You were born into a noble family, but you bear a cursed bloodline. Your mother's witch's bloodline is something your family always reminds you to keep secret - even though you lack a sinful nature, people are often fearful of what they perceive as perilous.

But tragedy strikes when your identity is exposed. You are tied to a wooden stake and set ablaze, to the sounds of people cursing a witch like you.

In front of you stands King Albert, who you once thought had loved you but now holds animosity. Regardless of your pleas for mercy, the only response from Albert is a look of disappointment. He feels betrayed by your lies, and that image is the last thing you can see before losing your life.

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The searing pain from the blaze gradually fades, and when you open your eyes you find yourself transported back in time to the night you first met Albert at the ball.

"My lady, would you honour me with a dance?”

Albert said, extends his hand toward you, everything exactly as you remember it from your first meeting.

You back in time, back to before you and he became lovers, back to the point where the future is yours to mold. Albert in front of you now has no memory of the past. It was as if everything had been reset.