Duke, Please Let Go of My Ankle!

In a dawn-inspired haze, I accidentally sent a love letter. And of all people, it went to Derek Frith, the Duke who’s first on the war draft list, ranked number one as the man likely to break the bed on the wedding night, and known as the Blood Sea of Kriant… Your Grace! I beg you, please return it unopened! [(Exclusive) Duke Frith: “I will undoubtedly find the letter’s author.”] [(Breaking News) Ducal Palace official: “The culprit is exceptionally cunning… They will pay a bloody price.”] The letter that should have remained sealed was ultimately exposed to the world. But… The man who seemed poised to end Audrey’s life at any moment is behaving rather oddly? He’s donning elaborate attire he’s never worn before, And his words hover between compliments and thinly veiled threats. “Your eyes remind me of the hilt of a treasured sword.” “…Pardon?” “It was a beautiful sword granted by His Majesty before the war. As soon as a fly landed on it, it would have been split in two. It had a beautiful green hilt… but it turned red as it was stained with blood. Human blood never washes off, no matter how much you scrub.” “!” Audrey’s face turned pale. ‘Does he mean he wants to cut off my breath too?’ A romance of mutual misunderstanding between a lifelong single Duke making somewhat strange advances, and Audrey, who got herself entangled due to one mistakenly sent letter. #MaleLeadAggressivelyDancingTheCourtship DanceOfTheOtherWorld #FemaleLeadMistakingFlirtingFormu*derThreat #LearningRomanceFromBooks #MildMisunderstanding #ComedicStory