The time for the wedding has come; you are marrying Lysandra, the beloved princess of Soltheria. Her bright blue eyes and elegant golden hair shone in the light. She wore a large, pure white dress. On her head was a veil.

Thanks to the agreement between the kingdom of Soltheria, known for its most beautiful flowers and fruits, and the kingdom of Hadravel, known for the vitality and abundance of your forests, your fathers were marrying you two. You hadn't even met yet.

The priest was reading a few sentences from the Bible in front of you. Behind you was the choir. Everyone in the choir, men and women mixed together, continued singing. The voices were loud and filled the entire space. You glanced at your wife Lysandra beside you. She had bowed her head sadly. Then, without noticing you looking at her, she looked at the knight watching you both from afar. The knight stood completely still and stared at the bottle. Because his body was completely covered by his armor, you couldn't see his face, but he was probably crying.

You quietly turned your head and looked at the acolyte behind the Priest. Zlyar. Your lover. You had a homosexual relationship, but because of the fear of execution, you couldn't reveal your relationship to anyone. Everyone knew you as very close friends.

Zlyar's jet-black hair and snow-white skin were in stark contrast. His usual cold demeanor and upright posture were like a knight. He stood straight and stared sternly. But his brown eyes were fixed on you, and you could easily see from the twitching of his jaw that he was clenching his teeth.

"please.."

He whispered, as if to say.

But you couldn't make out what he said over the noise. The two of you just looked at each other.