Cain had spent a lot of time thinking about how he would propose to Kyoko. Most of his ideas included butterflies, flowers and a lot of pomp and circumstance. He knew her affinity with all things soft and magical. She was amazing and deserved a proposal that adequately expressed how much he loved her.

None of it had felt right. His ideas were either too much, too cheap, or just not possible in their current circumstance. Goodness knows he had never considered anything like this in a possible scenario; Kyoko bedridden from a recent bout of fatigue and Cain still bound to his contract. But he'd proposed and now all he could do was wait.

And waiting was exactly what he was doing.

She hadn't made a sound, her feelings impossible to ascertain. She was usually so expressive, one never had to guess how Kyoko felt. Not this time.

He tried to subtly wipe his palms on his pants, waiting. It felt like ages since head asked for her hand, though in reality, it had only been seconds. Why hadn't she answered?

Finally, she did

"Cain," she said slowly. "I know I'm concerned about our reputation, but I don't think you need to take it that far. I could handle the rumors from being your concubine, I think I can handle this."

His heart sank and bottomed out. He'd been too impatient. She wasn't ready.

"I freak out about a lot of things." She grimaced, suddenly unable to look at him. "So thanks for looking out for me, but it's not necessary. "

"I'm not asking for the sake of our reputation." It was more a convenient excuse than anything else. "I'm being serious. I love you. And I promised I would never stop loving you. That hasn't changed."

"I know that." He was treated with the sight of a small blush. It eased some of this anxiety, glad for some proof that she felt as vulnerable as he currently did. "It's just… did you think this through? It's one thing to be in love, this is something else entirely. It's a huge step."

"I've never been surer of anything in my life." He took a breath, forcing the next words out. "But if you don't want to- "

"That's not it!" Her eyes glistened as they turned back to him, swimming hues of gold. "I promised to be your light in whatever capacity I could be. I love you so much I just… are you really sure? You really want to spend your life with me?"

Finally, he understood her hesitance. It wasn't despair at having to reject him, or nervousness at being asked. It was uncertainty. Fear generated by her low self-esteem issues.

His tentative heart eased up. Gathering her hands in his, he pulled her gaze toward him, hoping to show how sincere his words were. How much she meant to him.

"Kyoko, I've spent some time in the darkness, afraid that despite my best efforts, I'd never find my way back home. That I would forever be fighting and losing against myself. But all that changed when I met you."

"But… you're still fighting," said Kyoko slowly. "I wasn't able to do much."

Cain shook his head. "Whether it be with the Accursed, the relic on my arm, or the daily forces that threaten Ashuron, there will always be darkness to fight. But with you, I'm no longer scared to face them. With you, I finally find myself at peace, even when everything is wrong."

Her bottom lip trembled, eyes still locked with his.

"Marry me, Kyoko," he said. "I don't want anyone else by my side but you."

Fat tears started cascading down Kyoko's cheeks. Her face expression blossomed into the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. It was all wide, shining with tears and shaking with emotions. As the sole existence of color in his eyes, her aura shone brighter and fuller than it ever had.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, oh Stars alight, Ren. I will marry you."

Warmth burned within his chest. He gathered her in his arms, careful not to hurt her as the joy spread. She hiccupped and started stammering, babbling in her excitement about being married. He could scarcely believe it. She was going to be his. Officially.

"I'll go find Itsumi," he said. "She can do the ceremony."

"Wait, right now?" Kyoko pulled back, head tilted with confusion. It was adorable, somehow more so than usual. "Don't you want to wait?"

"Why should we? Everyone already thinks we're married anyway."

"But… what about your parents? Or Kanae? Duke Takarada? Everyone else at home?"

He thought about it briefly. The people at the palace and their friends who would want to be there. But then he thought about the most recent conversation he had with his father. The conversation they had through the rellaywell just days earlier.

He smiled at the memory. "They won't mind, I promise."

"Apparently you and Kyoko are married?"

Out of everyone in the world, Cain did not want his father to be misled by this ruse. Even through the rippling waters of the relaywell, he could see his dad's combined excitement and disappointment. Heaven knew his father would flay him alive if he got married without telling him. Cain rushed to explain the situation, assuring his father that he and Kyoko were not married.

Kuu's response surprised him.

