On the wedding night, the groom kicked open the door covered in blood.
"There's something going on out there," he said. "I know." I pulled out the dagger from under the pillow.
He raised his eyebrows: "The princess is very well prepared." I asked back: "The prince knows a lot."
Later he discovered that I was not the lady he imagined. I discovered that he was not the sick man as rumored.
While we were killing zombies, we were dismounting each other. While working on infrastructure, we also secretly poked and tested.
Until someone asked me: "Who are you?" I said: "Your wife, the kind who has worshiped heaven and earth."
