I Became the Only Cure for My Dying Husband - Chapter 3
Chapter 2.1
Edith regained the memories of her past life a month ago, on her birthday.
That day, she was being bullied by Laura, as per usual, when suddenly, Edith learned the truth about this world.
≪A Flower Blooming Under the Sun≫
She had been reincarnated into a romance fantasy novel, often shortened to “FBUS.”
Devastation washed over Edith.
Was it because she’d been reborn into a novel?
No, that wasn’t the problem.
In her past life, Edith had been obsessed with romance novels, so the fact that she was living inside one didn’t bother her at all.
‘I’m going to die at twenty?’
That was the real problem. Edith Clark was destined to die at the end of her twentieth year.
Consumed by flames that would erupt from within her heart, she would burn alive in the most horrific way imaginable.
Just like a witch being burned at the stake, she would suffer an agonizing death.
The image of that gruesome future flashed vividly in her mind, and Edith bit hard on her lip.
“Why did I have to be the one with this kind of power?”
She opened her small hand, and a flame flickered to life in her palm.
Edith was one of the few elemental mages in the empire—a fire mage who could control fire.
It was an extremely rare ability, but the power was far too dangerous for someone as young as her to wield.
The flames would one day burst from her unstable control and destroy everything—leaving the world in ashes.
By the time she would come to realize what was happening, it would already be too late. She would have become the wicked witch who set the empire ablaze.
And in the end, those flames would consume her, too.
“…Destined to live a life hated by everyone and to die miserably.”
Edith muttered to herself, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.
There was only one way to stop the flames from spiraling out of control.
She needed the divine artifact known as the Ice Flower.
But there was a catch. The flower already belonged to someone.
“Of course. The main characters always get the good stuff.”
Lucion Frost.
The second male lead of this novel and the boy cursed for touching the Ice Flower.
Edith needed Lucion—this cursed, shunned boy—to avoid her fate of dying at the age of twenty.
And…
[Edith, congratulations. Someone finally found a use for you. I heard Baron Horn wants to take you as his third mistress? A perfect match for you, don’t you think?]
She needed him to escape the fate of marrying a baron old enough to be not just her father, but her grandfather.
Edith sat down at her desk, pulling out a piece of stationery and an old quill.
The letter was addressed to Duke Frost.
– I know how to break the young lord’s curse.
If you’re interested, Your Grace, I am willing to help.
But under one condition.
That condition is…
Edith decided she would use every tool at her disposal.
Even if it meant risking everything in a dangerous gamble.
✦ ✦ ✦
It’s okay. I can do this.
Edith reassured herself, clenching her fists tightly as she approached the man waiting for her.
Jet-black hair, piercing eyes, and deep red irises. His entire presence exuded both composure and danger.
This was Khalid Frost, Lucion Frost’s father and the head of the Frost family.
“How do you do, Your Grace? I’m Edith. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Edith introduced herself, and one side of Khalid’s mouth tipped up in a slight smile.
“The pleasure is mine. I’ve been looking forward to meeting the person who proposed a deal involving my son.”
His tone was dry, and Edith swallowed nervously.
“You’re quite bold. No one has ever set conditions or made demands regarding my son.”
Yup. What Edith had proposed was nothing short of outrageous—a marriage to the duke’s son.
In exchange for using her powers to break the young lord’s curse, she wanted to take the Frost name and receive the family’s protection.
‘But what’s most important is getting my hands on the Ice Flower.’
Of course, she couldn’t mention the Ice Flower.
While it was widely known that Lucion was cursed, only a select few knew the exact cause.
‘There’s no need to raise suspicion by acting like I know too much.’
Feeling Khalid’s scrutinizing gaze on her, Edith quietly lowered her eyes.
“How unexpected.”
“Pardon?”
He raised his large hand, and instinctively, Edith squeezed her eyes shut. Her neck stiffened as she braced herself.
Tap.
His rough hand gently patted the top of her head.
“You’re so small.”
“…Excuse me?”
“If I pushed down hard enough, you’d sink right into the ground.”
Edith blinked, taken aback by Khalid’s unexpected comment.
“How old are you?”
“I’m fourteen.”
“Fourteen?”
A deep crease formed between Khalid’s well-defined eyebrows.
‘Is he going to send me back because I’m too young?’
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