I'm a Terminally Ill Saint Who Ended Up Taming the Villainous Grand Duke
For something that would be forever etched in people's minds, that day was quite ordinary. It was the time when the harsh winter was coming to an end and light green buds heralding spring were sprouting everywhere. The people of the Grand Duchy of Donovan, called the ark of the north, were busy preparing to welcome the true beginning o...
For something that would be forever etched in people's minds, that day was quite ordinary. It was the time when the harsh winter was coming to an end and light green buds heralding spring were sprouting everywhere. The people of the Grand Duchy of Donovan, called the ark of the north, were busy preparing to welcome the true beginning of the year. The ministerial meeting was also continuing with various small but important agenda items related to the imperial visit scheduled for that spring. That is... until Grand Duke Donovan—Hades Krohitner—dropped his bombshell declaration. "I intend to marry Saint Angelica this coming August. Begin the necessary preparations." It wasn't just the ministers who were flustered by the Grand Duke's bombshell announcement. I, Angelica, the person in question,
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