A huge white horse ran towards them with a long cry.

The surprised escort knights did not draw their swords but instead tried to pull off the cloak of its master.

At that moment, the horse raised its forelegs and turned to the side, and stopped there.

Two bewildered knights with their swords drawn and a young duke stood in the same place without moving.

As well as a person riding on a white horse who was looking down at them.

The face of the person sitting on the horse was hard to see because it had its back to the sun, but the duke soon found out who it was.

“Who is the duke?”

It was a fairly natural imperial accent.

The duke looked up at him, no, at her, blankly at the sound of her lively, roaring voice.

The first thing that caught his eye was the colorful hood that was wrapped tightly so that only her eyes could be seen.

A bright red top that made others feel dizzy, a wide belt wrapped around wide trousers, and boots made of leather that were unimaginable for an imperial person.

The woman jumped effortlessly from the high horse without anyone’s help and looked at the three men who were looking at her in amazement.

She wanted to ponder for a moment, before approaching and standing in front of the duke with an unstoppable gait.

“Are you going to be my husband?”

“…That’s right.” At the duke’s answer, the woman’s eyes widened.

“I’m going to be your wife. Dooha Yel Vashal.”

After introducing herself, Dooha looked directly into the duke’s eyes.

“You can call me Dooha.”

The woman’s eyes looked like crescent moons as she finished introducing herself, her back facing the morning sun at dawn.

Unknowingly, the two little knights repeated the woman’s name.

Their meeting was as sudden as the rising sun.