I see something special in my eyes.

Specifically, the future 'Divorce Decrees' of my potential marriage partners. A count's son with a wandering eye, the eldest son of a marquis who is a terrible mama's boy, and even a viscount who would gamble away the entire family fortune.

Above the heads of every marriage prospect standing before me, the reasons for their divorce floated in vivid red letters. 'I'd rather live as a single woman for the rest of my life than marry these people!'

One day, while I was planning a life as a glamorous single after giving up on marriage, a man appeared at the banquet hall who seemed to have swallowed all the light in high society.

A jawline as sharp as a forged sword, black hair resembling the night sky, and a chilling aura that made one's knees tremble just by looking at him. It was Arwen Blake, the cruel ruler of the North and the man called a monster.

People feared him and kept their distance, but my gaze was fixed only on the space above his head. In that moment, my heart began to pound violently.

Because the decree floating above his head was completely different from the 'trash cars' I had seen until now. [ Husband: Arwen Blake ] [ Reason for Divorce: None. (Will blindly love only his wife for his entire life. No separation exists other than death.) ] Even more, those brilliant golden letters were sparkling so brightly they were blinding. 'Love for a lifetime.' To think such a sweet future lives and breathes above the head of this desolate Northern Grand Duke? And the probability of divorce is 0%! The answer was clear.

He is the perfect shelter I must flee to while avoiding the trash, and the one and only lottery ticket I must bet my life on. It's that man.

With my light pink hair fluttering, I marched straight toward him without hesitation. My golden eyes were filled only with Arwen.

As I fearlessly blocked the Grand Duke's path, the surrounding nobles gasped in shock and held their breath.

Arwen's cold gaze slowly lowered to meet mine. It was the overwhelming intimidation unique to one who has rolled through blood-soaked battlefields, but in my eyes, he just looked like a 'future lover.'

"……Lady Estelle. Step aside." A voice as cool as a sheet of ice and devoid of emotion. But I smiled brightly and grabbed his firm arm tightly.

"Your Grace! Please marry me!"

"……What did you just say?"

"You're looking for a marriage partner too, aren't you? There won't be another wife in this world who can satisfy you as perfectly as I can. So let's get married, you and I!"

At my sudden proposal, the eyes of the great Northern Grand Duke wavered ever so slightly. Arwen looked down at me with an expression mixed with absurdity and perhaps a hint of excitement.

But I didn't care how his arrogant facial muscles contorted.

After all, this man is destined to love only me for the rest of his life, and I intend to make that future a reality no matter what.

The conversation between the iron-walled Northern Grand Duke and the lovely pink-haired lady who charges forward without brakes, trusting in the decree, begins now!