Translator Note: Though the author created this as a single “chapter” story, I’m uploading it in parts as it’s about 23 pages long in English. (Also I don’t want to finish translating and find out someone else has started to post it.) After all the translations are complete I’ll post the complete story on the story main page.
And they brought me to the castle. I was basically kidnapped. Lo and behold, everything was already set up for the wedding. This prince is moving too fast. How much did he want to marry Ella?
“Is that the one Prince Francis is destined to marry?”
“I don’t know…”
“She’s more plain-looking than I expected…”
Um, I can hear you…?
Unable to say anything, I was thrown into the waiting room, prickled by curious stares.
“Damn, the dress is too tight…! I made it in the exact measurements that the prince ordered!”
I nearly vomited as the corset tightened to the point that my insides almost popped out. The wedding dress that the prince had made for Ella was too tight for me. Isn’t it a bit too much of a challenger to make a dress by eye measurement alone, Prince? This is probably very tight, even for petite Ella.
I managed to squeeze my standard-size body into the dress and stand with Prince Francis at the front door of the chapel. It’s probably only been a few hours since the prince became aware of my presence. I glance to the side and see that he looks like he could kill someone just by looking at them. Honestly, I’m scared.
“My name is Adelina.”
“I don’t care what your name is. Anyway, you were spotted by me on the day of that ball. And the glass slipper was perfect for you, okay?”
Okay? I like to ask him, ‘What do you think?’ but he probably has no intention of listening to me. The answer is ‘yes’ or ‘yes.’ If I refuse, death will follow. I know perfectly well that the only answer is ‘Yes, of course.’
“All is ready, prince.”
You were a kitten in front of Ella, and now you’re an obnoxious, rude prince in front of me. What a scam. I’m glad Ella didn’t fall for this guy.
How can I think that like this is someone else’s problem?
“His Highness Prince Francis and his princess are now entering!”
With the booming sound of trumpets, we quietly made our way through the chapel.
Oh, isn’t the Prince’s destined princess quite plain…? I’ve gotten used to being pierced by those stares.
In sickness and in health, or something like that. The vows ended with a depressing feeling, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for the kiss of vows.
The prince brushes away my veil with a rough hand.
His gaze is cold. I can feel the reluctance in his eyes. But I’m also reluctant. Or rather, I think I’m being treated much more unreasonably than you are? While I’m thinking about this, the prince’s face moves closer.
My forehead? Maybe a cheek? What a surprise, he defied my expectations and gave me a firm kiss on the lips!
Ah, goodbye, my first kiss. It was too sudden to have any particular impressions.
Thus, my wedding ended in a very disappointing way.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇.
I wish they had just left me alone, but it was the night of the wedding – or the wedding night.
Prince Francis came to me as I was lounging in my bedroom. I couldn’t possibly ask him to leave, so I decided to make him a cup of tea.
“There’s something I want to tell you… Listen, don’t ever think that you’re going to get my love.”
I don’t want the prince’s love, so it’s okay. I only participated in the prince’s ball to meet a worthy partner from among the participants.
Prince Francis mumbled something as if he was caught off guard when I readily agreed to it. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, so I might as well just say what I wanted to say.
“Prince, this marriage is an accident … it’s like an accident.”
“… That’s right.”
“So the prince is welcome to forget about me. You are free to do as you please, whether you take a mistress or someone on the side.”
“For now, if you can just provide me with the necessities of food, clothing, and shelter, I will promise to be quiet. When the situation has cooled down, you may divorce me if you wish. And…”
I fell to my knees on the ground, bowing deeply before the prince, who was pompously reclining on the sofa.
“My unworthy sister has caused you problems…I apologize for this inconvenience.”
It’s mostly the prince’s fault that he ran too far ahead and couldn’t backtrack, but it’s true that Ella, who eloped with the wizard, lacked decorum.
At any rate, I felt sorry as a sister, and also for the sake of self-preservation (important here), I decided to apologize to the prince.
There was no response from Prince Francis.
Eh, this atmosphere could be dangerous…? Just when I was beginning to think that, a quiet voice came down from above.
“Raise your face.”
I slowly raised my face, and the prince looked kind of… He looked a little awkward.
“I mean, it’s not your fault. Why are you apologizing to me like that.”
“The fact is that my sister is the cause of this fiasco. This is my apology as Ella’s sister.”
Also, it’s a good idea to make an apology. If the Prince ever wants to take my head, I hope he will remember how I got down on my knees today and stop. However, it’s a bit of a gamble.
“… Enough. I’ll do what I want. You do what you want, too.”
With that said, the prince lay down on the big sofa, turning his back on me. I watched him for a while, but he didn’t move from there. This is… Does this mean he’s going to sleep in here tonight?
I should have said, “I’ll sleep on the couch, and the prince can use the bed!” Then again… I am tired, too. I would prefer to fall asleep on a soft bed, not the couch, if possible.
It was time to go to bed, and I checked on the prince.
Okay, no change. I turn off the light… No change. I can assume that this is going to stay that way for the rest of the night. I have to admit, I’m relieved. No matter how high in status and handsome he is, I don’t want to share a bed with someone I don’t particularly like.
“… Good night.”
For some reason, I said that out of my usual habit.
He probably didn’t hear me anyway… But then a soft voice comes back from the darkness.
… Oh, God. I’m tired, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.