I became a simpleton while saving my childhood friend.
He promised to repay me by finding me a good husband.
“Tonight, a man will collapse at your doorstep,” he told me. “That is the husband I have chosen for you.”
I followed his instructions to the letter.
Half a year later, my childhood friend returned from the borderlands.
I excitedly introduced my husband to him:
“This is the husband you picked for me back then. He’s a wonderful man, and he even said he wants to make me his Crown Princess.”
He froze in his tracks, his face turning deathly pale.
“It was supposed to be a beggar… How could it be the… Crown Prince?!”