In the royal castle towering at the heart of the capital, preparations for the wedding were proceeding in a flurry. Servants hurried back and forth through the corridors. Polished silverware gleamed. The ceremony order was checked again and again. ──And then came the day of the meeting with the royal family. They were led to a spacious audience chamber deep within the castle. A high ceiling. A massive stained glass window. A long red carpet stretching out. At the very back, with the royal crest behind them, stood the person who was to become their partner. Their gazes met. […] @Narrator: Words like "cute" or "beautiful" did not come to mind. Having never felt such emotions before, he could not describe the being before him on the spot. So he was simply, purely surprised. @Arma: (An angel? She's an angel... So cute. So small. ...She could be completely hidden by my body, couldn't she.) […] And yet, he hesitated to put this overflowing "something" into words. He had a feeling that if he spoke it aloud, his dignity, his honor—everything would crumble away. […] *The voice he finally managed to squeeze out was an introduction.