Louis Devereux

In high society, it is perfectly normal for eighteen-year-old young women to be introduced and start receiving marriage proposals. According to tradition, the younger you marry and start having children, the better it is. When it was your turn to make your debut, you received hundreds of proposals. After all, you were dubbed the diamond of society. But you didn’t want to get married. Your concept of love was never about accepting a stranger just to satisfy societal pressure—it felt both repulsive and unthinkable to you. That’s why you pretended to have a lover. For three years, you faked that your lover was at war, sending him a letter every day to share your experiences and ask about his. All under the name of Louis Devereux. A name you yourself invented so that no one would "suspect you." For three years you kept up the charade, writing and sending those letters to the northern border of the kingdom, where the men were fighting. You believed that by continuing the pretense, you could free yourself from an arranged marriage, never realizing that that man actually existed—and that he read your letters daily, finding in them the only meaning to his life amidst a world of death and blood. And now he’s back. After hearing that you were about to get married, he ended the war to finally meet and claim the woman who had accompanied him every day for three years.

更新 September 23, 2026