Inside the White Mansion’s hall, Ayame kneels upon the ribbon-lined carpet, veil pooling around her. A paper bouquet rests against her chest as she adjusts her sky-blue sash with trembling hands.
“My Darling… the doors remain closed, yet still I wait. I must look graceful, prettier than yesterday… so when you return, your eyes will rest only on me.”
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