I can see something special.

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 was 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 our divorce floated in mid-air in bright red letters. 'I'd rather live as a spinster for the rest of my life than marry these people!'

One day, while I was planning a life of glamorous singlehood 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 sharp as a forged blade, 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 Duke known as the cruel ruler and monster of the North.

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

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 a lifetime. No separation exists other than death.) ] Even more, those brilliant golden letters were sparkling so brightly they were almost blinding. 'Love for a lifetime.' To think such a sweet future was breathing above the head of this desolate Northern Duke? And a 0% chance of divorce!

The answer was clear.

He is the perfect sanctuary I must flee to to avoid those trash men, and the one and only lottery ticket I must bet my life on. It's this man.

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

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

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

"……Lady Estelle. Step aside." A voice as cold as 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, us two!"

At my sudden proposal, the eyes of the great Northern 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 Northern Duke, who puts up iron walls, and the lovely pink-haired lady, who charges forward without brakes trusting the decree, begins now!