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“As the Crown Prince of Fenwick, I ask you this:
Tell me why I must marry Princess Edith instead of Princess Lucille,
and answer me in front of all the nobles in the royal court.”
“…I’m sorry, but it’s hard to explain.”
When Wilfred glared at her, Edith quickly corrected herself.
“It’s…difficult…Your Highness?”
The woman who couldn’t even speak Fenwick’s language properly yet dared to claim the title of its Crown Princess wasn’t just a stand-in. She wasn’t plain either—truthfully, she was far more beautiful than her sister. But she had a habit of casually speaking informally to the rightful heir of Fenwick, His Highness Crown Prince Wilfred Hartwell.
“Why does Your Highness look like that?“—her words were always this strange.
“Silence is silver.“—she often acted before she spoke.
“I’m not unconscious yet…?“—she constantly did the most absurd things.
Yet Wilfred had never met anyone as lovely as Edith. He had never encountered a woman who filled her small head with plans to fluster him.
Her every word made him laugh. Her every action drove him mad.
“I asked if you wanted a baby, Edith.”
“…Baby manufacturing? Producing one?”
“That’s something you’re supposed to tell me.”
At first, he wouldn’t have cared if his bride were anyone, as long as she wasn’t from Fenwick.
Edith, a substitute bride chosen instead of the salt shipment he had requested from her duchy, was the last person he expected to fall in love with. Yet, he realized it too late.
“I don’t need Fenwick or the crown. I only need you.”
“Fenwick, the crown, myself—all of it belongs to Your Highness.”
Now, only one thing mattered to Wilfred: Edith was not only his one and only wife but also his eternal love—the woman who would stand by his side to rule Fenwick until the very end.
