Dear Duke, Take Me

A political marriage—such a common occurrence.

The only saving grace was that she would leave her family behind and become a Countess.

But even as a Countess, her life was devoid of any happiness.

The Earl, too busy fooling around with his mistress, and the servants who treated her as if she didn’t exist.

Even the maid who had followed her from her family was driven out by the mistress’s tyranny.

In that vast mansion and estate, there wasn’t a single person on her side.

In the end, because of the Earl and his mistress, she even met her death.

In her final moments, she let out a hollow laugh at the radiant light shining down on her.

“So, only at the very last moment does such warm sunlight finally shine upon me.”

Perhaps even God took pity on her and granted her another chance.

Though she was certain she had died, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the heart of the Empire’s capital?!

She had returned to the time when talks of her marriage with the Earl were still ongoing!

Faced with the prospect of becoming a Countess again, she thought she would rather die.

And then, he appeared before her.

She didn’t recall him, but he was the owner of the handkerchief carefully tucked away in her drawer—the Duke.

Why was the Duke’s handkerchief in my drawer?

Why was the Duke asking to marry me?