The Northern Duke, blessed with good and bad luck.

For Lennox Carlisle, life was always easy and clear.

Life and death, black and white.

Take what you want, discard what is no longer useful.

Seven years ago, his contract lover, who came to him on the condition of avenging his parents, was no exception.

‘I fell in love at first sight.’

It was a satisfactory deal.

Juliet Monad, intelligent, secretive, and quick-witted.

A convenient relationship that could be easily broken off whenever the childish game of lovers grew tiresome.

He was so sure of it.

“I’m done now. I no longer love Your Highness.”

Until the woman who clung to him like spring, with a face as calm as winter, confessed her farewell and stabbed him with the sharpest dagger before fleeing.