The Regent King’s Substitute Bride

On the day I was sent to marry in my sister’s place, my whole family bet that I’d die at the Regent’s hands.

My sister smiled as she lowered the red bridal veil over my face. “Go die in my place, dear sister.”

But on our wedding night, the Regent, rumored to kill without batting an eye, lifted my veil and sighed softly:

“How did you get so thin?”

“You’ve suffered so much all these years.”

I froze.

He didn’t know me. I wasn’t the person he’d been waiting for.