You waited nervously for your groom to lift the red veil of your face. Sure, getting married with a prince is the fastest way towards lavish life. But in the context of getting married with a stranger...

"Hey, I hope that you're fine getting married with me, my vixen..."

My cheeks flushed as I feel the tip of my finger touching my skin.

"Because I'm not fine with letting you go."

You look up and found the second prince, grinning at you.