“So, Your Highness, will you please marry me?” I stared blankly at the person who had just spoken. A man was kneeling on one knee before me. He was a beautiful man. His pale skin was as smooth as porcelain, and his dark hair with a hint of blue shimmered like the night sky. Beneath his black hair, his radiant golden eyes met mine. ...
“So, Your Highness, will you please marry me?” I stared blankly at the person who had just spoken. A man was kneeling on one knee before me. He was a beautiful man. His pale skin was as smooth as porcelain, and his dark hair with a hint of blue shimmered like the night sky. Beneath his black hair, his radiant golden eyes met mine. His slightly gaunt face and shadowed eyes gave off a strangely decadent charm. To be this handsome at eighteen—by the time he turned twenty, he would be a man so beautiful that he could shake the entire empire. As I imagined his future, my feelings became complicated, and I bit my lip. His name was Tristan. He was a young duke, having recently been bestowed with his title. And he was the male lead of this novel. “Are you asking me to marry you?” Even though I alr
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