𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 || 敵の旦那様 (𝐁𝐋) ✔ [COMPLETE]

3. Legendary Wedding (Part 1)

General Haoran was disappointed.

His groom's face was covered by a thick veil, and no features were distinguishable.

Did such a custom always exist? That wasn't the greatest problem, though. The issue was that with a red skirt sweeping the floor and completely red adorned hands, they resembled blood-sucking antennas. And to top it off, his head was covered to the bosom by an even redder cloth. He looked like a faceless mosquito no matter how one observed him.

General Haoran's mood was immediately dampened. He no longer held any form of curiosity towards his groom and decided to not pay attention to this humanoid mosquito species. However, he heard a sound from outside the palanquin.

"General, you need to escort the groom to the palanquin," the head of the palanquin bearers said.

"Why doesn't he have perfectly functional legs?" General asked, looking away indifferently.

"But General-".

"I know." Despite the disdain he held for this so-called 'groom', he was one who honored traditions and customs. Hence, he lifted his foot and got out of the pavilion, taking military steps towards the mosquitoes.

As he came to stand in front of the groom, he realized that his groom was actually rather short than him. And there was slight movement from his legs and body the closer Haoran came.

Was he shivering?

General Haoran frowned. Was he perhaps not well?

He sighed; this was horrible. There were only three types of people he hated in this world: traitors, cowards, and the physically frail. This was also one of the reasons why he didn't associate with women; women of the nobility were such cowards that even their presence repulsed him.

And apparently it wasn't just noble women who were weak; even princes' were flowers borne of silk.

Now that it had come to this, he figured he might as well lend a helping hand. He raised his hand and opened his slender fingers for the other person to hold onto.

But the mosquito prince swatted his hand away.

General Haoran's eyes widened in shock as whispers erupted all around. So much for being polite; he immediately retracted his hand, gritting his teeth.

He'd never felt so humiliated in his life before.

Before he burst a nerve from indescribable anger, he glared daggers at the mosquito groom and spat, "Since the prince has enough strength to push someone's hand away, I believe he also has enough strength to walk himself up to the palanquin."

With that, he turned around to leave. But before he could do so, he felt something stop him from behind. General Haoran glanced back.

The mosquito groom was holding onto his red wedding robe carefully.

What... was this? Was he perhaps afraid of skin-to-skin touch? Confused, The General didn't refuse him and decided to escort the man anyway. He was not dishonorable enough to abandon someone weak, especially when they were holding onto him. Sure, he didn't like them. But well, he'd also made it a point to help people when he could.

The thought, however, didn't last for more than a moment. The mosquito groom lost his footing over a gravel stone and was curving forward from the impact, ready to fall and break one of his ribs. Before he could face plant himself, however, he immediately grabbed the General in front of him as a cushion shield against the rocky, thorny floor.

The result was that he was securely nestled in The General's chest while The General ate a face full of sand.

This piece of...

The General was so resentful that he could feel his blood almost boiling, and he instinctively began to look for his 6-foot-tall sword.

The anger, however, lasted only a second because he saw that the veil covering the groom had been blown away and his face was on full display.

The General was honestly stunned.

Gold liners and silver powder adorned his lashes as he looked at The General shocked. His eyes were wide—abnormally wide. General Haoran assumed he was simply shocked, but even after he calmed down and got up, his eyes were "wildly shocked." It turns out it was the nature of his eyes. And his lips, painted with red rouge, were shaped as if someone had forced a cherry in between them. Both these things combined was the face of a man whose only expression was to look permanently shocked, and at a glance, it made someone wonder whether they had accidentally come across a fool.

He couldn't believe that someone could look so average even with all that make-up.

When he realized how he'd have to stare at this foolish face every day from now on, he balled his fists.

He was so hateful that he began quivering.

No, because the mosquito he killed a few days ago had way better appeal than this!

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