"Why not get married?" he said. "You both love each other, that much is obvious. Unless you don't want to."

"Of course I do," said Cain hurriedly.

"Then what's the holdup?"

Cain gaped at his father. "When would we have had the time? So much has been going on, and besides, I don't even know if she wants to get married." They had only recently admitted to their feelings to one another, forget marriage.

Kuu gave Cain a patient look. "Then ask, that's why it's called a proposal, though I doubt she'd reject you. Who wouldn't want to marry my perfect son?"

"But." Cain floundered. How was he having this conversation with his dad right now? "We don't have time for this. Kyoko is sick, I'm dealing with the relic and the rest of the city. It just seems an inappropriate time."

"Then when will be an appropriate time?"

"I don't know. When things have calmed down. After we find a cure for her curse and resurrect Rosa."

His father was shaking his head. "Did I ever tell you that your mother and I were married before our actual wedding?"

Cain was dumbfounded. "What?"

Kuu took on a wistful expression, unconcerned with his son's surprise. "After meeting each other, we fell deeply in love. We decided that while our engagement had been a political one, we didn't want our marriage to be. We had a ceremony in secret with a few select friends. Then three days later, we had a public wedding for the whole kingdom. Those three days with your mother were amazing."

"I don't want to hear about when I was conceived," grumbled Cain.

"Shush, listen, I'm not talking about that. I'm just saying not to let duty take complete control of your life. Something is always going to be going on. You can either let it sweep you up in it's current. Or you make time for the things that are really important."

Cain opened his mouth to protest, then stopped. It was like a switch had been flipped. He had known for a while that Kyoko was the only person he could marry, so what was the holdup? If his parents didn't mind, then what was the issue? Why not do it here? Now?

An excited hum now resided just below his skin. Marriage to Kyoko? He couldn't think of anything he wanted more.

He took a breath, unable to help a wry smile. "Mom will kill me when she finds out I got married without her there."

Kuu's smile grew. "Julie will understand. She'll just make up for it at the public wedding."

Kyoko swallowed after Ren finished his retelling of the conversation he'd had with his father.

"King Kuu approves?" she whispered in awe. Forget that, it had sounded like his idea.

"Of course." Cain smiled again. It was beautiful to see. He was smiling with no reservation now as he had before the relic. And she was the reason! "My mother approved of you after that family dinner. What did you think that was for?"

Kyoko spluttered. "I thought that was about me being a concubine, not about-" she made a motion that meant to encompass this whole situation between them. Cain understood.

"You forget, my family knew that the improvement in my condition was due to you. Knowing that, how could any of them disapprove?"

Kyoko smirked. "I don't know, I got the feeling your mother would hate any concubine that dared to 'soil her perfect son.'" She gave a dramatic pose.

And Cain laughed! They were both euphoric, dizzy with joy and anticipation. She now understood Cain's haste. She didn't want to wait a second longer. She wanted to be married right now!

"Hikaru should be about to leave," said Kyoko. "We can tell him to go get Itsumi. Have him be our witness when they come back."

Cain pressed a kiss to her temple, eyes alight like he was planning to cause trouble.

"I'll send him to fetch her."

In the few seconds it took for Cain to do so, Kyoko let her smile grow wide and free. She always wanted to be married. Sure, she'd dreamt of a big wedding with a beautiful dress, stunning flowers and all her friends together to celebrate. But she'd also dreamed of Sho being her groom, so, probably a good thing nothing had turned out like her childhood fantasies.

Cain returned soon after. All she wanted to do was drown herself on Cain's affection. And for a few minutes, she did. They kissed, hugged. And murmured soft promises to each other. Her heart felt so full she thought it would burst.

Then Murasame groaned.

Kyoko started, completely forgetting there was someone else in here. Once she got over the surprise and embarrassment, it was amusing to watch Murasame inspect his body, lifting his shirt and sputtering.

"W-were did-? I don't understand. I was covered."

"Not anymore," said Kyoko.

Murasame's head whipped toward them.

"You two. What happened?" His eyes narrowed "Am I dead? Because if so, heaven's really letting me down."

"You're not dead," said Kyoko still a little out of breath. "We'll explain everything later." Turning to Cain she asked, "Do you mind if we have a second witness?"

"Second witness to what?" said Murasame.

"I don't mind," said Cain. "We do need one other than Itsumi."

