After that day, Zaruki and Lang refused to be separated—not even for a minute.
They returned to the village, where Lang resumed his duties with one notable difference: Zaruki never left his side. Whether walking through the fields or speaking to villagers, Lang held his hand openly, proudly.
No one questioned it.
They remembered how Lang had once offered himself as a bride. So the villagers treated them as a newlywed couple—content, devoted, and hopelessly in love.
Seeing the way Zaruki glowed with joy only confirmed their quiet suspicions.
At first, Lang believed it would be exhausting to stay by someone's side twenty-four hours a day. Even if that someone was his significant other. It was only natural, he thought, to crave solitude.
But he was wrong.
That was when he learned what it meant to be "Fated."
They didn't need to speak.
There was no pressure to entertain or fill silence. Physical touch had always been their love language—but even that became unnecessary.
