As a killer, I transformed into a princess of a subjugated country and was forced to marry the shrewdest noblewoman from a neighboring country.
She smiled as brightly as a flower and put a hairpin on my hair: "Your Highness's eyes really look like an old friend of mine."
I was sweating coldly. That was obviously the person I killed with my own hands in my previous life.
On our wedding night, her fingertips touched the old scar on my neck: "Even the location of the scar is exactly the same."
I grabbed her wrist with my backhand: "Who are you?"
But she kissed me and chuckled in my ear: "Shh, don't make a sound, there are ears outside the wall. This time, let's play big..."
