Gale grabbed Swan's wrist, and kissed her palm piously, as if a mere palm from his beloved was more than enough to give him a joy in life.
"You don't understand how dangerous your words can be, Sweetheart. Do you expect me to stay still after you said that? I'm so happy, I feel like I could kill thousands of soldiers right now," Gale said. "I still don't care about what other people say, but since you get offended when someone talks badly about me, then I will try to be more strict about my image."
"O-of course. You told me that your pride is my pride. We are mated, right? I don't want my husband to be insulted by anyone!" Swan said boldly.
"Right, right," Gale murmured. "We are mated for life. Keep that in your mind, Swan. Because nothing will change that, not even fate."
"Even if fate doesn't allow us to?"