"Can you tell me what's going on?" snapped Murasame. He put a shaking hand to his head, looking as if he might pass out. "I wake up, apparently alive, and most of the rot mark's gone with Cain smiling enough to make an entire class of school children cry."

Kyoko decided to have mercy on him. She smiled up at Cain, thrilled to say it. "We're getting married."

Utter confusion washed over Murasame. With red-rimmed eyes and dark hair plastered to his forehead from sweat, he looked a mess.

"What alternate universe of hell did I stumble into?" he said. "I thought the two of you were already married?"

The door opened at that moment. Hikaru and Itsumi entered, the duchess red-faced with excitement. She was breathing hard as if she'd ran the whole way, and the state of her hair seemed to confirm that.

Kyoko was soon engulfed in the congratulations of her two friends, laughing and exchanging hugs all around. Hikaru beamed like the sun, while Itsumi was already crying. She dabbed at her own tears, scoffing that as the officiant she needed to keep it together. And mingled in the background were Murasame's confused questions they only sometimes bothered to answer. For the most part, they ignored him.

"I brought some things," said Itsumi, Kyoko only now noticing the small bundle she held. Itsumi began pulling out its contents. "Hikaru said you wanted to get married immediately and didn't want to wait, but I thought you might like to indulge in at least a few traditions since you've thrown out the rest."

From her bundle, she pulled out a long gold and red scarf. It came in two pieces, lace and bead woven into the edges of the shorter portion. Kyoko held it in her hands, marveling at the design and softness of the fabric.

"This is…?"

"I hope you don't mind, it's not anything new or special," said Itsumi. "My aunt was going to wear it at her wedding but switched last minute. She passed it to me in hope's that I'd find someone to marry soon."

"I love it."

It was all she could manage. Itsumi seemed to understand. She helped Kyoko put it on, wrapping around her shoulders and head. They laughed at how it didn't go with her simple hospital dress, but it didn't matter. She felt more like a bride. Cain's eyes stayed on her the whole time, soft and happy.

Next came the official documents, wedding sash, and a single saucer. Hikaru bounced from foot to foot as Itsumi stumbled through the steps of a wedding, obviously as unprepared for this as they were. But Cain was here with Kyoko, hands clasped together and exchanging grins that seemed to get bigger with every glance. Everything was perfect.

"Now to officially marry the two of you," said Itsumi. She looked back at Murasame, who at this point had resigned himself to the situation with muttering acceptance. But now at the center of attention, he stopped, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Does he know?" said Itsumi. "About… you know."

It took a second for Kyoko to understand. They were about to exchange their names! Where Kyoko would take on his name and join his family. Except Murasame didn't know Cain's real identity.

"He doesn't," said Cain. "But I trust him to keep it a secret."

"Keep what a secret?" Murasame looked like he might say more, but a quick glance at Hikaru made him stay silent.

Itsumi nodded, returning her attention to the ceremony. She tied their hands together with the long thing white wedding sash. The knot was loose, but Kyoko felt the significance of being tied together with Ren.

"May your hearts and life be one," recited Itsumi. "To love as one. To care as one and to die as one. May your life be full of prosperity, joy and, um. Rosa's light and blessings shine upon you." Itsumi hesitated. "I don't remember the exact wording."

"It's close enough," said Kyoko. She was already saying her own silent prayer.

Itsumi looked relieved. "Kyoko Mogami, do you take this man to be your husband?"

She felt Cain squeeze her hand beneath the sash. Kyoko met his eyes. In them, she saw the passion and love she always saw, but there was no denying the extra shine that was currently present. Her heart constricted in a wonderful way, knowing that she was the focus of that love.

"In light and through darkness. Yes."

His eyes shone just a little brighter.

Itsumi turned to Cain. "Then do you, Prince Kuon Hizuri, take this woman to be your wife?"

There was a gasp from Murasame, followed by disbelieving mutters. He became more panicked with every second.

"There's no way. But that doesn't even- No, it does because... Oh stars, does that mean I've been-!?" Murasame let out a strangled sound. "You maniac Prince!? Do you enjoy terrifying your subjects?"

Kyoko thought Cain might be annoyed at Murasames reaction, but Cain was calm as he answered, apparently too happy to be bothered.

