Myrthe from house Wildhemn, an esteemed Daughter of the marquis. With her luscious dirty blonde hair and shimmering dark green eyes, she is the gemstone of high society. A young woman who had many eyes of envy preying on her, Myrthe was a flower in the middle of the grassy meadow, a striking beauty that will undoubtedly catch many attention.

but, unknowingly to all, she was... a woman from another time.

Before, Myrthe was a working woman from the 21st century. With her hard-working vision and family-oriented personality, Myrthe had every reason to waste her time doing nothing but meeting clients. Despite that, she was as happy as she could be, for her home was blessed with the warm welcome and constant affection from her spouse, something Myrthe missed dearly.

of course, no one would bat an eye if a child suddenly claims she is from the future, thus, Myrthe lived leisurely and quietly as if she hadn't known anything. Tho, she was able to utilize her past life experience to mature as a fine young woman. Yet everyone seems to be troubled at how little interest she had shown in marriage despite her age.

In a yearly banquet held by the queen herself,

Myrthe, who rarely opens her mouth, not that she needs to with everyone too entranced by her graciousness. Politely striding across the floor to grab a drink. the night is young and the party had just started. She glances around taking in all the guests' faces that she couldn't care less to remember their names.

Myrthe was never the type to make friends, she was considered a wallflower in high society, an untouchable one that is. Although she rarely says a word, no one dared to badmouth her. She had made it clear to the world without even saying a word that she will not let anyone tarnish her family name.

This yearly banquet is filled with energized faces. The bright light from the chandelier helped to bring the mood up and making all the guests enter with cheery faces. The queen did an amazing job bringing the most out of this merry occasion.

Myrthe is indifferent as always, the thought of spending the night partying doesn't really sit right with her. although she admires the concept of high-society in her past life, she still hates that she constantly needs to show face at parties. Thank god she had such an untouchable title she doesn't need to do anything more than to attend.

"Sister," someone called from behind her.

Myrthe turns around, facing his adorable younger brother that she dotes on too much. "Hm?" she hums, never bothering to answer with words.

"will you be dancing with me?" Allistar asks with his eyes filled with hope, staring up at his big sister Myrthe.

"This is an official banquet, Allistar. we don't do that here," Myrthe lightly chuckled.

Allistar sighed as his head droop down. seems like he's been expecting this. It's the tradition here for the ladies to dance with whoever extended his hand for her, often time no one knows who their dance partner really is and that's what makes it so exciting.

"Ah...I wish I could dance with you. Well, I'll be praying your partner doesn't suck," Allistar hissed as if threatening however will be brave enough to offer their hands to Myrthe.

Myrthe merely smiled at his brother's words. He is such a cute young child, not yet to become an adult. She took her hand to lightly ruffle his hair, "Don't worry, even if he sucks, I'll just lead the dance myself." she said with unwavering confidence.

As if on cue, the music stops, indicating there will be a new change of song, specifically the one used for dancing. Everyone around began hustling in a hurry, gentlemen politely offering their hand to the nearest ladies and inviting for a dance. Slowly but surely, the crowd began to disperse to create room for those who will be dancing, which in this case, unmarried adults and adolescences.

Myrthe covered the bottom half of her flawless face with her feathered fan, she half-hoped no one would notice her and offer her a dance. But of course, no one would let a lady left alone without a dance partner.

A hand extended to her with grace, the man bowed as he started to say, "Milady, may I have this dance?"

Something awfully similar struck Myrthe with the man's voice. She could only hide her frown with her fan upon seeing the man's face. She could not recognize who the gentleman is. although she never bothered to remember the nobles' faces in the first place, that doesn't mean she wasn't familiar with them. With how many times she had attended such parties, she was bound to recognize many people. Yet this man she had never seen attended any previous banquets either arranged by the royal family or by the nobles.

Nevertheless, she accepted the man's offer by placing her hand softly on his palm. Without a word, the two walked to the middle of the dance floor with hands linked with each other.

The music starts and the two started to dance gracefully. The mysterious man held Myrthe's hand as if it was delicate butter, and the placement of his other hand on her waist is courteous enough to not be disrespectful yet firm enough to allow him to lead the dance smoothly. Myrthe was pleased with such a mannerly dance partner.

"Ah... I'm hungry," Myrthe thought to herself, by now she trusted the gentlemen enough to let her daydream during their dance. A shameless move, but as if Myrthe could care less. "I want some madeleines, maybe macarons too.."

