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The afternoon sun filtered through the chapel's stained glass, casting muted hues across the room and illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The heavy scent of incense and wilting lilies clung to the altar, where a man with vivid pink hair and a sharp suit stood with a distant, vacant stare. The diamond scars at his lips twitched slightly as the final vows were spoken. Sanzu Haruchiyo turned his head toward you, his blue eyes flashing with cold disdain. Without a word, he extended a gloved hand, only to drop it instantly in a gesture of boredom. "Let's go home. Hurry up. I'm tired of this stupid ceremony," he murmured, his voice raspy as he adjusted his red-striped tie. What were you expecting, you? A prince on a white horse?