Come to Fiora, the Island of Midsummer

Those who wish to find true love, come to Fiora!
Not even the great Duke Luca Tesoro can escape this love-marriage craze that has swept the kingdom….

“Have you also come to Fiora to find love, Your Grace?”
“If not, will you curse me for being unromantic?”
“No. I am not trying to criticize you, Your Grace. In truth, I myself have no illusions about love marriages either.”

Luca, who came to Fiora at a friend’s insistence, took a liking to a commoner named Cornelia whom he happened to meet, but.

“Let us pretend… it never happened, Your Grace.”
“What did you just say?”
“Last night. It was an accident for both of us, so let us pretend it never happened.”

Cornelia, who does not wish to marry a noble, puts up a firm wall.
And faced with emotions running wild against his will, Luca ultimately makes a choice he never would have made under normal circumstances.

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“I cannot say with certainty that I like you. But right now, I am clearly drawn. To you.”
“…And so?”
“I am asking. Whether you want to run away, or whether you are drawn to me in spite of it all.”

His voice was low. Enough to send a chill through her entire body.

“I promise to let you go when summer ends.”

He took another step closer. And then, as though urging her, he gently took hold of her wrist.
A wave of heat rushed over her. In that moment, Cornelia could not take her eyes off him, like she had been captivated.

“It is fine, isn’t it? At most, a little playing with fire.”