Aria relaxed, as usual, even after she decided to marry the prince of her neighbour. I didn't have to worry about anything because the preparation would be on my own around me.
I shut up about getting screwed up by a bunch of needles that come from time to time, but other than that, it's peaceful. Aria isn't the only one who's getting married anyway. Aria has many brothers and sisters. In time, the marriages of the unmarried were decided from the next. Diplomatic issues - I don't know the details, though it seems. No one bothered to explain that to Aria.
Marriage is decided by five sisters and two brothers. Lillianne, reluctant to marry a werewolf, also entered into an engagement with the Chancellor's son after that. Her needles, such as lending them to Aria, ended up busy preparing Lillianne's wedding costume. What is tailoring Aria's wedding costume now are the needles collected from the city on an ad hoc basis.
The castle is surrounded by busy times since the beginning of the country. Few are interested in Aria's marriage, the most shadowy last princess. Sometimes daughter-in-law comes up on the subject just for daughter-in-law, but they don't know much about werewolves in the end, so they soon lose their rumors.
"If I had a mother, I would have been different again..."
Each mother is responsible for directing matters relating to marriage. My father, the king, is a busy man, so he would be relieved to leave it to them. The only thing about Aria without a mother - she's probably too busy to remember.
Still, it would seem that the least ready is the Chancellor's reckoning. Being a subordinate of the King's belly, he is very good and works fast.
"... Coming!
It's already been a year since I got engaged to a prince who doesn't even know his face. Today was finally the day when the werewolves would come to pick up Aria from neighbouring countries. Aria, sitting at the top of the tower with a pair of binoculars sneaking out of her father's study, makes her eyes shine when she finds a small group creeping through the castle gate. A group of about ten people on a large horse they have never seen hides the furrows that they are "fuzzy and fuzzy" because of the hoods on their coats.
"This is the rumored scorch play. I'm glad my teacher taught me."
Although Aria spent much of the past year as usual, the content of the classes taught by tutors changed with reluctance. "The idea of a woman just letting herself go is old enough!" By virtue of the strong assertion that tutors, Aria today has vast knowledge of the evening's fortunes between couples. I've never practiced it yet, but I'm sure I'll be able to meet most of the demands.
If you are anxious, only in terms of what Lillianne used to say about being "eaten once a month". He couldn't tell me the details, but apparently it hurts. He can't avoid it. All Aria could do was pray that it would be as good as a sweet bite.
I rushed down the stairs to see a group of werewolves closer, but by the time Aria reached the entrance hall, they had already disappeared into the castle. I don't even see the faces I was supposed to be preparing for my pick up, so apparently I'm pretty late. Even if I chased him now, I'm sure he'd just scold me for what I was doing without even picking him up.
"But it's just too much."
I say it off with a sloppy face and sneak out of the entrance hall where no one else is. I couldn't help but notice the big horse the werewolves rode when I looked down from the top of the tower.
Although pets are arias who are publicly proclaiming dogs, they basically won't love animals in general. I want to be proactive in the creatures I see for the first time. In the stables I reached without being overlooked by anyone, I found ten large "horses" leaning narrowly against each other.
"... horse, isn't it?
For convenience, I've tried to call it a "horse," but it's too far from the horse Aria recognizes. He had a different face and size and, above all, a splendid "horn" that grew over his head in a shape he had never seen.
"Much bigger than a horse... I've never seen an animal like this"
If he caresses his beard, which accumulates abundantly beneath his chin, he is shrugged. My eyes met with my crushed eyes and my chest squealed unexpectedly.
"Can I ride...?
Blinking eyes blink. Aria's breasts are all over again. Quickly gather the wooden water buckets that were rolling nearby and stack them up to be a stepping stone. Gently put your foot on it, make sure it doesn't collapse, and then say, "Yes, do it!" He flies toward the back of a horse. I clung to my big back and let my face shine all the time.
shah! It was just then that I heard something crumble. Find a bucket of water that rolls onto the ground unbroken at the tip of the turn, slightly pale.
"I could climb on the back of the horse, but I haven't been able to climb. Seems to have been removed, too, and there's nothing to hold on to. Like jumping off, it would be out of balance from such a halfway position.
