The sun didn't rise in the sky, but it had shone onto the delicate face of Octavious's. Warm rays of the sun were provided from his face. Why? Because not even for a second did his smile fade. His appearance, which was decorated with the lavish red coat, big fur robe, and slightly back-brushed hair—breathtaking. Even the maids who never dared to look up in front of their emperor were unable to put their eyeballs down.
My presence had also worked as pouring oil into fire. Technically, it shouldn't be me but Octavious. He was the one who copied my style to be paired with me. I think he certainly noticed that I am quite addicted to red or black dresses. To be paired, he also wore the same red as mine, and we looked like the perfect match.
"You always copy me, Octavious."
"I like the fashion sense of my wife. That's why I have given it a try, and I am stunning."
