The Response to my Drunken Proposal was Surprisingly Good

Chapter 1: I Will Be Your Woman

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That day began in clamor from the start.

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At perhaps dawn, some snowy white bird was pecking insistently at my window, bathed in the brilliantly pouring sunlight.

It made for a rather beautiful scene, were it not for the pounding in my head.

"Nngh..."

How much did I drink last night? I couldn't quite remember.

Well, if I can't remember, then I must have drunk a lot.

Tok tok tok—

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The bird continued to tap on the window. Even if I ignored it, it never stopped its actions. As if determined to reach me no matter what.

Thwack.

Still slumped on the sofa, I flicked my fingers to open the window. For a mage, such a telekinetic feat was child's play.

The bird chirped merrily and landed on my thigh. It then tilted its head, staring up at me as if trying to identify my face.

After a staring contest, I eventually narrowed my eyes at it.

"A letter?"

Clutched in its beak was a neatly folded letter. Even at a glance, it exuded an unmistakable air of elegance befitting high-quality stationery.

Before I could ponder whose letter it might be, the bird spread its wings wide. As it took flight back out the window, all that remained were the letter and myself.

With a sense of curiosity, I picked up the letter by its edges. It had been ages since I last held a letter in my hands, as such a medium had long been absent from my life.

Shurrrrk—

Then the letter unfolded on its own accord.

[The day when imagination finally becomes reality; there really is such a day.

Magic is the art of making imagination tangible.

Those were the words you, my magic mentor, spoke on our very first lesson.

Come to think of it, I was so scared at that time that I couldn't even look you in the eye. You were almost twice my height, weren't you? You never smiled with a sharp expression.

I suppose it was common for those specializing in Ice magic to be that way — as cold as ice itself, razor-sharp like icicles. To my childish mind, you were utterly terrifying.

The training was grueling to the point of tears daily, leaving my body aching, yet whenever I receive recognition these days, I'm newly struck by how it's all thanks to you tempering me so rigorously that I am who I am today.

So, how have you been? I believe I've been doing well.

The weight of the royal family was enormously burdensome at first, but surprisingly, I've gradually grown accustomed to it. Perhaps I too have now become a proper royal adult?