"What shall we do..."
The only thing Aria could do was cling to her beastly back and twilight on the way.
I heard the trick clock on the front of the castle make a loud noise, and I wonder if it's been that long. Just after Aria was supposed to hang on the back of her horse, this sound was ringing. The castle clock is set to ring every hour of the day, which means another hour has passed since then. Zero visitors to the stables in the meantime. As a single person, you don't visit this place.
(I guess I'll just have to jump ready to get hurt already...)
The paralysis of the limb is close to its limit. I hate to hurt, but I wouldn't be doing this the whole time. I'd rather jump myself than wait to fall - so where I tried to be prepared, the hand of salvation finally reached out. Aria looks up all the time to the sound of the stables door opening.
"Um... sorry"
You didn't think there were people, the person who came into the stables - a man who stretched his silver hair to a length long enough to put it on his shoulder, stops his legs as surprised. Her golden eyes opened wide when she found Aria hanging from the back of her horse.
"Excuse me, um, can you help me?
"You... what are you doing in a place like that?
A slightly lower, cooler voice. Silver hair shakes gently as the man advances his legs. From the suture of her long stretched forehead, she saw a frown lowering in tenderness.
"I can't go down anymore."
The man's gaze is transferred to the many buckets scattered at the foot of the horse. You understand precisely the situation in which Aria was placed, her tender eyes seem ridiculously small and distorted.
"How long have you been doing that?
"Probably... about enough?
This is what I would have done for nearly an hour, but I was just embarrassed to read Saba. The man who turned behind Aria gently put his hands in his sides and lifted his "body snapping against the back of the horse. Aria, who was finally able to put her foot on the ground, exhaled and lowered her head with a pepper.
"Thank you. Thanks for your help."
"Don't try to ride a horse on your own because it's dangerous."
"But I wanted to take a ride."
I look up and look up at the man, to the kind of words I teach. A very tall man. Aria's height won't even reach the man's shoulder at the top of her head. Still, I don't feel intimidated, probably because of the gentle atmosphere the man has, and then he's bending over to match Aria.
"You can't do this alone if you want to try it. I'm glad you've grown up this time, but the horses are pretty fierce. Because sometimes they get rammed and shaken down or stepped on."
"That can't be right. 'Cause she's such a good girl."
When Aria gently stretches out her arms, "Horse" lowers her head and lets her touch its cheeks. As I stroked my mustache all the way down in front of me, I heard an impressive voice from behind.
"You're loved by animals, aren't you?"
"No. I love them. I don't feel like I'm fluffy..."
I stick my nose tip in my mustache and squeal my nose. It smells like a beast, but I can't stand it again. I notice them laughing dull and I look up all the time. The freed "horse" put his head back where it was lowered in such a way as, oh man. I'm kind of suddenly embarrassed and put what comes to mind on my lips appropriately.
"My husband is also fuzzy."
"Heh, you're married. You're so tiny. You're great."
"I'm not married yet. I don't even know their faces, but they're definitely fuzzy. I'm looking forward to brushing it for you, and I've tried everything."
"My husband would love that."
"Yes! But..."
Just run your eyes around and make sure it's not popular. If you pull a man's sleeve and try to put your lips against his ear, he tilts his tall body.
"When you get married, you have to eat once a month."
"Eat...!?"
"I said I didn't want it to hurt, because if your sister put up with it for a second, it'll be over soon."
"Hey, you know, it's not a good idea to talk about that here...!?"
I say, "I already did that," to reassure you, because a man turns his face bright red and just runs his eyes around.
"It's okay. I'm not dissatisfied with my marriage. I just thought it would be better if it didn't hurt as much as possible. If your husband seems nice, I'm going to ask you not to hurt him."
"That's... yeah. I'm sure you could be a lot nicer."
"Really?
Tilting his neck, he gently stroked his head. Tall, he's got big palms, too. Aria's head, etc., so much so that she's completely enveloped.
"I hope we meet good people for each other"
In the ear of a gentle laughing man, the red piercing was shaking loosely.