The Father and Daughter Were Both Spoiled Brats, and Both Pressured the Royals to Marry Them

My father was a master of eloquence. At the palace banquet, he went before the emperor with tears and snot streaming down his face and played the victim. "Your Majesty, I have a daughter. Her constitution may be unusual, but she's truly beautiful. She may be twenty-nine, but she's truly beautiful. Her temper may be ordinary, but she's truly beautiful. Yet she's still unmarried, and every time I go to court, my colleagues make fun of me." The truth was: my unusual constitution was because I'd already caused three fiancés to die in a row; I wasn't merely eighteen, as two times nine would suggest, but a genuine twenty-nine; and when I said my temper was ordinary, I meant that anyone who could put up with it was anything but ordinary. Well, of all the information in my profile, only the part about being beautiful was