Soon Myrthe realizes she was spacing out. Calmly she went back to focus on the dance. Myrthe look up to the man who offered her a smile, she of course smiled back out of courtesy.

Myrthe began to get aware of her surroundings, the other dance pairs would occasionally take a glance at her, and the other noble who wasn't dancing could be heard buzzing and whispering amongst themselves while their eyes are fixated on Myrthe.

[Hm?] Myrthe raised an eyebrow at the unwanted attention. [Are they talking about me... or-] she glances at the taller man, still elegantly leading her dance as if it's the most natural thing to do.

Myrthe decided not to care, she is too hungry to put her mind on something such trivial. Though she is curious about the mysterious man too, she did not let it slip out of her mouth and simply enjoy the dance with him.

The music came to a halting stop as everyone simultaneously stop their feet. The music soon ends with a slow yet merry tone as the ensemble strikes their instruments at the same time. Each respective pair bowed to each other, ending the first round of dancing.

Myrthe took this opportunity to politely send out her thanks, after all, she never liked dancing and she was grateful for the man to make something she dislikes enjoyable. "It was pleasant dancing with you, Milord," she says while bowing. Myrthe found it weird how the man seems to flinch at her words, something is very wrong with today's banquet.

She thought nothing of it and send out the best polite smile she could muster for the man. She turns away against the man, not at all wondering why the man doesn't bother replying to her. But before she could take a step, her hand is grasped firmly, contrary to the soft hold she had gotten used to in the dance.

Myrthe halted her walk, she turns to the man with a raised eyebrow and a slight scowl.

Slowly, the man opens his mouth, seemingly hesitating to say out a word. Then as sudden as possible, he blatantly blurted out. "█████...?"

Myrthe breathing hitched upon hearing the man softly called her name, her real name that is, the name from her previous life. She swiftly stares up at the man with her mouth agape. At first, she was scared, who is this mysterious man that knows her real name? Myrthe was ready to be exiled as a witch, but when she saw his expression, everything clicked.

The look of absolute longing and hope is clearly displayed on the man's face. He was looking at her as if she was the truth he had been looking for. And the way he said her name rings in her head, something so familiar had made her chest tighten and she was heaving for air.

Myrthe could feel the man's emotions as if it was running to her through their linked hands. His pale blue eyes are wavering, perhaps he was holding back tears. It made Myrthe halted her breath the more she looks at him. She couldn't be sure, though she wanted to be. Just maybe... it wouldn't hurt to say,

"...Honey?" Myrthe whispered softly to her once husband from another time.

The two stands far away from the crowd, secluded enough to have a private conversation but not too isolated it would raise some unwanted question and scandal.

"Is this really you?" Myrthe questions again of the nth time, hiding her face behind her fan as she stares blankly at the ground. She didn't know whether to thank god for letting her meet her husband or question whether or not everything is real.

"Yeah... It's me, dear..." He replied with a faint smile. Patiently waiting for Myrthe to face him. That's how he always is, always so patiently caring and loving for her, it's a quality distinct and reserved only for Myrthe in her previous life.

"Oh god..." Myrthe breathed out, she still couldn't wrap her head around what is happening. She lowered her fan slowly, eyes locked with the man that is her husband.

His striking light blue eyes, almost grey, is filled with forlorn, yet his face is undeniably happy and bright. It was the same for her, for all her 21 years living in this current time she could only weep in silence, she never had anyone to rely upon and no one would just believe her if she told the truth, maybe that is why she is so indifferent and glacial.

"Wait... I need to confirm," Myrthe folded her fan with a loud snap as she huff in frustration, she wanted confirmation so badly because she didn't want this to merely be a sweet misunderstanding.

"Go ahead, honey." The man replied with a smile.

"What's my favourite drink?"

"Spr*te" The man replied quickly as if it's a time-based quiz.

"What's my eleventh-grade pet?"

"Two beta fish named billy and willy. Billy was blue, Willy was red. Willy likes to eat his wife. You bought them on the pet store near the convenient store corner behind our school." He laughed quietly, remembering how he saw his wife pass him nonchalantly while proudly carrying those two fish.

"How did we first met?"

The man, although taken aback at the question, looked confident nevertheless. "High school, you are in the same class as me. You're so pretty yet so cold, and everyone had a silent competition to win your heart. I participated as a joke... but I ended up falling for you instead. By the end of the school year, everyone forgot about the little competition and no one ever bothered you any more, but not me."

