Princess, you must marry me. Sieghart Ashart. Suddenly appearing one day, this man effortlessly swayed my life. With a single kind word, an elegant gesture, I inevitably fell in love with him, unaware it was a fabricated affection. Ten times. I surrendered my life to escape misery, reviving each time. “It can’t be my child. Unless it’s the Princess’s with another man.” “Isn’t it time you realized that I don’t love you?” As I continually reversed time, my eleventh life approaches. “Let’s get married.” Back to the past, to when Sieghart proposed. But this time, the man I face again seems strangely different. “Natasha, there’s no way you can escape me.” “…….” “If you wish, I do. I loathe you to death.” Now, he woos me like he once let me go.