My Childhood Friend Regrets Not Wanting Me

“Though Justin Yale is a prince of the Western Region, he was sent to Ubury as a hostage, which pretty much means he is being deposed. Are you truly going to choose him, Zenia?”

I held the slip of parchment aloft with both hands. “It’s God’s will. Please issue the decree, Your Majesty.”

Everyone in the court stood speechless. They were utterly stunned.

I walked out of the Halls of Governance while holding the royal decree. Four young men were waiting outside the door. These were the very candidates for Prince Consort to be selected by the court.

Zachariah Scott, the son of a military family, was not one to mince words. “Your Highness, which of us is this royal decree intended for?”

I instinctively looked toward Henry Lapointe. Not so far away, he was exchanging flirtatious glances with Margot Shea, a maid. His debonair and romantic demeanor far surpassed that of a mere male courtesan.

Yohan Walter, the son of the Grand Tutor, was refined and elegant. While fanning himself, he said, “That goes without saying. It’s obviously for Prince Lapointe. Everyone in the capital knows how deeply Her Highness is in love with him.”

Hearing this, Henry snapped back to reality. Our eyes met, and his smile froze on his face.

“Zenia Seymour, don’t even think for a moment that a royal decree can force me to love you.

“I, Henry Lapointe, have vowed to marry just one woman and remain devoted to her for the rest of my life. If you cannot fulfill that, I’d rather marry any random maidservant or handmaiden and never serve in court again.”

In my previous life, I did just that. I refused the male courtesans sent by high-ranking officials and nobles for Henry’s sake.

Not only did it fail to move Henry, but he also slandered me. He spread rumors that my body was unclean and that no man would be willing to serve me.

His words were an act of treason. Seeing my expression darken, Zachariah hurriedly chimed in.

“Your Highness, would you like to announce the royal decree?”

I looked at Justin, who stood silently in the corner. “It can wait until the day of the coronation.”

With that, I walked out.

Yohan was right. I had indeed liked Henry in the past.

He was the most handsome and dignified man in the capital.

But he had a haughty personality and believed that marrying a princess was akin to marrying into an ordinary woman’s family. He took that as an insult.

Moreover, he already had someone he loved. He was forced to remain mere inches away from that person without the hope of ever being together.

Even if I were a princess, I would never force anyone to do something against their will.

If only he had told me sooner, I would not have chosen him to be bound with resentment.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me.

“Your Highness…”

I turned and saw Henry.

He looked awkward and sheepish.

“What is it?”

“Well…” Henry bowed toward me. “Let’s make a proper agreement. Once I become your prince consort, you may take any male consort you like, and I get to keep a mistress.”