"Ah... I remember being so annoyed you always text me non-stop trying to make a conversation with me," Myrthe laughed sadly, remembering the sweet memories of her first meeting with her husband. He was such an annoying kid that always followed her around like a puppy, but that ended up being the factor that made Myrthe fell for him. His endless determination that somehow ended up with the two happily married.

"But I manage to make that you mine, so all that annoyance is worth it in the end." He lightly clasped her hands inside his palm, looking at her while showing off his pure smile.

Myrthe could only stay silent, taking in the warmth embracing her hands that she didn't know was so shaky and cold. His big hands felt so familiar, and her mind is easily at ease by his body heat. By now, Myrthe was convinced this man is really her once husband. She tried her best to choke up the tears, after all, it would be improper for her to just cry on the spot without a reason.

"Honey, may I marry you again this time?" He asked, looking at Myrthe stricken with love.

"That's a no-brainer, idiot." Myrthe chuckled as if his question is the most obvious one in the world. "Right, that reminds me, what's your name?" she asked, using impolite casual words. He wouldn't mind and Myrthe knows it, after all, they are secluded and no one would dare to eavesdrop.

"My name's here is Eddie, Adelmire Edevane."

Myrthe raised an eyebrow hearing his name. Sure, Edevane is such a big name in social standing and she knows it. But something about his first name matched with his surname doesn't click right with Myrthe. "...?"

"I get your confused look... Eddie's my nickname, Adelmire Edevane doesn't taste right together. I don't know why my parents decided Ed-Ad-Ed sounds good in a name..." He sulked. He knows his name had a weird tongue twist to it, although not necessarily too hard, it still sounded just a tad bit too quirky.

Myrthe sighed too, with a smile gracing her face. She chuckled before patting her 'husband' in the back. "It's still a beautiful name. Don't sulk over it." she laughed. "I'm Myrthe by the way, Myrthe Wildhemn."

"Myrthe sounds like 'Mirth'. means 'Jolly' right?" he smiled, his heart melted at the hearty laugh given by Myrthe. Truly, only his wife is able to make his heart thump so loudly in his chest.

"Mhm, that's actually the word taken to name me. It's basically the equivalent of someone's name spelt 'Syielveah' only for it to be pronounced simply 'Sylvia.',"

"Pfft- that's a thing back then, right?" He stifled his laugh, referring to the modern days where young parents tried to be creative with names.

"I know right... never knew they existed this time too..." She let out an exasperated sigh while cupping her cheek in a fake frustration, before joining Eddie in laughing. She couldn't remember when's the last time she had let out such ease around a person, well to be expected since he is after all the man who caught her heart.

"So, you're from house Wildhemn. The marquessate was it?"

It feels weird to have to introduce themselves again. They used to know everything about each other, but now they had to learn each other's name again. It feels foreign, yet they both knew this brand new gap will soon disperse.

"Mhm," Myrthe answered shortly. "And you're from house Edeva-..." she suddenly stops, as if realizing something grave that made her face pale.

"Hehe yes, I'm the next duke in line!!" Eddie boasted without shame, something he would never do if it wasn't to his wife. "Are you that shocked?" He tilts his head curiously once seeing Myrthe's face again. Although it's normal to be shocked since his position was that of almost equal to a royal, Myrthe's reaction to say was a bit too dramatic.

She was frozen in place while staring at Eddie, an unreadable expression latched on her face. "Oh god, please tell me you're joking..." She sighed, opening her fan again and hiding her face. She stared at her former and soon-to-be husband.

"I'm not?" Eddie replied innocently, he neither had a clue why Myrthe was looking at him with such a pity. "Is there a problem?"

"Don't you know? you have a very bad reputation, Hon. And that's an understatement."

"Bad reputation?"

"The insolent, uneducated Duke's son is unable to do proper etiquette. Rumour has it he had been long an eccentric child and often display improper behaviour unbefitting of high noble, especially for the future leader of the Dukedom." Myrthe whips out her fan once more as she recited the rumour like a poem.

Eddie was taken aback, blinking comically as he stared at Myrthe looking at him in pity. "Where did that come from?" He quizzed, rubbing his chin as if recalling if he ever did anything stupid to ruin his reputation. "I'm pretty isolated as a child and i don't remember any outside party other than people from the estate to know i'm like that. so why did rumours going around like that???"

"That's the thing, hon. You never did anything to dispel those baseless rumours so now it's kinda stuck on you," Myrthe knows her husband wasn't someone close to such rumours. Even if he is shameless at times, it is mostly out of spite playfulness, not one worthy to be a cause of crashing reputation. Myrthe found it a problem, not only for the Dukedom but for herself, after all, she knows first hand just how important reputation and social standing is in this kind of era.

