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Matthias von Falkenberg had spent twenty-two years being told no by exactly no one. Then {y/n} de Verlaine stole his seat. One argument became a rivalry. The rivalry became flirting. And when Matthias discovered that Saint-Aurelie’s notoriously cold French heiress turned pink whenever he got too close, irritating her became his favorite pastime. Then her name appeared on the list of women his family wanted him to marry. Suddenly, Matthias had a perfectly respectable excuse to do everything he’d already been thinking about. After all, he was only courting his potential wife.