After hearing my speech, my husband turned pale, trembling slightly.
With tears in his eyes, he looked at my smiling face, then silently shuffled back to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he emerged with a completely shaved head, gleaming and smooth.
"Oh my! What have you done to your head?!"
"If I am to lose it anyway, I thought I might as well finish the job in one decisive stroke… So, what do you think?"
"Magnificent! How masculine you look!"
I couldn’t help but throw my arms around him, making his expression melt into a bashful smile.
"A bold, shaved head! Oh, how glorious! The effort to fight it has only made your shining crown even more radiant!"
"…What?"
How does this man so perfectly hit every one of my preferences?
"Celestine, what… what do you truly think of me?"
My husband shyly fidgeted, glancing down as he asked the question. How delightfully awkward.
"Well, let’s see… My lord, you try to act dignified, yet when you sneeze, you shout loudly and spray everyone without noticing."
"..."
"Your breath is foul, and your snoring is atrocious."
"..."
"You’re persistent and lecherous in bed."
"..."
"And your sense of humor is so abysmal that your jokes chill the room, yet you remain blissfully unaware of it."
All of that… I absolutely love it! You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of!
I was about to shout these words—
"Stop, just stop!"
For some reason, my husband suddenly crumpled to the floor.
"I know I’m just a pathetic old man forced upon you. I’m aware that you must despise me," he said, his voice filled with anguish.
"What?"
"Still… I can’t help but adore you, Celestine. Your stubbornness and selfishness only make you more endearing to me. Please, don’t hate me any more than you already do."
Oh, my dear husband, what a silly thing to say. Hate you? Absolutely not. I’m just as madly in love with you as you are with me.
"At first, I thought I would torment Celestine as the prince had asked, but age has made me soft."
My husband confessed weakly, saying he had fallen in love with me despite his age—sometimes treating me as a daughter, other times as a mother, and occasionally as his wife.
"As your wife? My dear, I am most certainly your rightful wife."
"…Yes, you are. You are my wife. Please, don’t abandon this balding, fat, and ugly old man."
Looking up at me as he slumped over, his tear-filled eyes shone with vulnerability.
"Spend as much money as you like. Buy whatever your heart desires. If it’s out of my sight, I’ll even tolerate you having a lover. Just don’t leave me."
"Oh my, my dear husband, how could you say such lonely things? I married you fully prepared to one day change your diapers. I have no intention of leaving you."
"…Celestine."
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