The Cursed Regent's Fearless Substitute Bride

Chapter 4

Word Count: 679 | Released on: 24/06/2026

The servants stared at Luna as if she we

s face a mask of horrified disbelief. "Your Highness," he began, his voice trembling s

ved from a single block of marble, perched on a pedestal next to the gate. It wa

ted its stony flank, as if ju

were so bizarre, so far outside the realm of sanity, th

n present, Luna took a deep breath. She wrap

ning to understand, surged through her limbs. She

d as stone scraped against stone. The gargoyle, which mu

flies. In all his years of service, in all the strange and terrible things

fierce, triumphant light. She hefted the colossal statue in he

she swung the gargoyl

ate shuddered on its iron hinges, and splinter

tatue back, her muscles screami

, symbols of the Hawthorne family's impenetrable power, burst inwar

the cobblestones with a ground-sh

g slightly heavy, and regarded the sce

stark contrast to the splintered wood and shocked fac

iscussing the weather. "The door is open. You may now

less, before scrambling to his feet and running, fas

mien listened to Pemberton's

apart on the battlefield, had a lo

ow, rhythmic tap, tap, tap on the armrest. He pictured it: a slip of a girl

his eyes. Only a dee

murmured to himself. "The King mus

rdinary woman. She was a weapon, modified by some roya

ged his

Silas. "Represent m

y lord, how shall

on Damien's lips. "Take the pr

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The Cursed Regent's Fearless Substitute Bride

Rutledge Shepp History

“I woke up in a strange body, only to find myself being violently laced into a blood-red wedding dress. The Ashford family had finally remembered their abandoned daughter, but only to use me as a disposable substitute. They were forcing me to marry the terrifying Prince Regent in place of their precious darling, Seraphina. The Prince was rumored to be a cursed, crippled monster who had already outlived three dead brides. Everyone knew this wasn't a wedding; it was a brutal death sentence. When I confronted my "father," he coldly told me it was my duty to sacrifice my life so his real daughter could marry the Crown Prince. They thought I was just a weak, useless pawn they could ship off like cattle. They expected me to cry, beg, and accept my tragic fate. But I wasn't that timid girl anymore. I smiled at my so-called father and held out two fingers. "Alright, I'll marry him." I watched their faces pale as my smile widened. "But not for free. Two hundred thousand gold lions." After extorting my own family, I took the carriage to the Prince's castle, where they tried to humiliate me by making me enter through a tiny servant's door. Instead of submitting, I walked over to a thousand-pound marble gargoyle statue by the main entrance. I ripped off my veil, lifted the massive stone beast with my bare hands, and smashed the heavy iron gates to splinters. "Go tell your master his bride has arrived." I let the words sink into the dead silence. "And if he doesn't open this gate, I will tear it down myself."”