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Misunderstanding my sweet husband

Three days prior to her wedding, Olivia finds her betrothed in the company of her step-cousin. Driven by the pain of abandonment since childhood, she comes to a conclusion that she is only used to get the throne. Ruled by this misunderstanding in their marriage, Olivia gives her husband the cold shoulder while living with the scars she gained from her adversaries. However, the Princess starts to feel loved again as Reginald succeeds in melting his way into her heart. But would her rivals let this happiness last? On the outside, he is known as the son of a General. But no one knows the mystery that surrounds him and the entanglement with the Princess. Reginald was actually tasked from beginning to keep Olivia safe. But from what danger? Was fate actually playing a role in bringing these two people with different stories and mysteries together? **** EXCERPT "It means you're not remorseful." Her mind started to work in strange angles as a smirk graced her face. "Olivia..." Reginald spoke in a tired voice. This was not what he wanted from the beginning. He wanted them to solve things and now they were heading back to square one. "Don't mention my name in that manner." She slammed her eyes shut for a second before opening them. This was because she started to feel confused. "Olivia!" Reginald called out again, this time with great force that said he wanted her to focus on what they were talking about. "Please don't —" "Tell me what I did." "You're in love with another woman! I caught you hugging her in that room, Reginald!"

_EmpressOfLight_ · Fantasía
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The woman bit her lips as she didn't dare tear her gaze away from the Crown Prince's intensifying one. Pursing her lips, she slowly dropped her hands to her sides and bowed to him.

"Arya greets the Crown Prince of Napoleon kingdom." She exhaled and raised her head slowly, while she started to recover her confidence bit by bit.

Nathaniel raised a brow while the corner of his lips lifted in a half sneer. "I have never seen your face in the castle. Where do you think you are going?"

He was looking at her with suspicion seen in his eyes. Arya on her part wanted to scoff. He was still speaking to her while pointing his sword at her neck.

The maid found it a little disrespectful because she was a woman. Pissed, her delicate index finger found itself balancing on the Prince's blade.