The whole capital envied me for marrying the Third Prince, the man who had saved my life.
I helped him win over my father and brothers and supported his ascension to the throne, only to have my throat slit by my sister, his beloved, on our wedding night.
“You fool! The one who saved you back then was the Crown Prince, who was on the verge of dying!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the year I fell into the water.
Watching my sister rush toward the Third Prince, I turned and wrapped my arms around the Crown Prince, who was coughing up blood in the corner.
“Your Highness, I would be honored to bring you good fortune through marriage.”
He wiped the blood from his lips and chuckled. “I’ve been waiting two lifetimes to hear you say that.”
