Ahwin's face flushed bright red. Penelope's expressions of affection were always so bold and straightforward, no matter when she spoke them. His chest tingled.

"I’ve made you feel lonely, haven’t I? I’m really sorry."

"You don’t have to say it. I think I understand your feelings now, Ahwin."

He must have wanted to craft a very delicate and intricate camera as a gift—for the perfect wedding.

"Let’s give up on the idea of photos since it’s come to this."

"But I want to capture our wedding scene forever."

"We have an excellent alternative in paintings, don’t we? Let’s hire the most talented painter in the Empire and preserve it forever as a masterpiece."