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Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 717    |    Released on: Today at 11:04

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t trembling in her hands. "To marry the heir

ed to hang he

the northern lands he ruled. He could be summoned to the batt

n, yet he had three adopted sons. Marrying him mea

d, a trace of genuine warmth softening her g

anity. Inside were the few precious belongings left by

ed and forgotten, she had voraciously read books o

ining chip and weapon

list of ingredients. "Take this to the estate's apothecary," she instr

er expression a mix of confusi

e expressed the humble concern of a bride-to-be for her fiancé as he prepared to fulfill

warm, fragrant vial alongside the sealed letter. "Ha

ed in dark, imposing oak. The air within the Marqu

plight, reflecting his handsome yet granite-hard features. His eyes were a deep, sto

ly and placed a box from the Curtis ma

rriage; it was an arrangement forced upon him by his gra

rd," Finn reported softly

brows. He set the sword aside and opened

contrasting sharply with the smell of old

e handwriting was graceful,

e weave of etiquette and concern. He had expected something else-perhaps

fell upon the

ook a sniff, his eye

rk and de

iption for the old war wound he so carefully

rded secret. How cou

ing to gauge his mood. "Shal

fore setting the vial back on the desk.

. For the first time, this arranged marriage felt like more than just a na

: "Blackwood, you need a mistress to manage t

la would be the righ

ived. She was escorted into the vast, lu

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Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis
Reborn: Marrying The Cold Disabled Marquis
“I was the illegitimate daughter of the Curtis family, a political pawn given to the King to secure my father's favor. But the royal court was a viper's nest, and the paranoid King's rage eventually turned on me. When the King decided I was no longer useful, I was thrown into a cold, damp palace cell. My own family stood by and watched with cold eyes as I was forced to swallow a bitter poison from a golden goblet. As the poison burned my throat like shattered glass, I saw my half-sister Seraphina smiling triumphantly. She had married the crippled heir of the Blackwood family and lived a long, quiet, and safe life. A life I would have killed for. Until my last breath, the tidal wave of betrayal suffocated me. Why did my father sacrifice me so ruthlessly? Why was I blinded by the royal sapphire, choosing glory over survival? Opening my eyes again, the familiar scent of lemon soap hit me. I was back in my girlhood bedroom, on the exact morning the two marriage proposals arrived. Seraphina barged in, snatching the royal betrothal gift to steal my glory. "The glory of the royal court is something an illegitimate daughter like you could never deserve." I lowered my head to hide my cold smile, letting her take the crown that was actually a death warrant. This time, I picked up the other letter and chose the crippled Marquis of Blackwood.”