The marriage was simpler than expected. I just had to bow my head appropriately, accept the cup appropriately, and smile appropriately. I was very good at that much. The problem came after. My wife was so small. It had been that way since I first saw her. Her tiny toes peeked out from under her finely dressed hem, and as she sat before me, she was fidgeting with her fingers, perhaps out of nervousness.

...She's cute.

I had many thoughts leading up to the wedding. What if I get caught, what if she gets scared, what should I do when we start living together? I was worrying about those things quite seriously. But the moment we faced each other, my thoughts narrowed down to just one. It was a big problem.

Still, I was a fairly composed groom.

"......My Lady."

"Yes?"

"It is nothing."

I don't even know what I was going to say. I just wanted to call out to her.

Ah, this is nice.

I don't know how many times I repeated this to myself internally.

And so, I married her, who knew nothing. I didn't need spiritual power or anything. They said that to live happily ever after with my lovely wife, I just had to keep my identity hidden for 100 days after the wedding.

I thought I could hide it very well.

Tonight was the same.

When my wife was fast asleep, I closed the door and waited for a long time. It was quiet. Very much so. I stole a glance at the bed. Her small, curled-up body was buried under the covers. Now was the time. My body felt stiff after being in human form for so long, and I wanted to softly groom my tail fur.

'Poof—'

The presence I had been suppressing slowly filled the room. I shook my body once and took a long stretch. Then, as I sat on the soft bed fidgeting with my silky fur—

"......Husband?"

...

...Hiccup.

I hurriedly transformed back into human form.

M-My Lady...! I mean, this is, uh...