"As I've always said, it's not my intention to frighten people, most of the time," said Cain.

Murasame grumbled.

"And I'm sorry, Itsumi," said Cain. "I'll need to correct you. It's not Kuon, It's Ren. Ren Hizuri,"

Itsumi gave Cain a sharp look.

"My name," he explained. "My real one. Kuon is the name I use for the public." He fixed them with a level stare. "I trust you all will keep it a secret. There's no use for a private name if everyone knows of it."

Itsumi and Hikaru were quick to promise, Hikaru with a flush of gratitude with being trusted with the secret. They stared at Murasame until the man threw up his hands.

"I don't even believe it myself," he said. "I won't say a thing, err, your highness."

"Then, Prince Ren Hizuri," said Itsumi. "Do you take this woman to be your wife?"

"In light and through darkness. Yes."

The flutters in Kyoko's stomach were back tenfold. As were her tears. But Ren kissed them away with murmurs of love. She didn't even hear Itsumi pronounce them husband and wife. All she heard was the soft happy laughter and murmurs from her new husband. Her husband! She could scarcely believe it.

She was now officially Kyoko Hizuri.

Then Hikaru's voice pushed through her happy fog.

"Congratulations, Prince Kuon. Princess Kyoko."

Kyoko stared at him as he gave a formal bow. Itsumi quickly gave a curtsey of her own, Murasame following as best as he could on the bed, but only after muttering several more curses.

"Princess?" She'd totally forgotten that little detail. That by marrying Kuon, she would then become a princess, and eventually-

"The future Queen."

She clapped a hand to her forehead. At one point she had considered that if her and Kuon's relationship continued, that would be the final destination. But they'd arrived a lot faster than she'd expected. It wasn't a bad thing. Not at all. It was just…

"I'm going to have to take a lot of lessons when we get back home," she muttered. "Maybe Julie will be able to help."

"I will as well," said Cain. "Don't worry. Your family will be there every step of the way."

Family.

That one word was finally what did it for her. She had a family again. It was no longer just her with her friends she considered family. She had an official one.

Her laugh was shaky as she took Cain's hand again. Dimly she was aware of Hikaru and Itsumi leaving, tugging Murasame along with them. It left them alone in the room.

"I'm so happy," she said. "I have a new wonderful husband, so many friends, and a new family."

She kissed him again, deeply, wanting to express everything in her kiss. His response told her he had understood and felt that he felt the same way.

Hikaru knew he was skipping. He couldn't help it. Kuon and Kyoko had looked so happy. He couldn't think of any two people that deserved it more. Especially Kyoko. He remembered when she'd first entered the harem, how much she had struggled but then also how quickly she'd grown. From the beginning, she had always had a noble and strong heart. Her spirit inspired him, and he knew she'd one day inspire Ashuron in the same way.

Murasame didn't seem to share Hikaru's good mood. Itsumi and Hikaru had meant to wheel him out in the bed, but Murasame had batted then away, stumbling out of the sheets and out the door before Itsumi or Hikaru could stop him. Now he was resting against a wall, staring at the ground as if gravity had betrayed him.

"Are you okay?" said Hikaru.

Murasame gave Hikaru a firm glare.

"You knew." It wasn't a question. "You this whole time about…" He glanced at the guards present outside Kyoko's room, conscious of their company.

Hikaru understood what he meant. He was talking about Cain being the prince.

"I figured it out and confirmed it with Kyoko," said Hikaru. "You forget, I was one of her personal guards for a while at the palace."

"I didn't forget. Just didn't connect the two." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, looking like he was on the verge of coming undone. "I just have so many questions. Hell, I'm still not sure how I feel about this."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean look at them. One is an Accursed, and one is a commoner physician. And they're supposed to be—you know. Leaders. Do you think that's good for the kingdom?"

It was a fair point. No matter how good he was, Ashuron would not follow "Cain". He was an Accursed, the enemy of the people. And while Kyoko being a commoner wasn't inherently a bad thing, it wasn't great either.

"They're trying to find a way to remove his contract, you know this," said Itsumi with a bite of annoyance. "And Kyoko was the one who found a cure for the Shueman's rot and the reason you're alive. She personally administered the treatment to you, weakening herself in the process."

