Swapped at the Altar
My half-sister and I were both married on the same day.
She was supposed to be sent away to a distant kingdom as a peace offering, branded with an ill-fated destiny. I was supposed to marry the Crown Prince and become the future queen.
Yet the night before our weddings, my stepmother orchestrated a switch.
In my previous life, I stormed into the wedding ceremony desperate to expose the truth. My sister immediately threatened to kill herself to prove her innocence.
The Crown Prince caught her just in time, but the shock caused her to lose the baby she claimed to be carrying.
The Crown Prince was furious. He accused me of fraud and attempted murder of the royal heir. He ordered my head shaved and my face mutilated before having me thrown into the peace bride's carriage. I became the laughingstock of the entire capital.
My half-sister took my place as Crown Princess, gave birth to twins, and eventually became the beloved empress. Meanwhile, I died on the road to that foreign land.
When I opened my eyes again, drums and music thundered outside. The wedding procession was already waiting.
A voice rang out, "By royal decree, we have come for the bride!"