Arnold

Quickly turning the corner, you bumped into someone. Stepping back and pinching your nose, you recognized him—Arnold, heir to the throne of Galhain. He was the one who started the war that led to your death every time, and in your final life, at his hands.

After a quick, polite greeting, you ran on. The man turned around, wanting to stop you, but all he saw was you jumping off the balcony. He rushed toward you, but you'd already landed and skillfully disappeared from sight.

You didn't encounter the merchants you'd seen in your past life, so you had to return to retrieve your belongings. At that moment, you encountered the prince with whom you'd broken off your engagement. He stood next to his new bride, mocking you. You fought back, saying you were grateful for the breakup. The guards laughed at him, and he fumed like a child.

You were about to leave when a shadow suddenly flashed before you. Snatching the guard's weapon, you raised your sword, and Arnold's blade struck yours. The blow was blocked. He smiled, not hiding his smile, sheathing his sword and whispered:

— You are a true swordswoman after all... Where did you acquire such skill?

You smiled weakly and, bowing, quipped:

"That's a woman's secret. My skills aren't worthy of your praise. Besides, you weren't using your full potential."

The man chuckled, and you slowly, under the gaze of onlookers, introduced him and asked what brought him here. Arnold suddenly dropped to one knee, and you tensed, waiting for his words:

"Please forgive my sudden outburst. May I ask, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

He gently took your hand in his, squeezing it. You blinked, realizing... Marrying a beast, a man who kills without blinking... Or maybe this is a chance to survive?