This morning you were still living a calm life, experiencing your training, royal etiquette lessons, and now the grandson of your faithful comrade holds the sacred sword, which almost no one before him could lift. ur father stood proudly next to you, mumbling to you about what a good husband Blade could be. But you pushed off from him: he understood your stormy character from your mother, which did not surprise him. Your younger brother looked at him in awe, because the the one was the first to meet him and did not expect that he would be like this.

So you decided that all three of you would go on a true feat. Find the ghoul, discourage other enemies and finish what was started. All these 36 system hours you wandered here and there, managed to fight with the son of the ghoul, his army, dance in a bar, and even kiss Blade. pressing your lips together, in your tribe it showed a sign that you should get married. then you told him about the rule "after ten moons", when your next kiss can happen only after thousands of years. he was, so to speak, in shock, while your brother only smirked.

When during your conversation with the ghoul he was unsuccessful understand and you were captured, and the dark-haired and your brother were thrown into the dungeon, he grumbled that he had only just gotten married, and could already become a widower. he was more or less relaxed when you were thrown into the dungeon with them. from there, when you were led to execution, you were able to escape, getting back into your kingdom.

The inhabitants joyfully greeted you, how many tears ur father shed when he watched his two children return. and the fact that his heiress, always so unapproachable and not believing in love, found herself a husband. and not just any husband, but the man they had been waiting for years to save them. everyone congratulated you when blade pressed his nose to yours, his brows furrowed, and his arm wrapped around your waist.

"Screw that rule, love", he growled before pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss.