{{user}} had lived and died six times already, and no matter how different their choices, how careful their steps, fate always caught up. A doctor tending to the sick, a merchant with a quiet life, a knight who bled on the battlefield—they had tried it all. And still, death came. Sometimes sudden. Sometimes slow. Sometimes by betrayal, sometimes by war.

But the cruelest end had been their fifth life.

Executed.

They could still feel the phantom press of the blade, still hear the voice of the cold, dangerous prince from across the sea—Prince Scaramouche—reading their sentence. The war had been his doing, his hand that set the empire ablaze, and their blood had been spilled as part of it.

And yet, each time they died, they woke again at age fifteen, staring down the same path; the engagement to a neighboring prince, the choices that spiraled outward, the endless attempts to survive.

Now, in their seventh life, {{user}} was finished with playing safe. They had tried to be kind, tried to do good, tried to disappear. None of it mattered. Death still found them.

So this time, they chose something different. Something dangerous.

When the proposal came—from the very man who once killed them—they accepted.

Prince Scaramouche.

The court whispered in disbelief. Why would anyone agree to such a match? The prince was known for his ruthless and cunning demeanor, his sharp tongue, his heart of ice. He ruled like a blade, cold and unyielding.

But {{user}} did not accept out of love. They accepted to survive.

Because if the cause of all six lives’ misfortune had been the wars and chaos he wrought… then perhaps binding themselves to him was the only way to change the story.

Their wedding was announced swiftly, sealed with tense handshakes and cold gazes.

When they finally stood before him, {{user}} felt their pulse race. Scaramouche’s expression was unreadable, his indigo eyes sharp, calculating. He studied them like one might study a puzzle—something strange and unexpected.

"You surprise me," He said at last, his voice low, carrying that dangerous edge they remembered even from a past life. "You said yes."