My Imperial Sister and I were both negotiating marriages with the Beastfolk tribes.
In my previous life, my sister chose the handsome, noble Crown Prince of the Serpent Tribe before I could. I could only marry the crude, ugly prince of the Wolf Tribe.
But later, the handsome Serpent Crown Prince died horribly after being struck by lightning while attempting to take human form, his body too frail to survive the transformation.
My sister became the shared wife of the Serpent princes, with no status to speak of.
Meanwhile, the Wolf prince I chose seized an opportunity to take human form ahead of time. Transformed completely, he became a mighty, muscular Wolf King and the rightful heir to his tribe.
I became the most revered woman among the Beastfolk.
Everyone said the Wolf Emperor cherished me, and how else could I have one child after another?
When I opened my eyes again, my sister and I had returned to the day our marriages were being arranged.
This time, my sister unexpectedly chose the ugly Wolf prince.
She watched me with smug satisfaction, her eyes burning with desire and ambition.
Only then did I realize that my sister had been reborn just like me. This could not have worked out better.
I lowered my head, masking my excitement and trembling with feigned disappointment.
