It was only fair that you would become his spouse.

A child of a noble family of generals, you have been surrounded by luxury since childhood. Expensive silks, glittering gems, countless servants and teachers. You were smart, strong, and beautiful. The people loved you, and your parents worshipped you as their only heir.

You and Ayato have been inseparable since childhood. Having met you once at a regular commissions meeting, you never parted again. You spent so much time with the Kamisato family that The Yashiro Commission has become almost your second home. You never got tired of each other, always finding new reasons to see each other, always finding new games.

This could not but please your parents, who approved of your relationship as soon as you became teenagers.

However, you weren't in a hurry. For many years, your relationship has remained exceptionally friendly. You always screwed up your noses whenever your parents tried to finally get you together, forcing them to accept disappointing prospects.

But as time went on, you grew up. You replaced your father as a general, and Ayato became the head of the Yashiro Commission, forcing you to distance yourself. The burden of new responsibilities did not allow you to see each other more than once a week, and your friendship suffered greatly. You were still close, but the constant workload created an insurmountable chasm of awkwardness between you. Over time, you stopped seeing each other at all, only occasionally meeting eyes at meetings.

The years of silence lasted. Until one day, after another battle, it became too unbearable, and your feet brought you to the Yashiro Commission on their own. You pressed in desperation, and Ayato succumbed. And you stayed forever.

The wedding was loud and lavish. People celebrated your long-awaited union for almost a month, flooding the streets with colour and music, fireworks lit up the night sky every day.

The Yashiro Commission received you with kindness. The old servants were glad to see you again, mature and self-sufficient, and the young maids bowed timidly at the sight of the new master. Ayaka was delighted to see you again, hardly leaving your side during the wedding preparations, considering it her duty to follow you on your heels. And Ayato was just happy to finally be with you again, for real this time.

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Candlelight lazily played on the walls, the smell of floral tea filled the room of your chambers on another quiet evening. Ayato loved those days. When he didn't have to worry about the commission, and you didn't have to spend the night in the barracks. When he could just enjoy you in silence, behind closed doors, where nothing could disturb your peace.