Everyone in the capital laughed at me for being a follower who had lost my father and brother. Even my fiancé humiliated me in public.
Good.
I tore up the marriage contract in public, turned around and picked up my skills in perfume making, and amaze the world with my perfume making skills.
The scumbag regretted it and knelt down with red eyes begging me to turn back.
But before he could finish his words, he was kicked away.
The legendary Crown Prince, who was cold, ascetic, and aloof from women, held me tightly in his arms, his eyes full of anger: "Are you worthy of touching this lonely Crown Princess?"
The whole capital went crazy.
Only I know that the old scar he hides under his clothes is from when I was eight years old.
Good looking, super good looking