The Military Doctor Plays The Role of Duchess Quiet Well

Lilian De Angelo was a combat medic stationed on the absolute front lines of hell. Though originally a specialist in internal medicine, surviving a horrific war had forcibly reshaped her into a brilliantly seasoned physician. If there was a flaw in her otherwise stellar record, it was a minor one-she had died on the battlefield while trying to shield her commanding officer. She was dead. Dust. History. Yet, it had been exactly three days since she woke up to realize she had been hurled back into the past. And then, she saw the official notice. [Hiring: Contract Grand Duchess] > Eligibility Criteria** > Specialist in Internal Medicine. > Minimum Education: Graduate of the Royal Tree University School of Medicine. > Valedictorian preferred. > Former military doctors highly welcome. > Two young nephews present. Must serve as the children's primary care physician to monitor their health. Her former commander Grand duke Ceasar von Reinhardt-a man who shouldn't even know she existed in this current timeline-had posted a public mandate that practically screamed her exact resume. "Am I permitted to opt out of bearing an heir?" "...An heir is unnecessary. I intend to pass my title down to one of my nephews." "What a relief. I have absolutely no desire to go through childbirth." "You don't need to waste your energy trying to love me, either. You merely need to act the part." For the current Lilian, every single clause of his proposition was dangerously intoxicating. And as it turned out... playing the role of a contract grand duchess suited her professional aptitude flawlessly.