Prologue: The Countdown to Marriage
“When you say it so directly... that’s kind of embarrassing.” Liscia let out an embarrassed laugh.
Oh, I loved her so much.
“I’m happy, being surrounded with family like this.”
“Hee hee! We’re not married yet, though.”
“Ah! Speaking of marriage... we’ve finally set a day for the ceremony,” I said.
Our wedding ceremony, which had been pushed back repeatedly by Liscia’s pregnancy and the campaign in the Union of Eastern Nations, finally had a date: the first day of the fourth month of the 1,548th year (this year) of the Continental Calendar. That would be the day of my coronation and marriage to Liscia and the others.
When I told her that, Liscia let out a deep, emotional sigh. “In two months, you finally will be the real king, not just the provisional one.”