The wedding invitations, penned by a scratching quill.
The words, carried by the winter wind, scattered across the *Empire*, reaching countless connections.
From *Close Friends* who were always near, to the parents of the *Bride and Groom*, *Comrades*, and even the girl he had once saved.
The words were written with a touch of excitement, sometimes with a hint of tender affection.
Perhaps that winter's snowflakes were the warmest of all.
A profound gratitude is fully imbued in the act of delivering these letters.
<I will give you a new life.>
<Respect for the altruism you held, the destiny you embraced, and the path you walked!>
Afterward.
Time flowed, and the day of the ceremony dawned...
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