The Wind Blows, Her Skirt [Unclear] Feels Good

Yasa Lattrell stared blankly at his butler, Evan. Evan stared blankly back at him. Yasa suspected there was something wrong with his ears. "What did you say I have to do?" "Wear a dress, young master." "I refuse." Yasa rubbed his forehead, hoping his brain hadn't been fried by a fever and started making him hallucinate. "Give me one reason to play princess, and I'll laugh at you so hard." "Because you have to get married, young master." "I refuse." "You can't refuse," Evan said expressionlessly. "Your family's magical bloodline is on the brink of extinction, and you're the last descendant of this generation to show any magical ability. To save your family from this crisis, you need to marry." Yasa had no choice. Did he have no rights at all? He asked, "Do I have any say in it?" "Yes. You can choose whom to marry." "Let's hear the options." "There are two. We've prepared a strong, ferocious Siberian saber-toothed bear and a young master from the Lamel family." "...What?" "Mate with a bear, or marry a man?" "..." Yasa fell into an inexplicable silence. After a long while, he faced his fate. "Bring me the dress. This princess wants to try it on!" Although this is Harry Potter fanfiction, the story actually takes place in faraway France and has little to do with the original Harry Potter story. You can read it as an original work. It's a side story to "[Harry Potter] Dragon Tamer." If you want Harry Potter fanfiction, please read "[Harry Potter] Dragon Tamer." I guarantee it's good. If it isn't, I'll eat a pancake and kill myself.