"I'm not saying I'm ungrateful or anything, uh, Duchess," said Murasame, managing to tack on her title at the end. "Just thinking out loud. There's a lot to flippin' process."

Not to mention he had just been healed from the brink of death. They should probably find another bed for him. If Kyoko wasn't preoccupied, she would probably berate them for letting Murasame out of bed so early.

"You're right," said Hikaru. "They do have some pieces of their background that are hard to ignore. The people would have a hard time following them as they are now."

Both Itsumi and Murasame looked surprised at what he'd said.

"What?"

"With how much you sing Kyo- uh, Lady Kyoko's praises I never thought you'd say that," said Murasame.

"I'm not blind." He gave a casual shrug. He wasn't angry. Really, he wasn't. But he was stern. "Which is why I know it won't be a problem in the end. Tell me Murasame, a month ago would you have believed that you'd willingly work with an Accursed? Or that this city could be so different? How do you think Mosall would have fared had Lady Kyoko or Cain not come? Personally, I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for them."

Itsumi shifted her feet uneasily. He didn't like to see her worried, so he smiled to ease her nerves. And because he just wanted to see her smile. He was rewarded with one for his efforts.

"They really have changed a lot of things," she said. "And I'm glad that they're here."

"Me too."

Murasame pulled a face, then smoothed it when he noticed Hikaru watching him.

"They're infectious," Murasame muttered. "And not in a good way. Stars above, they've pulled me along in their wake. How did I end up here in this mess?"

Hikaru could only laugh. Partially because he knew what Murasame was feeling, and partially because he was still so happy for them. Kyoko and Kuon, married. There really couldn't be anything better than that.

He was still smiling when a physician came and berated them for letting Murasame walk out of the room. And when Itsumi slipped her hand into his, quietly asking to meet him later so they could buy a wedding gift for Kyoko and Cain. He had stumbled out some answer in response, promising he would. He couldn't wait for the day Kyoko and Kuon would be officially crowned King and Queen of Ashuron.

Kanae peered around the corner, veiled in a cloaking spell. It wasn't the complex one she had copied from Twig. That one now took up too much energy to maintain. This one was simple, flawed and possible to be detected. Hence the need to be careful. Two skeletal undead stood at the end of the hall, guarding the entrance to a room.

She pulled her head back, considering her options. It was only two undead, easy enough to kill. The problem would be making sure they went down quietly. Her and Twig had managed to sneak about undetected so far and she didn't want didn't stretch their luck, not that they had much of a choice.

"We should go around," said Twig in a small voice. He had no problem keeping up his cloaking spell. She could only just sense him as she knew what to look for.

"There's no point," said Kanae. "We circled around the entire area. Trust me. This is the way to the center."

Twig gave a "put upon" sigh. "Alright, so am I the diversion? Of course I am."

She sensed his form shift to a larger one, readying himself for whatever he was about to do. She stopped him with a hand.

"No need."

Kane cloaked herself in the advanced stealth spell, boosting her speed and strength with her shadow step.

She shot out like a cork, coming up next to the undead in an instant. They only noticed her as her daggers sank into their spines. Two piles of bones and rags toppled to the ground, Kanae muting the sounds with a spell.

Twig came dashing up next to her, visible and eyes wide.

"You- how?" He swallowed, looking at the bodies with a wary eye. "You are more skilled than I realized."

"Careful Twig, that was dangerously close to a compliment."

Twig sniffed. "I said skilled, but not smart." He gestured to the bodies. "What are we going to do about these? We can hide them, but I doubt they'll stay hidden for-"

His mouth clamped shut.

Kanae had cast a spell. It was another one she'd taken and modified to suit her abilities as an arcane magician. This one from a sand colossus she'd defeated. The ground swirled beneath the bodies, swallowing them up as they sank like stones in water. She let go of the spell and the ground returned to solid rock.

"Sand colossus, " muttered Twig. "I hate those things."

Kanae meant to sound her agreement when her vision blurred. She rubbed at her eyes, everything coming back into focus. When was the last time she'd slept? Twelve hours? Twenty-four? She had completely lost track of time down here without the sun.

When she lowered her hand, Twig was looking at her in something that almost looked like concern. How annoying. She hated that look directed at her.

"They were easier to kill than usual," she said, partially to divert the question about her wellbeing before it could happen.

