Transmigration: Married To The Illegitimate Prince
What if you are transmigrated in a novel, right at the wedding altar, where you need to choose between two men: the Crown Prince and the Illegitimate Prince. The same happened with Dahlia, who after reading her favourite novel, got transmigrated. However, she chooses the Illegitimate Prince to marry to change his destiny. **** Sullivan Blackwood is the illegitimate prince of the Ryuxan Kingdom. His terrible fate was decided and locked when the King brought him to the palace. He grew up loveless and was constantly bullied by other princes and their friends. The Queen would torture him if he ever desired the same things as them. Sullivan gulped every drop of humiliation he faced as he decided to destroy the family where he could never find love and become the next King. When the Duke's daughter, Dahlia Ermacora, suddenly proposed to him, he was puzzled at first. However, he readily accepted her proposal and married Dahlia. "You made a mistake, Dahlia. You will die in the end because I have my selfish motives," Sullivan whispered in her ear after taking the final vow. ***** "Should I listen to see if your heart beats for me?" Sullivan asked in his dangerously low voice. "Huh?" Dahlia froze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson red. "N-no," she stammered, shaking her head. "Why not? You listened to mine without hesitation," Sullivan saidm "I won't do it again," Dahlia replied quickly. "That's unfair, Lia. You can touch me whenever you want, but I can't do the same? Seems a bit one-sided, don't you think?" he whispered now his lips moved dangerously close to hers. And then, Sullivan lowered his head, he tilted it and rested his side face over her chest, which started pounding like a drum. Sullivan's pupils enlarged, his fingers moving up slightly up to open her closed ones. Dahlia's brain froze, her body involuntarily reacted and her fingers opened slowly. Sullivan intertwined their fingers as he kept hearing the loud beats of her heart. SHE WAS INDEED IN LOVE WITH HIM. ~~~~ Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy **Cover is mine**
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"Why did you return so late?" Dahlia asked, her voice soft but with a touch of concern. She brought the lantern closer to the table, its warm light casting a soft glow over their faces as she set it down. "Brother Galen told me you've been training relentlessly, putting extra strain on your left hand and arm."
He let out a weary sigh, his gaze drifting to his hands. "I have to," he replied quietly. "I need to strengthen my left arm for battle. That day we were attacked... my arm was injured so badly that I couldn't use it. If it weren't for you, I would not have even sur–"
Before he could finish, Dahlia reached forward, placing her hand gently over his mouth, silencing him with a look of tenderness that spoke more than words ever could.
"Don't say that," Dahlia murmured, gently lowering her hand from his mouth. "You're being too hard on yourself. Overworking like this can wear you down."