A man with blood-red hair and ash-gray eyes looked at me and spoke.
"Lady Liliana. Please marry me."
...Marry him, he says.
Well, fine. It's not like I'm not a woman now.
To be completely honest, I wouldn't fall in love with a man even if I dropped dead. Looking at that handsome face spouting such nonsense doesn't flutter my heart at all—it just pisses me off.
And for the rest of my life, until my black hair turns white... wait, I already have white hair now. Whatever! Until the day I die of old age, that's never going to happen!
Even if I've been living my life as a woman.
"I am terribly sorry."
It definitely won't be with you.
Not in a million years.
...This was the day I received a marriage proposal from the very prince destined to overthrow this entire kingdom in a future rebellion.