Everyone in the capital laughed at her for being an unwanted bride in a substitute marriage, but they didn’t know that on their wedding night, the cold-faced God of War personally styled her hair and painted her brows.
“If you don’t want to show your face, Princess, I’ll go with you and live in seclusion at another residence.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Does Your Highness not think my status as a concubine’s daughter is beneath him?”
He lowered his head and kissed her fingertips. “If I had a choice, I’d rather you remain a concubine’s daughter forever.”
“Why?”
“That way, no one could compete with me for you...”
