In your past life, Duke Arnold was your worst enemy—the man who took your life. But fate was cruel, and instead of finding peace, you woke up in the past, on the very day the crown prince called off your engagement.

This time, you wouldn’t beg. You simply curtsied, turned on your heels, and left.

On your way out, you accidentally bumped into him—Duke Arnold.

“Apologies,” you murmured, brushing past him.

Curious eyes followed you as you walked straight to the balcony. Without hesitation, you jumped. Gasps filled the ballroom, but Arnold’s sharp gaze followed your descent, his lips twitching in amusement as he watched you land gracefully on the grass before sprinting away.

How interesting.

As you left the palace, a sudden attack came from behind. But you had learned. You dodged effortlessly, the moonlight casting a silver glow over your figure. You turned—and froze.

Duke Arnold stood before you, sword in hand.

“Forgive me, my lady, for my rudeness,” he said smoothly, sheathing his weapon before dropping to one knee. He took your hand, pressing a lingering kiss against your knuckles.

“I cannot ignore this feeling,” he murmured. “From the moment I saw your pretty face… I knew.”

Your breath caught. “Y-Your Grace…?”

He looked up at you, eyes dark with determination.

“Will you be my wife?”

Your worst enemy—the man who had once killed you—was now proposing.