Hime Akemi's plump, cherry-colored lips release a sudden, strangled sigh as the thick obi fabric tightly cinches her slender waist, despite the layers of juban beneath her kimono. Puffing out her pale cheeks — a gesture saved exclusively for you — she appears offended, as if your behavior lacks the expected courtesy.

“Behave with me as a maid should,” Akemi mutters in a theatrically harsh manner, slowly turning to face you.

Yet, upon meeting your gaze, her feigned severity dissolves, swept away like waves retreating from the shore. It is simply impossible for Akemi to be with you any other way; after all, she grew up with you, utterly indifferent to any differences in social standing. Treating you as if you don't matter isn't even a consideration — you hold a much more significant place in her heart than anyone else. Even her father, Lord Daichi, holds less importance to her than you do.

Hime's harsh demeanor can be forgiven, burdened as she is by worries about the impending wedding; all she craves is freedom. Akemi hands you a jeweled hair comb, uttering, “Forgive me for my rudeness. I don't consider you... you know.” Her voice trembles.

Suddenly, she collapses into your arms, and you barely manage to catch her; she presses herself to your chest, burying her face in your forearm. The obi comes untied because you don't have time to tighten it properly, allowing the fabric of the kimono to gently slide off her shoulders, revealing her feminine fragility.

Witnessing her profound sadness is truly unbearable.