She mocked a penniless drifter, so I married him—little did they know he was the heir.

I'm Leora Valeris, the most revered Duchess of the Arthurian continent.

Right now, I'm standing at my coronation, basking in the adoration of my people.

Why do you get to have all this supreme crime? I've been the ones Harry Marcus!

All of this we m- My

stepsister, Isolette, the glory Isolette dreams of, is just hell in disguise.

If I had to do it all over again, I'd rather die than take a single step back into that life.

Absorb our blood, and actually turn back time.

I'm actually

back. The husband's selection. The day that decided my fate three years ago.

Leora, go find yourself a wealthy suitor and set a good example for your sister.

In my past life, I stood right here and chose the Count's son, Marcus, walking, step by step, into a gilded tomb.

This time, I won't let history repeat itself.

Your Highness, this commoner's marriage selection is nothing but a farce for ruined families to trade power for cash.

As a Prince of the Realm, how can you pick your future queen from a bunch of country bumpers? Royal power only buys fake obedience.

What I want is true love. Someone who can look past this dirt and sees my soul. We're just passing by anyway. Let's take a look.

Count Montburn's son Marcusus is actually here. The revival of our family depends entirely on today.

You must use your looks and charm to seduce powerful nobles like him.

My lord, I am willing to offer you my absolute loyalty, body and soul.

Seeing the desperate look in Aysol's eyes as she tried to steal my husband from my past, she'd been reborn, just like me.

Since your sister chose the Count's son, you go serve the old Count!

I'm not marrying him. Only the old Count's wealth can bring our family back to the top.

I gave you your beauty and you must make a sacrifice for the family.

Only useless men sell their daughters for family glory. I'll say it again. I'm not marrying him. Father!

Father, since my dear sister thinks she's too good for the old count, why not just marry her off to that penniless trap on the corner?

She's a useless piece of trash anyway, so they're a perfect match. You ungrateful wretch!

If you don't marry the old Count, I'll do exactly what your sister suggested, and toss you to that beggar like a stray dog!

I know this choice is insane, but in this life, I refuse to be chained by power again.

This man might just be my only salvation.

As everyone wishes, I choose to marry you.

Is she crazy? The eldest daughter of a baron passing up nobles to pick a lowly street rat? Leora!

How dare you make such a shameful trim bring this massive disgrace upon our family! And you!

What right does a filthy trap like you have to step foot in such a noble gathering? Get the hell out of here right now!

That's enough, Father! He might be a nobody off the streets, but he's more genuine than any of you elites! To me, he's better than all of you combined!

He's the man I chose, and nobody gets to kick him out! What's your name?