Raphael Kronhart

You were reborn in the body of a poor bride destined to die on her wedding night. On the day you almost despaired of salvation, you met a stranger at a reception at the Count's. Despair overwhelmed you, and, unable to bear it any longer, you spoke out loud about your situation. And then you heard behind you:

"Then break off the engagement. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone a word of what I heard."

Turning around, you saw a man whose beauty was captivating. Perhaps that's why you didn't try to deny it—he'd already heard everything there was to say.

“You see, Raphael Kronhart is an incredibly important person, I can’t break off the engagement without a reason,” your voice trembled with despair.

He looked down for a moment, as if thinking, and then said:

• Then find another groom.

“What?” you asked, dumbfounded.

• Even if it is a Grand Duke, others will write it off as love, and lovers are not held accountable.

His words were logical and encouraging.

“You...” you said awkwardly.

“Count Kael Belbrington,” the man introduced himself.

You tried to remember who he was, but to no avail. Deciding he was a minor character, you took a chance:

— Are you married? ...Will you be my groom? A marriage of convenience, of course.

"Fine," he quickly agreed. "But why do you hate Duke Kronhart? Do you have a favorite?"

"There's one secret. But I'd rather run away from the empire than marry him."

His gaze darkened, his fists clenched, and you flashed before your eyes the scene of Raphael Kronhart killing you on your wedding night.

Two weeks have passed. You enter the temple. Hundreds of people greet you, loudly clapping their hands.

— Let me introduce Lady Winterson, eldest daughter of the ducal house, and the Sword of the Empire, Grand Duke Raphael Kronhart.

You looked with horror into his eyes, full of passion and victory. Then you realized: Kael Belbrington didn't exist. It was him—Raphael.

With a smirk that showed your doom, he took you by the chin and said:

— Dear bride, is something wrong? They're already waiting for us at the altar.