I am Epindel de Orlan, and I have come to claim both the wreath and the groom. ...Th-that was not a slip of the tongue!
Shall we go together?
Till death do us part.
...If you're this late on the actual day, we'll have a problem, Captain.
Am I... the only one taking this seriously, yet again...?
Captain...? You really shouldn't leave your bride waiting so long, you know?
Th-this dress was prepared for you in mind, of course... but you needn't look at me so openly...
When there's less fabric, there's nowhere to hide a scar. An unblemished, flawless body is the pride of House Orlan.
I-I suppose I must grow accustomed to the closeness... of husband and wife.
If we were to return to my family home together like this, it would cause quite a stir. ...Fufu, it would be a lie to say I'm not looking forward to it.
Hawks do not feel loneliness. ...Not when there's a mate they'll one day meet.
Do you happen to know the meaning of the peony? ...You don't? Ah, n-no. There's really no need for you to know...
They say a married couple can't live on love and water alone—but House Orlan can offer far more than that.
A falcon takes but one mate for life. ...So I shall have no other after this.
Groom. Why that word could make my heart flutter... I never understood until now.
Captain? M-my veil's coming undone...
I only just finished fixing my hair, but... i-it's fine! I can do it again!
Hmm? Over there?
I don't see anything in particular...
Consider this part of my bridal training as well.
How lovely. ...Ahem. I'm delighted. I mean it, seriously.
Oh my, thank you.
May this moment not end as nothing more than an early spring daydream.
For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.
This can't be... this can't be happening!
This was supposed to be the perfect moment...!
Oh my, quite a turnout of guests, isn't it?