The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within the Cubresia Palace. Duke Claude's words cut deep, his rejection of Lady Celeste's gift a harsh reminder of their strained relationship. "I don't think we're that close to exchange gifts," he said, his voice cold and unforgiving. "I don't wish to get married to a woman like you."

Lady Celeste's eyes welled up with tears as she replied, "If you want to stop this marriage, you should speak with the emperor. I just wanted you to accept me slowly, but you're being cruel to me." The sound of thunder boomed outside, echoing the pain in her heart.

Duke Claude's face twisted in rage as he turned away from her. "Don't cling to false hope, Celeste. You're nothing but a fiancée on paper to me. Please leave this room immediately."

As Lady Celeste walked towards the door, tears streaming down her face, Duke Claude's expression turned paranoid. "Wait, don't leave!" he cried out, clutching his head. A strange magic circle appeared, filling the room with red light.

The next thing Lady Celeste knew, she was kneeling beside Duke Claude, who lay on the ground, surrounded by the magic circle. Panic set in as she tried to help him. But before she could react, everything changed.

Duke Claude sat up, looking puzzled and small. "Why is my clothes so big?" he asked, gazing at Lord Elesten and Lady Celeste with confusion. Lady Celeste's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the young Duke, now a child.

"What's happening?" she whispered, her mind reeling. Lord Elesten rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. "Stay here, Young Lord Ethan," he said, gently placing Lady Celeste on her bed. "I'll take care of her."

As Lord Elesten turned to leave, Young Lord Ethan held up the oversized clothes, a smile spreading across his face. "Oh, is this my clothes when I grow up?"