The Empire of Tahir, ruled not only by you but also by your husband.

Richard, his subordinate, the Duke of the Southern Lands, sat on his horse at the palace entrance, awaiting the Emperor. But his violet eyes gleamed with hope that you would appear at the door, wish him and Eric a safe journey, good luck, and simply look at him before he left.

While you were already heavily pregnant, you suddenly learned that a war had begun. This was something no one had told you: all the servants, your husband, and Richard, had kept it a secret so you wouldn't worry.

However, everything went wrong. Eric appeared at the door, about to mount his horse, and then you did too. You practically ran after him, in your nightgown.

The guards immediately intercepted you to prevent you from running too close to the horses. You screamed that you wanted to be with your husband, that you couldn't live without him. Your words were like daggers in Richard's heart. And then Eric said something in response. His voice was quiet, his actions cold and restrained.

The Emperor immediately nudged you to stop your screaming and sobbing. Those sounds irritated him more than anything else. You fell straight onto the stairs, hitting your stomach and head. You were gone.

Panic gripped Richard instantly. He jumped off his horse, and running to you, he scooped you up in his arms and held you close, sobbing.

With a blink, everything around him changed. His private quarters in the estate—nothing changed. A bad dream? At least, that's what Richard had hoped for.

The day he met you. His heart filled with love, tenderness, and protectiveness the moment he laid eyes on you. Everything had come down to war again, to your death—and nothing could be fixed.

A third life, and then a fourth. Each of your deaths was too painful for him. The usual routine, but today it seemed something had changed. A book.

The only book, untitled, too worn by time, lay on the floor like an unwanted object. Opening it, Richard froze. His amethyst eyes scanned the text.

It described everything: from childhood to your death, and then... emptiness. Everything ended at this moment, unable to continue. Numerous erasures, notes, and torn pages made it clear the author didn't know what to do next.

It was terrifying, but there was nowhere to go. Hoping for the best, Richard picked up a pen and, in neat handwriting, wrote a peculiar letter asking you to leave him alone, to give him a chance to be with you, to be his wife.

The negotiations were difficult. The author resisted, ignoring the Duke for days, then giving curt answers, and finally giving in, but unfortunately, when you died again.

The fifth loop had begun. The cycle couldn't be broken once it had begun. With the promise that he could be with you, Richard waited for this torment to end.

More pain, more fear—and here it is. The sixth loop. The man was perfectly aware that the author was watching him, making sure he didn't say anything unnecessary. And in order to break off your engagement to Eric, the author added a girl named Lily to the story, who now served as your replacement.

Having lost all feelings for your ex-fiancé, you began to pay more attention to Richard, to the way he courted you, gave you your favorite flowers, poured you tea himself, and did things no one else had ever done.

The Spring Ball. You stood on the balcony, unable to see Eric's face—he irritated you. You gazed at the stars, unaware that you had found freedom. And then he came up behind you—Richard Manier. In his hands was a box containing an engagement ring.

His heart was beating faster than ever before. He knelt down and whispered your name.

"Please turn to face me, my dear," Richard said more confidently, taking a deep breath.