[Wake up, host.]
"Ugh… what?" I groaned into my pillow as Nero's smug voice yanked me out of one of the most beautiful dreams I'd ever had.
I had been eating pancakes.
Warm, fluffy, golden, perfect pancakes.
And now?
Reality.
[We all miss pancakes, host. But unfortunately you have a wedding to attend.]
I rolled onto my back and glared at the canopy. "Why must you remind me? Why must anyone remind me?"
[Because if they don't, you'll sleep through the entire event. Which honestly would be entertaining, but probably bad for diplomacy.]
I groaned again.
Today was my wedding.
My marriage.
My not-my-choice marriage.
The only mildly redeeming part of it was:
The prince was handsome, I would become royalty and handsome.
…Did I mention handsome?
[You wanted to be the villainess, not me, host.]
Yeah, but I didn't want my first marriage to be one I didn't choose. And it feels like I'm… deceiving everyone.
