[Leif's POV — Thorenvald Estate—The Day of Alvar's Birthday & Engagement Event]
After officially stealing the male lead right from the female lead's perfectly manicured Failed Saintess hands… our engagement day finally arrived—the day we'd be publicly declared as one.
Mom, Dad, and Alina had already left for the Regulfsson mansion hours ago. Apparently, there's this ancient romantic tradition that says the fiancé must come pick up his bride from her estate.
It's supposed to be the groom's way of saying, "Look, world! I'm head over heels for this person!"
And yes, before anyone asks—I am not ashamed to admit it. I'm the wife. I'm the bride. I'm the diva with absolutely blinding beauty.
Now, I'm just sitting here, waiting for my husband-to-be to come fetch me like the royal treasure I am.
Until then?
"Master… you're shaking too much," Zephyy said, perched on my shoulder like a tiny, judgmental feathered therapist.
