"Do I have to get married?"
Ella, a Witch Princess, was fighting a war against the humans. To end it, she is married to someone from the Edelin Empire. Her husband is a slaughterer, the Black Reaper. He is a knight known throughout the continent, Du...
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"That's correct." Emily nodded. "His Majesty is a fair man. Since we insisted on a Witch Princess, we thought to send someone of equal rank."
Of course. While the title of duchess was good, it wasn't much compared to the title of princess. I had no expectations in the first place, but my husband ended up being a beloved hero of the empire.
"When all the nobles cast their vote, the majority picked Prince Albert; however, the result was overturned last minute."
"Why?"
"His Highness is... problematic." Emily sighed. "He hates witches and is known to be extremely violent."
To summarize the explanation that came after, the crown prince, not the emperor, was the leader of the anti-witch faction in the Edelin Empire. He and his father were at odds all the time, so when he heard he was chosen to be the husband of a witch, he grabbed a sword and went on a rampage.
"One person was stabbed in the shoulder. A soldier had his face ruined permanently," Emily said.
"Oh, my."
"In any case, His Majesty decided your life would be in danger if you married His Highness."
I was relieved to hear that. "The royal capital almost became my tomb."
I didn't know how much of a madman the crown prince was, but he was the leader of the anti-witch faction. If I married him, I would've been killed on the first day. As soon as I imagined myself laying on a bed like a corpse, I shuddered.
"That was why His Majesty's nephew, my lord, was chosen. His Majesty has a lot of faith in him."
"I'm aware." The emperor's affection for Duke Havel was so strong that there were rumors he cared more about the duke than his own son. "Prince Albert—"
"Hmm, did you want to be a princess instead?"
I frowned, hearing that familiar, awful voice.
"My lord! Why are you back so soon?"
"I just returned."
Lukas was finally here. Sighing, I looked at him. As he approached, he took off his gloves; there was the fresh scent of grass on him.
"Is it because my lord missed his new wife?"
Hold on, why was I mentioned?
"I always miss her. Alas, she does her best to hide from me."
"My lady, how could you!" Her glare demanded that I hurry up and greet the handsome duke with a lovely smile.
How dare he manipulate her like that. I narrowed my eyes at the man known as my husband.
He whispered, "Please, don't forget Lady Duncan is on my side."
"Unless she finds out you strangled me on our first night."
