"Hahaha, His Majesty... Father was quite relentless, wasn't he?"
Snow said, chuckling softly as she wiped away the tears of laughter forming at the corners of her eyes.
Her steps were light as she walked beside me, the events of the earlier breakfast gathering replaying in her mind.
"I hope you didn't take his bluntness as rudeness, Riley~."
"No… not at all," I replied, shaking my head. "I can tell the Emperor is just an honest man, especially when it comes to matters involving you."
Snow's lips curved into a playful smirk as she glanced up at me. "Now that we're back on the topic… which of us exactly gets to be your first wife, Riley~?"
I groaned inwardly, raising a hand to rub my temple. "Please, give me a break…"
"Fufu~," she laughed, the sound melodic and teasing. "Although I tried my best to stay quiet earlier and not get you into trouble, I have to admit—I'm actually quite curious about your answer, you know?"