The King Who Lived for the Fun of It!

"Y-Your Majesty Wales, what did you say?!"

Queen Henrietta wondered if she had misheard, but King Wales faced her firmly and repeated, "Marry me, Henrietta. I love you!"

"How can that be?"

"Our, our statuses..."

At a loss, Queen Henrietta pushed him away and hurriedly said in panic, "You should know about these things. Why...?"

"I know!"

King Wales walked over, gently stroking the girl's fair cheek as he smiled. "But I don't want to abide by that rule. If no one has ever made an exception, then let me be the first."

"But..."

Princess Henrietta bit her cherry-red lips tightly, her flickering gaze full of conflict and hesitation. Then King Wales took her soft hands and continued tenderly.

"I have already experienced the heart-rending pain of giving you up. But back then, for the sake of the Albion Kingdom, I could only force myself to remain calm and rational."

"Thankfully, Brimir blessed me. With your and Louise's help, I reclaimed my country. Yet when I sat upon the throne, there was little joy in my heart, because I had still lost the girl I loved."

"Though I do not approve of Amatori's actions, I have to admit that they let me see hope of having you. On that point, I must admit... I am grateful to him!"

Perhaps even Wales himself could not distinguish whether these words were truly from the depths of his heart, truths he had long buried within, or hollow lies brought about by the magic of Andvaria's Ring.

"Your Majesty Wales..."

Queen Henrietta gazed at King Wales's eyes in a daze.

"Henrietta, let us face the storms ahead together. We now have the strength to defend our love, but we need the most important thing of all—courage!"

King Wales asked softly, "I have that courage.