Rei was not prepared for this.
Not that he was ever prepared for anything in this absurd life, but he had at least hoped the end would be quiet. Peaceful. A nice, quiet elopement with a non-stabby librarian perhaps. Instead, he stood in the eye of a matrimonial hurricane, wrapped in holy robes, with five different wedding bells ringing simultaneously in five different directions.
The Royal Palace had become a warzone. A luxurious, lace-draped, rose-scented warzone.
A battleground of love—and property damage.
[System Notification: Congratulations! All Five Wedding Ceremonies Have Been Scheduled! Simultaneously! Because what's better than true love? Mass confusion.]
[System Status Update: "Survival Marriage Protocol" Active. Current Heart Rate: 178 bpm. Likelihood of Groom Spontaneously Combusting: 14% and rising.]
It all began at precisely 9:00 AM.
