All of the capital laughed at me, an orphan with no father or brothers, calling me a useless hanger-on. Even my fiancé humiliated me in public.
Fine.
I tore up our marriage contract in front of everyone, then revived my long-forgotten talent for making incense. My skill at blending fragrances dazzled the world.
My scumbag ex regretted everything and knelt before me, eyes red, begging me to take him back.
But before he could finish, someone kicked him flying.
The Crown Prince, rumored to be aloof, abstinent, and indifferent to women, pulled me protectively into his arms, his eyes full of murderous fury. “How dare you lay a hand on my Crown Princess?”
The whole capital went wild.
Only I knew that the old scars hidden beneath his robes were the ones I had left when I was eight.
Good looking, super good looking