The King that I chose

I was reincarnated into a typical romance fantasy novel.
As expected, the apparent cold duke wanted me.
Then the blonde, narcissist crown prince.
Then the genius magician.
Then every other obsessive noble male lead who apparently had nothing better to do than stare at me all day.
Honestly, at this point, it was getting predictable and quite boring... until I met him.
A peasant.
Not an educated commoner, not a rich commoner, not an "actually lost son of the emperor". An actual peasant.
Arthur had no title, no wealth, and no interest in noble games. Yet he was the first man who treated me like a person instead of a possession.
When nobles targeted his village because of me, he chose exile. The villagers followed him. I also followed him. Together, we fled into the frozen north.
What began as exile would become the foundation of a kingdom and the peasant everyone mocked...
would become a king. With me by his side.