And so, Laila, once a princess of a fallen country, became a slave to the Crown Prince of the Hankin Empire.
To trace back Laila Wessex’s fate, one must go back a few weeks.
It was evening, at a lavish ballroom inside a small kingdom called Filmer.
Crystals intricately cut in various angles reflected light brilliantly from the chandelier, under which beautiful melodies filled the air. Men and women danced freely on the dance floor.
Each table was adorned with fragrant, beautiful fresh flowers, while servants from the royal household bustled about, adding to the abundance with food.
In the midst of it all, Laila Wessex sat, not enjoying the music or tasting the food, but clutching her hands on her lap, filled with anxiety. Not making eye contact with anyone, she fidgeted with her fingers, continuously whispering a silent mantra to endure the discomfort of the event.
‘Be patient…’
A mantra of endurance.
It was a joyful celebration for everyone but Laila.
At a ball in the kingdom of Filmer, a neighbor to her own country but hardly friendly towards her.
Even though it was the eve of her engagement ceremony scheduled for the next day, the atmosphere was far from welcoming for Laila.
She was there as the fiancée of the seventh prince, a pariah in the line of succession to the throne, feared to be pushed out and killed before her turn ever came.
But her future husband’s status wasn’t the important thing.
Laila herself was a disrespected entity in this place.
Seated at a table set aside in a corner, Laila kept her head down, not even taking in the view of the hall.
The fiancé of Filmer Kingdom’s 7th Prince, Reynard Filmer, had been enjoying the banquet to his heart’s content with other noble ladies of the kingdom, after having a formal first dance with her.
Although it was a marriage of convenience, there seemed to be no particular benefit in marrying an unappealing fiancé, so she put him on the back burner.
Excluding her discomfort, the atmosphere of the banquet was extremely peaceful. Laila clenched her hands once more, muttering to herself, “I just have to endure.”
Not just for now.
Throughout her life, she often encountered situations where enduring on her own would solve many problems. Even when she was reluctantly involved, Laila fulfilled her role adequately in those moments.
Thus, her father eventually established the Kingdom…
Wessex Kingdom.
The moment that name was engraved in the history books, her father acted as if he became the greatest man in the world.
However, the first king of Wessex, who wasn’t as great as he seemed, now sought to establish pillars of glory for the kingdom by sending his daughters as peace offerings to neighboring countries, and indeed, five of her sisters had already become queens in neighboring kingdoms.
The reason Laila’s sisters were so warmly welcomed was because of the ‘Tuning’ ability that ran in their family’s bloodline.
Simply put, it was the power to control the unique abilities of those with powers.
Because of this power, rumored to be a gift from the gods themselves.
However, Laila, the only one in the family who didn’t inherit this ability, had no choice but to be placed in this uncertain future.
Yet, she had no capacity to harbor discontent. Laila Wessex didn’t possess the strength to choose her own future.
What use is a princess, after all? There’s nothing she can do by herself.
Even the Kingdom of Wessex didn’t have the capability to protect her. Rather than having such ability, it was a kingdom on the brink of being torn apart by neighboring countries targeting them.
Only those like frogs in a well within the Kingdom of Wessex, including her father, were unaware of this.
Laila’s blue eyes, slightly moist, suddenly turned towards her fiancé. In that moment, their gazes met fiercely.
Memories of a certain night began to creep into her mind.
“Surely, you wouldn’t want to wear a wedding dress in a bloated state, would you, Princess of Wessex?”
“Reynard…”
A few days ago, Laila had arrived here for today’s banquet.
It was on the first day that she encountered Reynard, and that was their first meeting.
She thought he had an unpleasant first impression. His snake-like eyes looked menacing, and the sharp ends of his pointed lips seemed cunning.
So, whenever she was in front of him, she couldn’t help but be on guard, and as expected, on the second day of her arrival in the Kingdom of Filmer, her fears came true.
Reynard forcibly took Laila to her bedroom before they were even married.
After pushing her onto the bed, Reynard rudely invaded her mouth and lifted her dress.
Laila’s face turned bright red with confusion and insult. Seeing this, Reynard licked his lips and smirked.
“Why are you acting so surprised? Surely you haven’t lived a prim life with that pretty face of yours?”
To think he assumed she casually hopped into any bed.
Shocked by his words, Laila pushed Reynard away and fled the bedroom.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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