"S-so you're not going to marry me...?" Eddie was mortified, he was almost sobbing while giving Myrthe the look of despair as if his treasures had been snatched.

"You big baby, even if you're an assassin from a neighbouring country, I'd still marry you."

"I'm touched, but that's kinda too much, babe."

"I know, maybe not that much but you get my point!" She laughed, patting Eddie on the shoulder. Tho her smile soon went flat as her face contorts to full seriousness. "Don't worry, I'll make sure those rumours won't stay long."

Eddie merely smiled, afraid yet in love. His wife had always been someone so intimidating, It's been like that since they first met in high school. She always had a thick wall surrounding herself, only a selected few are able to trespass it. Eddie is one of the few lucky ones able to do so.

"Can I hug you?" He suddenly blurted out. Eyes set on Myrthe's smaller form itching to engulf her in his arms.

Myrthe clicked her tongue, slapping her fan on Eddie's face. "Absolutely not..." She trailed off, seeing how Eddie deflates in sadness. "...now at least. Send your engagement request first and I'll let you hug me whenever once we're engaged." Myrthe added with a smirk.

It's not much of a surprise when Myrthe woke up the day after, the marquessate was in chaos. Rumors had been going around that their beloved lady was seen having quite a merry time chatting with soon-to-be Duke Adelmire Edevane.

Maids we're running around in a panic, preparing something that shouldn't be a big deal yet. The marquess of Wildhemn is seen in a daze, looking far into the horizon from his balcony while holding a cold teacup. The Marchioness is pacing in her room, unable to process that her beautiful and precious daughter might have found a suitable partner. And the Marquessate heir, Myrthe's younger brother Allistar is planning a master plan on how to get his sister to dislike Eddie. All happening while Myrthe is peacefully off to dreamland.

"What's... with all this fuss, Jane." Myrthe rubs her temple in annoyance, watching as a row of maids stand before her ready to doll her up.

Jane, Myrthe's personal maid stands anxiously, not knowing why her lady is so calm. "Milady... haven't you heard?! Rumors going on how Lord of Edevane is planning to send Milady a request of engagement!"

Myrthe, completely unfazed, sat on her bed with an irked expression. The morning just started and she had already gotten a headache. "It's just rumors, isn't it? How foolish of you to believe such rumors,"

"Then is it not true, Milady?"

"Of course it true," with a playful smirk, Myrthe got up from her bed.

"Milady!!"

"Don't raise your voice, Jane. the morning is still young and you're already having a fest." Myrthe clicked her tongue as she slips off her nightgown, leaving her silky smooth body exposed to the sun that seeps through from the curtains.

"B-but Milady! You are going to be engaged to the Duke! How is it not a big deal?!" Jane fussed while frantically doing her job of helping Myrthe wash up.

"I guess that's true. Nevertheless, 'Eddie' will be a Duke and It is kinda a huge deal," She thought while humming. "But how could I make it such a big deal when I know how much of a dork he is, plus it's not like this is my first time marrying him." suddenly, she let out a chuckle on her own. With the maids staring at her weirdly for laughing without a warning.

"Is breakfast ready?"

"Goodness, Milady. Breakfast ended hours ago. Milady woke up very late today," Jane shook her head in disapproval, picking up Myrthe's dirty clothes ready to put them in the laundry.

"Well damn, I guess I had too much fun last night," with a satisfied smile, Myrthe simply waltz out of her room to the dining room.  "We did chat until the party ended, that's how much I miss him..." she thought to herself with a saddened smile. Although it's soon replaced with a giddy feeling at the thought of being together again. "My dialect is slipping again, I have to speak more old-timey..."

"What dress would you want today, milady?"

"Eh, just use whatever you see first, I trust your ability to make any dress match me,"

Jane laughed wholeheartedly, walking up to the closet as she says, "I'm flattered, Milady. Well, the winner seems to be this dress," Jane holds up a light blue dress, with off-shoulder white ruffles graced with sequences of clear crystals.

"Hmm... another blue dress, my wardrobe seems to be very plain, yes?" Myrthe glance inside her wardrobe, which looked more like a sea of blue dresses overlapping each other. "My god, where had my sense of style gone to? Why had no one stopped me from ordering the same colored dress??" She just realized how disastrously monotone her closet is, with each blue dress only differing in two to three tones.

