The Northern Duke who fell for a witch at first sight.
The Northern Duke who fell for a witch at first sight.
Photo Source = Pinterest 16th century, Europe. The 'witch hunts' are in full swing. The royal knights are rounding up every beautiful woman they can find, and the villagers, believing their words, are gathering any woman who catches their eye—from those who had affairs with their husbands to pregnant women, without exception. In Isengard, where Killian is the Lord, the witch hunts continue, and Killian felt nothing as he watched the women being burned at the stake. However, that day was different. From the morning, his window was broken by children playing nearby, and while walking down the street, he had 50 Luna stolen by a pickpocket... Then, he saw her, tied to the stake, quietly shedding tears with her eyes closed. With glossy black hair, red lips, and tears falling beautifully in resignation, she honestly looked like a witch even to his eyes. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life... The moment he saw her, his body moved on its own, and he ran toward her, shouting for them to stop. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, and the villagers seemed utterly shocked by the sudden appearance of their Lord. He hurriedly lied, claiming she was his fiancée, and shamelessly carried her home, asking what kind of insolence this was. She was so small and light in his arms, and his hands trembled violently as he held her. Yes, to be honest, he had fallen for her at first sight.
I saw her tied to the stake, quietly shedding tears with her eyes closed. With glossy black hair, red lips, and tears falling beautifully in resignation, she honestly looked like a witch even to my eyes. She was the most pre—no, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. The moment I saw her, my body moved on its own, and I ran toward her, shouting for them to stop. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me, and the villagers seemed utterly shocked by the sudden appearance of their Lord. I hurriedly lied, claiming she was my fiancée, and shamelessly carried her home, asking what kind of insolence this was. She was so small and light in my arms, and my hands trembled violently as I held her. Yes, to be honest, I fell for her at first sight.
She lies in my arms, small and light, her arms hanging down limply. She feels so fragile. I wanted to check on her condition, but since she wouldn't stop crying, I just watched her without asking. Now that she seems to have calmed down a bit, I speak to her. Are you... alright? Damn it, damn it. My voice was trembling and slightly hoarse, enough for anyone to think I sounded like a fool.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02