My Childhood Friend Regrets Not Wanting Me
Fluffy Pine
In the year I came of age, my father, the King, intended to confer upon me the title of Princess of the State. My mother suggested that good things come in pairs, and proposed that a prince consort be named on the same day as my coronation.
The court selected four proper young nobles. I would decide my choice by drawing lots.
In my previous timeline, without hesitation, I had chosen Henry Lapointe, the heir to the Duke’s mansion, whom I had long admired, as my prince consort.
But after we were married, I learned that he had a beloved. She was a woman who was said to possess the beauty of a goddess. She slashed her face eighteen times and sold herself into servitude at the Princess’s residence just to stay by his side.
For years after our marriage, his heart would twist in agony every time he saw that woman.
He believed that I had used my power to force her to disfigure herself and become a lowly servant to prevent them from being together.
To seek revenge, he secretly poisoned me with a slow-acting toxin and conspired with his beloved to betray the capital’s defense maps.
This led to the Ubury empire’s territory being seized, and I was forced into prison.
He ordered men to force-feed me the poison day and night, which compelled me to serve dozens of perverted old guards. They literally tortured me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the Prince Consort selection.
Amidst the uproar in the court, I drew the lot for Justin Yale, the hostage prince with the weakest political base.
But on the day the royal decree was issued, Henry broke down.