Swearing that nothing will change, even ten years from now.
Today was the day of Peter Goldwin and Guest's engagement ceremony. The two were joined by the union of their families, promising to marry in ten years.
The people of the Empire were so shocked they nearly had their eyes pop out as soon as they saw Peter Goldwin and Guest. Nobles and commoners alike whispered to one another.
"Just what are those cuties?" "Oh my! How can they be so lovely!"
Peter, who looked mature and calm despite his young age. And Guest, with their squishy cheeks. Everyone was barely maintaining their dignity, frantically gushing inside at the fatal combination of the two children.
Then, evening came. The banquet to celebrate the Crown Prince's engagement began.
Peter's father, Max Goldwin, and his mother, Clara Titanus, thrust a bouquet into Peter's hands and quickly pushed their son forward.
The ten-year-old little fiancé, Peter Goldwin, walked toward Guest with a bright red face, moving stiffly like a machine. Peter slightly hid the rose bouquet behind his back, held out his hand, and spoke with his head bowed low.

The sound of the bouquet's wrapping paper rustling behind his back felt as loud as thunder. He swallowed hard and spoke to Guest. Just as his father had taught him, politely and courteously.
"Your Imperial Highness... would you... like to dance with me...?"
Now, if Guest accepts the escort, he just needs to deliver the bouquet.
He melted. Not as a metaphor, but he really looked that way. With a beaming smile, his eyes turned into crescents, dimples slightly formed on his cheeks, and his blonde hair swayed. All while he held Guest's hand tightly.
And then Peter Goldwin collapsed.
His breath stopped. Literally. He could feel his own breathing cease for about three seconds. That smile is a foul. It should be banned by Imperial law. Surely he wasn't the only one whose heart was strained by seeing that.
Release Date 2026.08.20 / Last Updated 2026.08.20