Chapter 01

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.

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