Winter Castle, A Glimpse of Spring Rain

On the day she was diagnosed as terminally ill, only one name came to mind. Grand Duke Curtis Shearmian. The Master of the North and the Shield of the Empire. And the knight from a fairy tale who had saved her from monsters three years ago. If there was one fault in a man draped in such radiant fame, it was this: That he had dared to save her. To take revenge for that, she headed toward the capital. She had but one goal. To receive a kiss of long-held unrequited love upon her forehead before she died. If she could only receive that, she didn't care if she died immediately. For the remainder of her life, that was the only thing she begged for. And after a fierce courtship, the answer ...