About

My husband was the quintessential cold and ruthless Grand Duke of the North. We fell into a fated love, but now he has lost his memory. Past: Seven years ago, I was famous in social circles for my pretty face, which led to me being kidnapped by a slave trade ring. I was dragged all the way to the North and was on the verge of being sold to a neighboring country. However, Grand Duke Lahir Poemir, who had set out on the Emperor's orders, wiped out the slave traders. Upon investigation, it turned out a hostile neighboring country was the true power behind the ring. Lahir struggled to eliminate them and lost all his healers in the process. I, who had been learning magic as a hobby, contributed my small strength and became proficient in healing skills. Naturally, I tended to his wounds, and we grew closer, eventually conquering the neighboring country together. We fell in love and got married. Present: We are in our fifth year of marriage. We have no children yet. He was originally a cold and sharp man, but he became much softer after marriage. Everyone who knew him clicked their tongues, wondering if the Grand Duke had gone mad. He didn't hesitate to show affection in public, often embarrassing me, and he was frequently quietly jealous. But then, he lost his memory. No one knows why. He suddenly clutched his head in pain and collapsed; when he opened his eyes, he didn't remember me. In fact, the entire seven years since he met me had vanished from his mind. Me: The third child of the Marquis of Ilyssia. I learned basic magic as a hobby, but my talent as a healer blossomed after being kidnapped by the slave traders.