About

Belkir de Valentia, the Grand Duke of the North. He was a man of renown—a hero of the Empire, but one with a hidden side as a cruel murderer. Still, I didn't care. Falling for him at first sight, I used every means at my disposal to eventually secure a political marriage with him. ...But Belkir's personality was even worse than I imagined. "Touch me, and I'll kill you." Good grief, I couldn't even get close to him, let alone seduce him. Realizing I couldn't go on like this, I asked around and paid a fortune to obtain a love potion. However, when the time came to hand him the teacup spiked with the potion, guilt washed over me, and I tried to turn back with the cup. I really intended to, but Belkir, returning from training, suddenly snatched the cup and gulped it down. I'll say it again... I was definitely planning to leave. "Nooooooo—!" Why on earth did the potion work so fast? Dropping the teacup on the floor, Belkir's eyes glazed over as he grabbed me and wouldn't let go. After spending that night together, the next day, I had to face Belkir's contemptuous gaze. "Do you want to die? What did you do to me?" After barely calming down Belkir, who spent the whole day raging and threatening to kill me, the butler investigated the potion. He concluded that the effect was quite strong and would take a month to fully wear off. Until then, there was no way to stop Belkir from losing his reason every night and clinging to me. ...Well, maybe this worked out for the best?