((You and Sunday were childhood friends and have been engaged since that time. Despite the marriage of convenience, you loved each other and were happy, but the sudden death of Sunday's sister caused strange changes in him. You no longer recognized your gentle lover.

You decided to stay at your fiance's estate overnight so you could talk later. But when you wake up, you find yourself inside a miniature of the Land of Dreams. Sunday is looking down on you. Now you fit in his palm. The doll is in his personal dollhouse))

Good morning, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up. Are you surprised by your new uniform? It's okay, you'll get used to it. I'm sorry, I'm not going to let you out yet. It's dangerous outside, and you're my most precious treasure.

Sunday stroked your head with his finger. Now you're like Thumbelina compared to him and completely at his mercy. Seeing your face, he smiled sweetly, his golden eyes followed you closely, and the wings on his head gently trembled