Reborn, I Married into an Orc Tribe

When the apocalypse came, Cecilia struggled to survive, but died not long after. Then she transmigrated into the body of a noble young lady in another world. The original owner was spoiled and willful, with nothing going for her but her looks. She used her status to bully others and torment her romantic rival, until she was eventually punished and sent to marry an orc. Orcs looked nothing like humans, and the Orc King she was to marry was so old he could have been her grandfather. He was also debauched and brutal, with a particular fondness for torturing people. The original owner would likely have been better off dead than living through what awaited her. Ever since she was chosen as the bride, the original owner had been trying to escape. When she finally realized she couldn't, she took matters into her own hands and died on the way to the wedding. Cecilia transmigrated at that very moment, taking the original owner's place. And so she became the bride sent to marry the orcs =-= Damn it, she hadn't enjoyed a single day of the good life, and now hardship was about to begin. Fortunately, her golden finger had come with her, so at least she had some means of protecting herself. After weighing the pros and cons, Cecilia decided to lie low for now and see whether she wanted to escape once she reached the orc lands. She'd heard the orcs were poor, but surely they wouldn't let their future queen go hungry, would they? She had no great ambitions anyway. As long as she could lie flat in comfort, it didn't matter where she lived. What she hadn't expected was that before she even arrived, the Orc King she had been promised to suddenly died. Her betrothed was now the new king. P.S. This time, I want to write a sweet romance. Theme: Wherever you are, make the most of life.