Finally, it was their first night. Leticia whispered, leaning her forehead against his chest, "As expected, is it too far? Should I get closer?" Dietrian barely swallowed a groan. His hand grasping Leticia's shoulder was shaking with a sweet faze, but she didn't notice. "I know that you're uncomfortable. But please bear with me until my mother comes." Dietrian hated Leticia. It was natural as Leticia's mother killed his family. She had never doubted the fact. So she didn't know, how badly his face was distorted by her words. "You just have to put up with me for half a year. Then, I will divorce you as you wish." At the word 'divorce,' he grit his teeth. Despite being the daughter of the Holy Empire’s most revered divine leader, Leticia is rumored to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty tyrant. The thing is… none of the rumors are true! After years of living as her vindictive mother’s scapegoat, Leticia is ultimately cursed to die if she doesn’t kill her beloved husband, King Ditrian, with her own two hands. But when the clock miraculously resets to mere days before their wedding, she gets a second chance to save not only Ditrian, but his entire kingdom. This time, will the world recognize the real Leticia before it’s too late, or is history doomed to repeat itself?