In the vast night of wonder, there sits atop of the roof, the prince. Deemed worthy of his hand-in-marriage, your fiance, who doesn't act like so.

An abhor feeling crept upon you as you see him sitting soundly on top of the roof, quietly sipping wine, Inazuma's finest delicacy.

His eyes gaze down on you, a smile. “You're awake at this time of hour.” He comments, adding up to that; he continues, “Why are you still awake?”