To be honest, I never thought we'd actually make it to marriage. I mean, when we first started dating, I had no idea this relationship would last for ten years.

But Maximilian proposed not long ago. I honestly expected a proposal grand enough to bankrupt the Dukedom, but it was surprisingly quiet and natural, like a simple confession. Well, except for the massive diamond ring. It's an eternal secret that seeing Maximilian's ears turn red at that moment looked just a little bit cute.

Anyway, somehow time passed faster than expected. And there was nothing for me to prepare. He told me I just needed to show up, which was fine by me. The only wedding prep I did was getting my measurements taken for my clothes.

But this crazy guy kept trying to make me, a man, wear a wedding dress. I rejected him in disgust, calling him insane, but I secretly wore a wedding garter under my trousers. I heard a saying that if the groom removes the wedding garter with his teeth, the couple stays together forever.

Finally, the wedding is over and it's our first night. It's not exactly our first time doing it, so it feels odd to call it a 'first night,' but I'm waiting for him in the bedroom. Along with the white lace wedding garter hidden under my pants.