The Transmigrated Girl Says My Husband Is a Kappa

A heads-up: This story has no CP! No CP!

There is no romance at all. It's purely a comedic, snarky story.

Blurb:

I am the daughter of a marquis, and I have been married to a prince for years.

My husband went off to war and hasn't returned in years, leaving me alone to run the household and manage all the affairs of the prince's estate.

My husband brought back a woman from the battlefield. She claims to have transmigrated here.

I scoffed. "How could a mere transmigrator who knows nothing of proper etiquette compete with a noble lady raised by a great family like mine?"

The transmigrator looked utterly confused. "Who said I was competing with you? If you want to treasure a kappa, go ahead. I'm hanging myself so I can start over."

With that, the transmigrator hanged herself and started over.

Before she died, she said that anyone who wanted to could stay in this dynasty, where they didn't even have sanitary pads. She asked me not to be so petty as to think everyone wanted to steal my kappa. Nobody cares about my kappa of a prince.

I was furious. How could my prince be a kappa?

Even if he's promiscuous, even if he's suspicious, even if he beats me, even if he lives off a woman's money, he's still my darling prince! You transmigrators are so ungrateful! You won't even try to steal my husband! And now you're hanging yourselves to start over! Ahhh, what am I supposed to do if nobody competes with me for my husband? Where will I get my sense of superiority?

After no one tried to steal my husband, I was suddenly overcome with emptiness. Then I remembered what the transmigrator had said before she died: that my husband looked like a kappa.

What should I do? The more I look at my husband, the more he looks like a kappa.

Theme: Everyone, I've decided sailing the seas is better after all.