I have just one year left to live.
I wanted to escape my wicked household, and the method I chose was marriage.
“You have a loving mistress, right? I’m going to die anyways. A wife who is like air that only fills the space, I’ll become that.”
It was great up until I proposed to the Grand Duke of the North, Duke Cayenne, a war hero rumored to be cruel, and left my home…
“Hyper-mana syndrome is not a terminal illness. I cannot let it be.”
My heart is going to explode from Sir Duke treating me too nicely!
Sir Duke, didn’t you say you had a loving mistress…?
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