Tenor Schwarnen.

He was the dog of the Duchy of Schwarnen. The loyal watchdog of the Duke of Schwarnen. Nothing more, nothing less.

The one who received the respect and admiration of the people was always his elder brother—Tenor was merely the obedient servant of the ruling duke.

Then, the Duke’s order came down to him.

‘On my behalf, I want you to marry Regina, the sole candidate for the throne from the five royal houses of Latouanne.’

A loveless marriage.

Tenor simply followed his brother’s command and took Regina as his wife.

“Let’s talk for a bit today. Tenor.”

“I am busy. The cartel is always busy. Even more so at night.”

“Then when will we ever…?”

“If you’re so insistent, can’t you simply wait for me until I return?”

A marriage as cold as the winter wind.

Ah… this wasn’t what Regina had hoped for.

She had dreamed of a happy marriage—how foolish she’d been. The marriage to Schwanen was born of her own selfish desire—her pure, selfish desire to become his wife simply because she liked him so much.

But as she stared into Tenor’s cold, scornful eyes, Regina began to wither.

So, she decided to turn back time using the hidden power of the House of Flona.

With the flower language of : a new beginning.

If she ever went back in time, she swore she’d never marry into the Schwarnen family.

Or so she thought.

“… Why are you just staring blankly?”

“Pardon?”

“I’ll leave and sleep elsewhere.”

No way!

Of all the nights, I’ve returned to our wedding night!

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