Reborn as an Assassin Bride, the Tyrant Has Me by the Throat

> I opened my eyes to find myself the cast-off daughter of a marquis's household, being shoved into a bridal sedan to take my elder sister's place and marry the cruel Prince of the North as a sacrificial bride.

> They say he drove three princess consorts to their deaths, and always drinks blood on his wedding night.

> I clenched the poisoned silver hairpin hidden in my sleeve. Good. Let's see who kills whom first.

> The moment the bridal veil was lifted, a cold glint flashed

> But an iron grip clamped around my throat and pinned me to the wedding bed.

> "The f-fourth a-assassin." Blood seeped between his teeth as murderous intent roiled in his violet eyes.

> I felt the festering wound on his back and laughed softly. "Your Highness, the poison has already taken deep root."

> "If you don't want to bleed from every orifice and die..."

> My fingertips traced his burning chest. "Will you take this deal?"