Chapter 1

"His Highness the Prince is in a pleasant mood..."

What a pitiful princess.

Having lost her parents, with no one to support her, and at just five years old,

to be married to His Highness, the Prince of Diana, who is twelve years her senior...

I am tired of the sympathetic voices and pitying glances.

If I am such a pitiful princess,

then the person who has to take such a pitiful princess as a wife

must be very unfortunate too.

Of course, neither of us chose this marriage.

But, I don’t want to be sent away.

If this person, who is known as an eccentric,

tells me that this engagement is a bother,

Leticia will have nowhere to go.

"Oh, you must be tired from the long journey. Please, my flower bride, don’t be so afraid."

The voice of the flower groom, which I heard for the first time, was not as frightening as I had imagined.

It was a gentle voice.

Perhaps because I had not heard many good things about him before coming here,

I had imagined a very cold voice and attitude.

"Well, it is pitiful... to be married to an older man at such a young age..."

The flower groom, who refers to himself as an older man, is, in fact, only seventeen.

He is not an older man.

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