

She didn’t notice when the intense connection, as if they would not separate, ended. She couldn’t even comprehend when the man had pulled away.

“At last, even the gods have acknowledged your love. May endless blessings continue in your future…”

The officiant’s voice announcing the end of the ceremony was faint. The ecstatic cheers of the following guests didn’t register either.

The beating of her heart, proving that she was alive, was vividly audible, pounding against her ears.

As if she had done something wrong and dangerous, her heart raced rapidly.