Chapter 58
“You don’t need to accept it; it’s filthy money without any culture.”
Floria, who had always boasted a twisted sense of humor, spoke without wit or charm today.
Only pure rage was contained in her words.
Helya, who had been momentarily stunned into silence, chewed her lips thoughtfully before speaking.
“It’s quite ironic that you like this place so much.”
Floria tilted her head slightly, not understanding Helya’s words.
What does she mean? Ironic?
Ah, is she saying she can’t understand why someone who fears violence would be content living with a tyrant?
Helya asked, looking at the confused Floria.
“Do you know the truth?”
“…What truth?”
“Do you know that you weren’t the one originally intended to marry Grand Duke Aidan?
He wanted to marry me, not you.”
That…
She knew.
Aidan, who lived far away, could not have known her.
He merely wanted to establish a marriage alliance between the two countries.
By chance, she had come as his bride, but now this place was her home.
Floria, she was Aidan’s bride.
“Well… didn’t Father decide who among his daughters would marry?”
Her father had chosen to keep Helya close.
At those words, Helya’s lips twisted.
With a pout, a smile appeared on her face.
“Did you not know?”
She continued with a mocking tone.
“Originally, that tyrant wanted to marry not just any princess from Altomole, but me.”
Floria’s face stiffened at Helya’s triumphant words.
“Your sister?”
Aidan hadn’t sought a marriage alliance with Altomole…
“Yes.
He heard rumors of Altomole’s beautiful second princess and proposed to marry me.”
“That can’t be true…”
She had never heard such a story, neither in Altomole nor after coming here.
Flustered, Floria touched her lips.
“That can’t be true.”
“If it weren’t, why would he have tried to marry a princess from Altomole?
He proposed to marry me, but your father sent you instead.
He couldn’t send me to such a cold place.
He couldn’t marry me off to such a beast!
He probably only realized after you arrived here.”
Helya’s sharp voice pierced Floria.
“Your father persuaded him several times before you came.”
“…”
“Don’t you still understand? You’re a substitute.
Until now, he’s probably been living contentedly with you as a substitute, but now that he’s seen me, will he still be?
Perhaps he got angry when I asked to borrow my dowry?”
Floria couldn’t deny it.
Even now, Helya, standing before her, was beautiful despite her harsh words.
Even at this moment, when Floria felt like grabbing her by the hair, she still looked pretty.
Her older sister, Natalie, was beautiful, but not as much as Helya.
She was known as the most beautiful woman on the continent.
Looking at her face glowing in the darkness, Floria whispered.
“It’s a lie…”
She wished it were a lie.
But Helya smirked and looked at the coachman.
“Live well.
With such a man.”
Leaving behind her cold words, the carriage began to move.
The clattering sound of the horse’s hooves echoed loudly.
In this passage, Floria learns that she was not the original intended bride for Grand Duke Aidan; her sister Helya was.
Helya reveals that Aidan had proposed to marry her, but due to her father’s decision, Floria was sent instead.
Helya’s revelation causes Floria to feel like a mere substitute in Aidan’s eyes.
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