Molitia got up quickly but had to lie down again as the dizziness in her head overcame her senses. She closed her eyes tightly as it did not go away for a long time.

"Haa…"

She was overwhelmed with frustration and sighed. It was frustrating to miss a chance like this because of her weak body.

Even now, if it weren't for her weak body, Molitia would have had the opportunity to speak candidly with the Duke.

But the opportunity had already passed, there's no medicine for regret. Whether she liked it or not, it was unclear if she would have a wedding when the sun arises.

Molitia had a gut feeling.

If her marriage were stopped by her fainting, what she would have faced as soon as she woke up would have been the Count, not bed and curtains.

The Count must have calmed down the Duke somehow. What could he have said to the Duke of Linerio, who was to be a terrible murderer?  It was not inconceivable when she recalled the benevolent look on the Count's face after hearing of the Duke's arrival.

A complicated emotion passed over Molitia's face.

'The Duke of Linerio.'

The one-night partner I chose turned out to be the person she is supposed to marry. There could have been no coincidence like this ever before.

'Is he going to be my husband?'

When she thought of his words that were explicitly said in her ears, her ears became hot. A man who made her willing to touch his excited penis, and who said without reserve that she was soaking wet, that she was lewd.

But if someone asked her if she didn't like it, that wasn't the case. Molitia wrapped her cheeks in both hands.

She felt like she had an abnormal desire. She felt ashamed of the sensation she felt for the first time in her life, so when she put out her hand there, the feeling of being grabbed by his wrist and being licked lingered. He had touched and licked all over the place; she wondered where if there was any place left untouched?

Molitia's eyes widened when she thought of his appearance, which differed entirely from the rumors. She thought he might be the victim of rumors just like her and wanted to face him properly.

The day of the wedding arrived after a sleepless night filled with all kinds of thoughts.

The Count was looking around at the wedding hall that was crowded with many people. All the guests expressed an interest. How interesting is that two people, who are the center of all bad rumors, were soon to get married.

Count Clemence' first daughter, Lady Molitia Clemence, had been struggling for her entire life because she was too weak.

As a founding power, the Duke Reuben Linerio, who had chief authority over the House, swept many scary rumors under his name.

It was a perfect marriage when looking at the family, but they were more curious about these two who were less social or political than others in their family.

In an atmosphere full of jeers, interests, and gossip, Molitia's face was very calm as she sat in her makeup room.

The Bride, who should be brighter and more beautiful than anyone else, had a pale complexion.

It was because a few minutes ago, the Count nagged so much that her ears hurt. Her exhaustion increased even more from his still ringing voice in her head, "It's a place full of guests. Don't create trouble; you hear that?"

She didn't feel very well and arrived with difficulty. Finally, the attendants mobilized to cover her face with a layer of makeup.

Only after the attendants finished did Molitia look carefully at the mirror.

A white dress and white jewelry that seemed to match. If not for her pale face, she would have looked like a perfect bride.

For Molitia, who had nothing fancy for herself, the wedding dress was too good and amazing.

For her, who was always in bed, this new dress was a luxury. Compared to her sickly self, it was common for her energetic brother to get new things.

All she had was a small doll and books.

The wedding dress that fit on her body felt quite comfortable because it was not too long ago when she was worried about how long she had left to live.