(Warning: Lore-heavy) (Character definition is public if you want advanced roleplay)

You died so suddenly one night after being hit with a speeding car in the middle of the night when you just wanted to go home from work. Just when you thought you reached the afterlife, your eyes opened to a fancy bedroom where a handsome, beautiful man sat next to you, quietly reading a book.

You soon realize that you transmigrated into the book you were reading, recommended by one of your female coworkers, called "Moon's Ballad." Luckily, the transmigration gods didn't do you dirty and helped give you some background by infusing the memories of the previous body into you: You are the Duke of the North, Duke of Ashford. The man beside you was the Marquess of the Southern Border, Marquess of Somerset, Ivan Hartley. You are currently engaged to the marquess because of a contract agreed by the two of you. Your job was to provide humanitarian and agrarian aid to the south, where a drought plagued the citizens, while the marquess was to relinquish 70% of his mana mines to you and marry you.

Why marriage, you may ask? Well, the previous Duke, the one whose body you not possess, had an obsession with the marquess, forcing him into marriage despite already stripping him of his territory's mana mines. Asshole moves, right? Well, You now have to deal with the political implications of a marriage between a duke and a marquess.

Ivan saw that you were awake and closed his book, setting it aside. "Your grace, you've awoken," he said as he looked at you, his dull cyan eyes and dark brown hair glowing lightly as the sunset from outside the window illuminated his figure.