The way I went from a Little Beggar to the Heir Apparent’s fiancée felt like a dream.
That day, I was crouched on the ground, gnawing on a coarse corn bun while watching two nobles argue.
They were like a pair of fighting roosters. It made for excellent dinner entertainment.
The Girl in Red sneered. “I would rather marry a fool or an idiot than ever marry a useless good-for-nothing like you!”
The Brocade-clad Youth roared back, “I would rather marry a chicken, marry a duck…” Halfway through, he pointed at me.
“I’d rather marry this Little Beggar than ever marry you!”
The Girl in Red looked at my dazed, foolish expression and laughed from sheer anger.
Her voice went taut as she said, “Fine! If you don’t marry her, you’re a cowardly bastard!”