Any ruler must marry to produce a legitimate heir. Duke Dayon of Levensia is used to being alone and did everything he could to postpone the inevitable. But what if everyone around insists on a wedding? The only option is to accept it and… run away, just to feel a breath of fresh air for a couple of hours. Who could have known where such a run would lead? She’ll have to forget her usual life for a while, meet the demons of the past, and fall head over heels in love. And at the same time try to figure out what matters more: feelings or duty. Or maybe both can be combined after all?