Under the Red and White Wedding Candles, Two Drama Queens Prey on Each Other

I am the famous idiot prince in the capital. On my wedding day, I married a sickly man. When I lifted the hijab, he coughed until blood was all over the hijab. I grinned and stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth. No one knew that the moment the sedan curtain fell, the short blade in his sleeve was pressed against my throat: "Pretending to look like one." I licked off the blood drops on the blade and smiled at his suddenly shrinking pupils: "Each other."