Can Someone Please Explain This Situation

Lean Gorn, and the temple bells - commonly known as the bells of happiness - are ringing.

This is Rosea, king capital of the Fleur kingdom.

The wedding was about to take place in the royal palace, on a small high hill overlooking the King's capital, in the most sacred place, in the temple of the National Church.

I am now standing at the entrance to that temple, bathing the gaze of all those who have joined me.

Because you're the bride of the day.

On the altar of the temple is a priest. The bridegroom of beauty stands across the altar. Its standing around in the Knights of the Fleur Kingdom's formal outfit is already really sparkling in vain. Is this God's blessing and yu thing? Or will this really be my husband?? I'm flat out no matter how I look at it. A bridegroom more beautiful than a bride is an indelible fact wow......

No, no, it's not if you're running away from reality.

In fact, because the wedding is really starting!

Me, Viola Manjerica Euphorbia and the wedding of Dear Circus Tinensis Fisaris.

Escorted by my father, the Earl of Euphorbia, I slowly head over the crimson fur (no longer) to the Duke of Fisaris.

The Duke with a sweet smile reached this way. You're taking my hand from your father.

This marriage with each thought.

Do you just have to be?

Watching and reopening.

Hiding it under a smiling mask, I took the Duke's hand.

This marriage is purely a political marriage in the first place. There is no question.

I, Viola Manjerica Euphorbia, was the daughter of the prestigious but poor Count family. Yeah, I wouldn't do that if I was poor anymore. Sometimes I wasn't a clan of personalities who originally wanted to be born greedy, but still, until now, I was able to live in a motto of clean poverty. I would not squander without luxury. You only get to know each other as little as you do in the social world. Still, five families - father, mother, me, brother, sister - lived amicably and happily ever after.

But three years ago. The territory has been hit by a historic famine, and your father owes a lot to save the people.

This debt is what causes it all!

It has become more about life than ever before, but rather about poverty superior.

Work, work, work... I stared at my hands.

Still, the whole family worked hard together! I also did many roles as a maid, gardener and, at one point, chef! I've always preferred to work with my servants to live in aristocracy, so it wasn't a bit bitter, was it?

It was the Duke of Fisaris and my lord who came down and gushed at me like that.

That was just a year ago.

"Master Cerseis and I, Duke of Fisaris, are you married?

I was suddenly told a story that I didn't even clap when I thought I'd been called to your father's study.

I thought my sapphire blue eyes would go round and fall zero out of my eye hole. That was about the shock.

But I'm not the only one upset.

"That's right. Besides, I know all about the kitchen situation over here, and I've been saying that I want to marry Viola instead because I owe her a debt."

I'm a puzzle-faced father.

Because it sure is sudden. This is exactly what blue sky thunderbolts are about.

But I had my doubts.

"Did you know me, the Duke?

Cotten, I think tilting my neck, but I can't remember the contact at all.

"That's right. There isn't, is there? Viola debuted the social world and started living in poverty right away, so there's no such thing as a night club out there?

Your father is as inclined to his little neck as I am.

"Isn't it? Besides, it's not about me, is it? Instead of social rumors, I've never even been up on the edge of my mouth, have I? But why? If the Duke would have done it again."

Me and your father arm each other at the same time as if they were mirrors, and I think hmm hmm, but I still don't think of it.

The Duke is a young twenty-four. I usually work in the Royal Palace as a knight. That's also the elite who is the chief of the secret service at this young age. The knights' uniforms are eye-catching on their beautiful, tight and supple bodies, so you think the young lady who is going to fall won't even cut her hiccups? Oh, I've never met you, so it's all hearsay estimation, or rumor.

Why would such a duke (soy sauce) sign up for marriage with a debt-ridden poor fallen aristocrat's mediocre plain warrant (say so yourself wow)? I just don't get the translation.

"Well, as for this one, there's no reason to say no, and I'd rather take it with pleasure, but how's Viola? If you don't like it, I refuse."

That's what a sweet father would say and respect my opinion, but you can't say no here. It is a rhetorical allegation that every Count of Shibuya refuses to talk about the friendship from the prestigious Duke's house. Besides, there's no other good luck for a debt-ridden plain daughter where I refused to do this anyway, because it's as good as I thought I'd 'maybe be single' myself. If this is going to save the house, one or two of me would be happy to offer it. Then why not?

"No, Father. If it's going to be good for our home, I'll be happy to take it."

I smiled and let him sneer forcefully.