"Well, blue dresses had become a trademark associated with Milady,"

Myrthe shook her head in disapproval, disappointed in her own self for not caring about her appearance more. But Myrthe being herself, found it a great opportunity in the midst of a problem. "Which means I have a reason to go out and shop, means I can invite him, in other words, a date." She couldn't stop the smile stretching on her face, the maids must've been weirded out seeing her express so many raw emotions.

Myrthe couldn't help it, she felt as if she went back to her youth playing around with her first crush, giggling like a young maiden in love. It's been so long, after all, 21 years since she last saw her beloved husband. The man she is so smitten with, the man she vowed to be with for eternity, the man so willing to accept her.

"Jane, I am so hungry," Myrthe suddenly blurted out, tho her face is kept bright and smiley from all the thoughts about her husband.

"Yes yes, give me a second, Milady." Jane laughed while skillfully doing Myrthe's hair. Her experience playing with her younger sister's hair had helped a lot in styling Myrthe's hair in a way no stylist had ever imagined. With the help of Myrthe's ideas stolen from the modern-day had also helped Jane grew into an exceptional maid able to do many hairdos.

"There, all done~" Jane mused while grinning, satisfied with the intricate half updo she managed to pull off on Myrthe pale blonde locks.

"Great. Now breakfast," Myrthe did not waste any precious second admiring her appearance, instead, she went straight to the door out of her room into the hallways, already craving food.

"Of course Milady, I'm pretty sure lunch is ready, although not served yet, but is it alright for you to eat lunch instead? Or shall I make you a breakfast meal?"

"No, no need the hassle. I'll just eat lunch, as if breakfast and lunch is any different for me." the clicking of her heels rang trough the seemingly endless hallways, and Myrthe could not be more annoyed at how big the Wildhemn mansion is.

hastily she entered the dining room, pushing the grand door with all her might as if anyone inside would be awed by her presence. without even looking at the menu, Myrthe sat down and began eating. she was known to have a great appetite, after all, food is the only thing keeping her patience in check in this time full of hindrance.

while filling her stomach happily, a sudden burst opened the door with full power. Myrthe nearly coked on her tomato.

"Myrthe, dear!" the Marchioness, Zelilah Wildhemn hurriedly stepping inside the dining room. Face full of worry and panic. "Dear, why had you never told me you are with Lord Edevane?!" Myrthe's mother stammered.

"Morning, Mother."

"It's noon, dear. And don't just 'Morning' me! answer my question!" she panicked. Her once perfectly oval face wrinkled with age, her silver eyes graying alongside her platinum blonde hair, despite that, there's still reminiscent of timeless beauty adorning her looks.

"My god, everyone seems to be in a fuss today, huh?" Myrthe laughed, elegantly wiping her mouth with a napkin. She faced her mother with a smug face, enjoying the look of panic and surprise that highly entertains her. Myrthe was one to prank people a lot.

Myrthe's mother sighed, looking at the daughter she birthed. Like staring at a mirror, Myrthe was very much alike her mother. With the exception of her dark green eyes she inherited from her father.

"The estate wouldn't be in so much of a panic if you told us before hand," Zelilah sighed, resting her body on the dining room chair.

"What is there to tell? Sir Edevane will give a proper request which shouldn't be a surprise? isn't engagement request always sent without prior notice or am I missing something? or is everyone swept by the rumours?" Myrthe was slightly disappointed. Even if the news of her engagement will eventually be true, it's still a mere rumor as of now.

It's baffling seeing everyone in so much panic. Especially when Myrthe always had engagement request coming each month without fail. So it shouldn't be surprising that another man is rumored to want her hands in marriage, it just so happens that the man was the next Duke in-line.

"The engagement request hadn't been sent, dear." The Marchioness seems equally confused, raising her eyebrow as she looked at her daughter weirdly.

Myrthe mirrored her mother's expression with rivaling confusion, "then it's true that everyone is swept by the rumours?" She shook her head in disbelief. Sighing for the nth time, Myrthe was beyond disappointed. "Mother shouldn't believe what others said easily, for all I now it could be just rumors and Lord Edevane is not at all interested in me. So let's not make a fuss until a proper statement came out, yes?"

With a soft face and patience of a saint, the Marchioness heaved a sigh. "On normal circumstances, that's what should have been done. But how could everyone not panic when Lord Edevane himself showed up?"

"What?" Myrthe blinked. She tried repeating what her mother just said and wiring her head around it, she hoped she heard wrong.

"Lord Edevane is downstairs now, dear. He came this morning to personally discuss your engagement."

"...what?"