“How dare you try to escape, you vile witch?”
Lucilia Teneri, once a beloved saint of the kingdom, became a witch overnight.
When the Pope’s order to capture the witch came down, the monastery was no longer a sanctuary.
Just as a sharply honed sword was about to be pointed at her neck,
“His Majesty the King has just issued a marriage permit for the daughter of Marquis Teneri.”
A deep voice clearly wrapped around her eardrums, riding the dawn breeze.
“What man would hand his wife over to the enemy?”
* * *
“My life has truly become complicated.”
The Marquis Teneri’s efforts to save his daughter became a storm that completely engulfed Aaron.
Just when he had finally proven his abilities, he was once again being forced to fall to the bottom because of that woman.
“It was His Lordship’s order. He demanded the loyalty that a vassal should rightfully maintain to protect his precious daughter.”
He had no intention of treating the forcibly married witch like a princess.
On a day when he was ignoring and coldly treating her, who was nothing more than an obstacle, far from a princess:
“You… desire me?”
She, with the ability to read inner thoughts, glimpses Aaron’s true feelings.
“Why won’t you spend the night with me?”
It wasn’t an expression one would expect from the lips of a saint who was once a symbol of holiness.
Aaron’s pupils, which had maintained indifference throughout, trembled helplessly.
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