Ilyin looked at the Biflten family's bridal recruitment letter.
The letters had terms that would have been ridiculed by anyone who read them:
[We are looking for the Duchess of Biflten.
The Duke of Biflten, contrary to rumors, is fine.
However, if the rumors bother you, you don't have to look at it forever.
Plus, the duke isn't even at the mansion that much.]
There were reckless sentences that only seemed to make things worse, because the more they tried to convince people of the Duke's normality, the more they seemed like lies.
Ilyin's gaze swept over the letter.
[If you feel uncomfortable, you can leave immediately.
I will take you wherever you want to go whenever you want.]
These few sentences were written in a rough handwriting, but the tone of the writings was soft and assured.
Ilyin somehow knew that this was Aden of Biflten's handwriting and these few words soothed her heart and that was why she traveled to Biflten, without fear.
The first night had been predicted anyway.
Ilyin would arrive safely at the Biflten mansion and the man might not be the same as the rumors, she should at least give him the benefit of the doubt.
The dream remained in his mind, soft and sweet.
Ilyin of Biflten.
She clearly predicted her first night with the Duke of Biflten, she was going to marry him.
“Fate is inevitable,” she whispered.
Since childhood, Ilyin's predictions were never wrong.
She tried to avoid them, but it always came true and she stopped trying to avoid it.
Ilyin folded the letter and placed it aside on the table and if this was unavoidable, he might as well start immediately.
The dream had only predicted the first night.
Ilyin would make a good living for herself in Biflten after this.
Ilyin stood up, resolving to accept his fate.
“Did you call me?” Said the maid, after a knock on the door.
“This letter, who brought it?” asked Ilin.
Letters from Biflten were only delivered by people from Biflten and even if the Biflten used another postman here, the postman would know how to contact the Biflten family.
She would send her response.
‘I will be your bride.’
***
Ilyin was a little disappointed.
Yesterday, when she received the letter from the Duke of Biflten, she had no intention of marrying him.
Of course, her mind changed after the dream and that's why she hadn't sent the answer immediately, because she was still undecided.
The problem was that the postman had left the mansion immediately after delivering the letter.
“Don’t you know where he lives?” Ilyin asked.
“No, madam,” said the maid.
Ilyin dismissed her, there was no point in questioning or trusting the maid when she had no loyalty towards her.
She would find out another way.
“Father, it’s Ilyin.” Ilyin went to visit his father, Baron Arlen.
“Is something wrong?” asked the Baron.
He was reluctant to look at her, it was the first time in over a decade that the two of them talked like people despite living in the same mansion.
The Baron bothered to put aside his duties to see his daughter and he never bothered, his message was clear, he thought she was terrible and didn't want to associate with her if he could help it.
“Can I use the people in the house?” She asked.
The Baron grimaced, he knew about the nature of his dreams.
At the age of seven, she saw her younger brother Sid die in a dream, which he did.
Baron Arlen went crazy with pain and trauma so he wanted nothing more to do with his daughter.
“Did you dream again?” asked the Baron.
“No,” Ilyin lied.
“I thought it was time to find a husband.” “I see…” said the Baron reluctantly.
After Sid's death, the Baron, mad with grief, had no intention of introducing Ilyin to society.
She had been barred from attending any gatherings with any aristocratic family.
“Are you going to the banquet?” The Baron asked, not at all satisfied.
Ilyin nodded.
“I want to first find an event to attend.” She said.
There was so much more she could say and wanted to, but that meant revealing her dream, which she didn't want to do, that was the reason she always avoided talking to her father.
Baron Arlen was always so suspicious of her and she didn't want to cause him any more pain.