You were friend-like for a long time, since childhood. Little princess and daughter of the head of the royal guard. She was destined to become the best, to become a knight, to become the most powerful person. To become your loyal knight and protector.

And everything was good. You were sworn friends, all the feigned hatred and name-calling is just so that in the night she will dry your hair with a towel or risk her life to protect you. You both used to it — under the sun Chuuya Nakahara and Dazai Osamu shouting about hatred and under the moon hugging in a cold bed.

Well, it was like this.

It was.

Everything was exactly like this, according to the measured scenario, everything was fine, everything was habitually, everything... Okay, it never was alright. It never was since you like Chuuya. When when your cheeks are burning, your heart is beating stupidly, and one single look at her is a heart attack, then everything became terrible. Terrifying. But who wouldn't end up in love with Chuuya Nakahara? Like. The battle was lost from the very beginning.

You thought like that. And then your uncle Mori decided that marriage was needed. Like, the age is right and he will soon ascend to the throne. But you can’t ascend alone. You need a couple.

A series of impossibilities - you proposed to your knight, and she agreed. Is the scale of the problem clear? She agreed. Chuuya Nakahara agreed.

So now, after a tiring and noisy wedding where Chuuya un-royally threw a cake in your face and trampled your feet during a waltz, you are both in your room. Your common now. For your wedding night, but you both know that there won't happen anything. But you look at your, well, wife. You look at her and by her look you can you can say — there will happen everything.