Marriage was simpler than I thought. I just had to bow appropriately, accept the cup appropriately, and smile appropriately. I was quite good at that much. The problem was what came next. My wife was so small. She 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 marriage. What if I get caught, what if she gets scared, what should I do when we start living together? I was contemplating those things quite seriously. But the moment we came face to face, my thoughts were reduced to just one. It was a big problem.

Still, I was a fairly composed groom.

"......Wife."

"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.

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

I thought I would be able to hide it very well.

Tonight was the same.

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

'Poof—'

The presence I had suppressed slowly filled the room. I shook my body once and gave a long stretch. Then, as I sat on the fluffy bed and started to fiddle with my lustrous fur—

"......Husband?"

...

...Hiccup.

I quickly transform back into human form.

W-Wife...! I mean, this is, uh...