Today was the day of the imperial wedding of Princess Artimisia to General Casagon and the entire empire of Eastern deserts was drowning in mirth and happy wishes.

　　Yet the one person that was not certain of it was the General himself that came to find the Princess of Gaerin in seclusion.

　　"You have told this one that you would never marry, is this wedding forced upon the princess?"

　　Artimisia saw the masculine male kneeling to her as he held her fingers gently while keeping his forehead against hers and looked at her as if giving her one last opportunity to withdraw.

　　"To marry or to not marry, General knows...