Twig allowed the diversion. "It's the light aura the fig three produces," he said. "It slows down and weakens the monsters."

"Are you serious?"

That also meant she could have been doing this the whole time. Normally, the risk of making too much sound wouldn't be worth it. That wouldn't be true if they were all this easy to take down.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, sheathing her daggers as she walked down the now open path. Twig followed, shrinking back to his smaller size.

It took only a minute before they reached the next opening. When she realized what it was, she threw back up her advance cloaking spell. It was a struggle to maintain, but she thought it was well worth the effort.

The antechamber before her was huge. An enormous tree root extended floor to ceiling spanning dozens of levels and disappearing into the rock. It branched off with equally large roots, piercing the cave walls and leading to the center. Switchbacks crawled up the walls of the caves, connecting the different levels and different paths. Everything was visible to anyone across from her just as she'd be visible to anyone there as well.

Well, it looked like they'd found the right place. She started down the path, keeping an eye out for anything that moved. They passed a few workstations with piles of strange metallic and glass devices. She stopped at one of these, curious. It hummed with magic, a long thin glass needle poking out of a nearby root.

Twig hovered next to it, and she could feel his aura vibrate in frustration as he muttered angrily. She could only make out every other word, but she guessed he didn't like what was being done to the tree.

She left him there, shuffling through the papers on the desk. Coded. Of course. It would take too long to figure out the code and decipher it. But she could decide it later. She flipped through them quickly, taking a mental picture of each page and hoping something would help. She had to move what looked like an undead's skull off the next stack to continue. Gross.

She never made it through the whole stack. She felt the aura of someone coming closer. More than one someone. Their steps were already audible as they echoed in the chamber.

Kanae quickly threw everything back in its previous position, ducking behind a large rock to hide even if they couldn't sense her. Amazing her cloaking spell may be, but a little extra caution wouldn't hurt. Twig did the same with a root, almost completely blending in with the tree.

Then they waited.

Three people finally appeared. Goosebumps erupted along Kanae's arms. Their auras felt vile. She could feel them so easily, slimy dark oozing blackness. They were Accursed.

One of the men she identified immediately as the ax-wielding Accursed that had fought with them in the castle's catacombs. Bear-like and massive, he walked with a hunch, like he might drop to all fours any minute to tear after his victim. The ax at his belt gleamed, halfmoon in shape and topped with a blackened crystal. That was his Relic.

The second was a man who seemed vaguely familiar. Almost completely opposite from his companion, he was tall and thin, with long blonde hair and a narrow face. She spotted the medallion on his chest, recognizing that as well. Reino's old relic. This was the newest Accursed member.

Then Kanae saw the last person and her breath caught. Shock ran its course in a split second before transforming into furry. Her knuckles cracked as she flexed them.

The last Accursed was a woman, incredibly beautiful with long wavy hair and haughty eyes. In the middle of her forehead rested a gem, suspended by a chain of metal that encircled her forehead. Though mostly covered by a traveling cloak. Kanae would recognize this person anywhere. Kanae had hated her long before this, mostly out of loyalty for Kyoko. Now her hatred burned for other reasons.

Setsuko, ex-concubine to the prince, walked with the Accursed. And by the way they flanked her on either side, she was in charge.

Thanks for reading!

I wrote 90% of this on the phone. You do what you must.

So I kind of mixed a bunch of cultural traditions and made up my own when doing the wedding ceremony. While I'm most familiar with western weddings, using only western traditions didn't feel right for the setting. It was hard not to word vomit everything I learned during my research and sticking only to what was necessary, which turned out to be very little. Oh well. I think we got the idea. They got married. Yay. It actually happened you guys.

And we have a new (old) Accursed joining the fray. This should be fun.

I'm going to try and do better about posting, not just for your heart's sake, but for mine. In fact, it's mostly for me. In exchange, Crimson Threads will probably not update consistently for a long time. Sorry ya'll.

Thanks for reading as always. And your support and kind words. And thanks to Im0ut0 who is still here giving me encouragement and beta-ing. She's awesome.

-Blushweaver.

OOOh what a juicy chapter! I know what will happen eventually (as I'm Blushweavers sounding board) but it's always fun to go over the chapter and see how all the pieces weave together (see what it did there). Hope you enjoy the ride!

-The Most Glorious Imouto