I was the capital’s famous sickly beauty.
When I married into the marquis’s household, everyone was betting on how long I would live.
Everyone knew the young lord had a beloved concubine.
He married me because I would die soon and stay out of her way.
In the bridal chamber, he watched without a flicker of concern as his concubine kicked over my medicine bowl.
“She won’t live long anyway.
Don’t waste good things on her.”
What he didn’t know was this: that bowl had never held medicine to keep me alive.
It held the muscle-weakening powder my father had been dosing me with.
Without the medicine, I was perfectly well.
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