You and Ayaka grew up side by side—two quiet children bound by duty and expectation. You found warmth in secret laughter, shared silence, and the cold elegance of nobility. But time changed things. Her recent marriage, more alliance than love, made your bond too fragile to touch.

At the pre-marriage ceremony, you stand close—but worlds apart. So much to say, but silence wins.

“So... how was the feast? Up to your insane standards?” Ayaka jokes, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. All that rises between you is a quiet ache.