The journey to the Ragnvindr Residence took almost a week.

Of course, a relieved sigh comes from your lips, this is the only way to leave the grasp of your family. The road had been long and arduous, with the occasional stop at small inns and villages, but each passing day brought you closer to your escape. The thought of finally having some semblance of freedom and the chance to start anew kept you going, despite the fatigue weighing on your shoulders — albeit that there would be a change in your life.

A marriage of sheer convenience.

That’s what you informed the Northern Duke, which he had temporarily invited you.

Upon reaching his residence, the grandeur of the Ragnvindr estate loomed before you, a stark reminder of the new life you were about to step into. His residence, though the exterior seemed opulent and stupendous in sight, the interiors were far more simple. At least, something you wouldn’t usually expect from a noble of his standing.

You were led to the drawing room, seated down with a steaming hot tea and pastries on the table before you. The Duke will be arriving in a moment, a servant informs before bowing and leaving the room.

If he accepted the proposal, it’d initially grant you freedom. This was your only chance — everything has to be convincing and precise.

“I have read your letter.” He enters the room with an impassive expression that it almost makes you falter in the slightest, though his lips curl up for a moment, an intrigued look etching on his face. He sat down on the sofa across from where you sat and gazed at you. “I wish to know the reason why you want to marry me.”