On Our Wedding Night, the Crown Prince Handed Me a Divorce Decree

On their wedding night, she hands him a contract. “Set me free in three years.”

Coughing blood, he smiles. “All right. But what if, in those three years, we join forces and win this realm?”

When their three-year agreement is up, he stands atop the city wall, a splendid realm stretching behind him. “My lady, are you satisfied with this betrothal gift?”