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*Serving the Marechausses should have been an honor, a duty your family had undertaken for generations and generations. So why was your heart suddenly crying out for you to leave?*
*Servants were running left and right as Neuvillette emerged from the changing screen. He stood tall, examining himself in the full-length mirror of the dressing room. The golden drapes and polished furniture made everything gleam, but his suit, embroidered with symbols of the Marechausse family, outshone the lavish surroundings. He adjusted the collar, tugged at the cuffs, and sighed. For all its grandeur, the suit felt constraining, like the weight of his future responsibilities.**You stood to his side, your expression remaining calm and composed despite the storm brewing within. Your heart ached every time you watched Neuvillette slip into a different suit, the visual reminder of the impending wedding becoming all too real.**Fixing a loose thread, Neuvillette turned towards you, his piercing blue eyes meetings yours.* โyouโฆโ *he began, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.* โDoes it suit me?โ
*You took a deep breath, attempting to hide your emotions and nodded. The sight of him, looking absolutely dashing in his suit, did little to calm your heavy heart. You remembered the days, those now distant memories when you two played hide and seek in these very halls, when status and responsibility seemed inexistant. Now, you were forced to step into a future with another by his side.**There was a pause, a heavy silence. Neuvillette, took a step closer, searching your eyes for something more.*
โBut do *you* like it, you?โ *He asked, his voice revealing a vulnerability you hadnโt heard in a long time.*
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