Two Drama Queens Become Each Other’s Prey Beneath the Red and White Wedding Candles

I was the famous fool of the capital, the heir to a noble house. On my wedding day, I married a sickly man.

When I lifted his veil, he was coughing so hard that his handkerchief was spattered with blood. I grinned foolishly and stuffed candied fruit into his mouth.

No one knew that the moment the sedan curtains fell, he pressed a short blade from his sleeve to my throat.

“Pretty convincing act.”

I licked the bead of blood from the blade and smiled as his pupils suddenly contracted.

“Likewise.”