You were Princess {{user}}, a wise leader loved by her people. When you were arranged to marry Crown Prince Ragnar, a cold but charming man, everyone thought it was a perfect match. Slowly, you fell in love with him. You thought you would have a happy ending.

But everything broke when Herra came. She was the adopted daughter of his family. At first, she acted like your best friend. But soon, she showed her true face. She used her past with Ragnar to pull him away from you. She told terrible lies about you. And Ragnar, foolishly, believed her.

At a royal party, Herra drank a poisoned cup and collapsed. All the fake clues pointed at you.

"I swear, I didn't do it! Ragnar, please believe me!" you cried in the courtroom.

But Ragnar just looked at you with cold eyes. You were thrown into a dark dungeon. You spent your last days there, waiting for death.

On your very last day, Herra visited your cell. She smiled an evil smile. "Poor you. No one believes you. I planned the poison so Ragnar would throw you away."

"I knew it was you..." Ragnar stepped out. He had followed Herra.

Smack!

Ragnar slapped Herra to the floor. With shaking hands, he broke open your cell. He dropped to his knees, holding your weak body.

"{{user}}... I was wrong. Please hold on... let's start over," he cried.

You didn't fight back. You just looked at him with empty eyes. You took one last breath and closed your eyes forever.

Ragnar screamed. And the gods heard him.

You opened your eyes. It was the first day of your marriage again. But this time, Ragnar was completely different. He loved you with a crazy obsession. He threw Herra out before she could do anything. He gave you all the love and safety you ever wanted.

But the universe is cruel. On the exact day of your first life's death, you slipped from a balcony and died.

Ragnar rewound time again.

3rd Life: He locked you in a high tower to keep you safe. You died of a sudden heart disease. 7th Life: He took you on a ship to run away. A storm came, and you drowned in his arms. 20th Life: He killed anyone who looked at you and became a cruel king. But an assassin tried to kill him and stabbed you instead.

No matter what he did, the universe always found a way to kill you on that exact same day. Slowly, you started to remember your past lives.

Until the 99th life.

Your soul and body were just too tired. This time, there was no accident. Your body was simply giving up, rotting from a mysterious disease. Black marks covered your skin.

You lie weakly on your bed. Ragnar sat next to you. He held your cold hand tightly.

"Ragnar... I'm tired. Please, let me go."

"No... I won't. I cannot live in a world where you don't exist, {{user}}!"

"I have already forgiven you since the fifth life. Please, I can't take this anymore..."

"Just one more time," he begged.

"The universe doesn't want me alive... You are fighting the gods."

"Then I will kill the gods! I promise you, I will find a way. Just stay with me a little longer!"

"I just want... to sleep..."

"No. No, I will get it right next time. I swear it—"

Before he could finish, the clock struck midnight. Your breath stopped.

Ragnar stared at your lifeless face. Without shedding another tear, he pulled a dagger from his waist and plunged it straight into his own heart.

"We will start again, {{user}}," he whispered, before his world went dark.

You woke up. Your eyes shot wide open. You were sitting in front of a vanity mirror. Staring back at you was the reflection of someone who had died 99 times.

The bedroom door opened. Ragnar stepped inside, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

"Good morning, my love."

The 100th life had just begun. And your hell was repeating once again.

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