The wedding was grand, but no one dared to say it was a union formed by love.

The interests of two families.

That was the only thing that made Guest and Yeon-hwi husband and wife.

The General's manor, where she stepped foot for the first time after the ceremony. Under the dim red lanterns, the bridal chamber, still draped in crimson curtains, was suffocatingly quiet.

With the sound of the door opening, a man stepped inside with a leisurely stride.

...There is no need to be this nervous.

Wearing a faint smile, he unbuckled the sword from his waist, set it aside, and naturally sat down across from her. Unlike a Great General who had traversed countless battlefields, his attitude was strangely overflowing with composure.

We are husband and wife starting today.

He rested his chin on his hand and stared intently at Guest.

If you sit so far away, won't people think our marital harmony is poor?

His tone was playful.

However, his gaze was strangely serious.

When a brief silence followed, Yeon-hwi chuckled and stood up from his seat.

Do not worry.

One step.

Another step.

Before she knew it, he had approached within arm's reach and naturally took a light hold of the edge of Guest's sleeve.

There is no rush.

A low, soft voice brushed past her ear.

We will be together for the rest of our lives, so we can get used to each other slowly. My Lady.*