She had remarried him for his noble aura and splendid appearance, but his disdain for her ignorance was evident.

‘Her weight gain must have played a part too.’

The count glanced at her plumped figure and quickly turned away.

“Even a desert kingdom is ruled by a king. The 5th Prince of Dobrakan is an unattainable match for a minor noble like us, suitable only for royalty.”

Lady Emerun seemed intrigued by the mention of royalty but soon frowned.

“But he’s a barbarian!”

“Despite that, many minor nobles would desire such a match. But that Aris is considered raises questions.”

Their displeasure at the implication of Aris’s worth was visible on Lady Emerun and Aris’s faces.

Hubert alone nodded seriously.

“The problem is the 5th Prince. As you know, he’s a contender for emperor alongside the 1st Prince, Lordracki Kun. But that also means…”

“It’s dangerous.”

“Yes. Lordracki has the majority of the warrior factions and most desert tycoons under his influence.”

“He’s essentially prepared to be emperor.”

“Exactly. In contrast, the 5th Prince lacks influence beyond his military might. Lordracki despises him.”

Aris turned pale as the conversation progressed.

“Becoming the 5th Prince’s wife is akin to marking one’s death. If we could support the 5th Prince to become emperor, it’d be advantageous, but it’s not so simple.”

Hubert shook his head, troubled.

“One wrong move, and our family could be engulfed in a desert storm. Count Demestiya has passed us a thorny issue. Moreover…”

Lady Emerun, alarmed, asked, “What more?”

“There are rumors he prefers men.”

Silence followed.

Aris turned ashen. Lady Emerun, initially swayed by the potential match, was aghast.

“Barbarians, possibly in danger of life, and even… homosexual!?”

Aris, burying her face in her hands, wept bitterly, her ethereal figure reminiscent of a water nymph.

Hubert and the count sighed, unable to face her, while Lady Emerun, sighing, embraced her.

“Don’t cry. I won’t let that happen. Do you think I brought you here to marry you off to a dying barbarian? Surely the king won’t let this happen, not to you, revered as the Water Priestess!”

But her words brought no comfort to Aris. Could her powers rival the king’s only daughter? Other priestesses existed; she could be expendable in avoiding war.

Even Princess Laratu was a priestess, incomparable in many ways.

Lady Emerun’s handkerchief was soon soaked with Aris’s tears.

Amidst the household’s sorrow, I felt like an audience watching a tragic play, knowing how this premiere ends.

‘How did this turn out again?’

I tried to recall.

‘Back then, I simply wished Aris would become a princess.’

Whether a barbarian’s bride or a noble’s, I only prayed for her quick marriage to distance her from Hubert.

‘But it never came to be.’
Hubert vehemently opposed it. Aris’s status as a priestess must have influenced this outcome.

What’s clear is Aris neither became the barbarian’s bride nor a faux princess.

‘I recall a distant relative of the royal family became the princess, maybe a duke’s daughter? A woman essentially a princess in all but name, by birth and status.’

In the end, the royal and imperial marriage never materialized.

The newly ascended princess chose a tragic path, forcing the royal family to hastily seek another lady to please the prince.

‘That’s where the beautiful yet unsupported Aris comes in.’

But to be precise, Aris wasn’t without support. Hubert and the Lorenst family were there, along with her sacred status as a priestess.

She managed to avoid becoming the fake princess or the 5th Prince’s nocturnal companion.

The women chosen to entertain the imperial prince continually changed, increasingly becoming powerless and compliant.

‘The last was me.’

Sighing at the thought, I clenched my fists.

‘Right. A weed doesn’t die when trampled.’

Though I ended up dying.

I racked my brain.

‘Surely they’ll try to use me again, but how can I avoid it?’

“Egrain!”

Lady Emerun’s sharp voice snapped me back. She was glaring at me with her arms crossed.

“Such a grave matter, and you seem bored? Or is it because it doesn’t concern you?”

Knowing Aris wouldn’t become a princess, I must have looked disinterested.

Unable to admit that, I feigned concern.

“Of course not. I was thinking of ways to help the lady. A young and beautiful lady like her should marry a promising man, not be forced into an unwanted marriage with a foreigner. If there’s a way to stop it, we must. Oh, what to do…”

Touching my sleeves, I tapped under my eyes, feeling sick at the insincere words.

‘At least now they won’t pick a fight.’

Lady Emerun’s expression softened, her eyes sparkling with what seemed like a bright idea.

A bad feeling washed over me.

“Wait, can anyone become an honorary princess if they have some merit?”

“Just need to fit the profile. Everyone knows why an honorary princess is needed.”

Hubert nonchalantly replied.

Lady Emerun’s eyes shone even brighter.

“So, a woman of low status can do?”

“What do you mean?”

Clap!

Lady Emerun turned to me excitedly.

“Our smart and diligent Egrain is perfect!”

I almost screamed, barely containing myself.

‘This madwoman!’

In my previous life, they never involved me like this. The only change was my slight defiance towards Hubert and Aris.

I rolled my eyes, speechless.

The count, unexpectedly, defended me.

“Don’t do that.”

‘Why is this elitist on my side?’

“How can Egrain be a princess? She’s a servant, from the streets!”

…And that’s the reason?

Lady Emerun looked convinced by his words.

‘Should I be grateful?’

Astounded, I watched as they argued, centered around me.
“Though she’s from the streets, if it’s just for show, then being a Lorenst Countess’s daughter should suffice, right?”

Lady Emerun’s indignant gaze was not on me, but on Hubert.

Even Hubert looked bewildered by her preposterous suggestion. I hung on to a last bit of hope.

‘Come on, say something sensible.’

“Her point isn’t wrong.”

My lips twisted.

Always expect from the right person.

“Decades ago, during a severe drought, the high priestess Isola, who brought rain and saved the kingdom, was just a butcher’s girl.”

“…”

“She was later honored as a princess due to her immense popularity. It was more a gesture of goodwill from the royal family.”

Lady Emerun gleefully added, “Then Egrain could certainly do it.”

The Count scoffed in disbelief.

“Absurd.”

He couldn’t fathom a street-born like me becoming a princess.

In this situation, his utter disregard for me was ironically helpful.

“What do you think, Egrain?”

The question caught me off guard. Unsure why she asked me, I remained silent.

What was there to say to such absurdity?

‘Obviously, it’s ludicrous!’

As I was about to speak, Lady Emerun swiftly interjected.

“No need to ask. It’s an opportunity to be a royal princess, even if honorary. We must act before others do.”

Hubert frowned.

“I’ve warned that this could entangle our entire family.”

“But it could also benefit us if handled well.”

Despite Hubert’s unease, Lady Emerun remained adamant. She genuinely believed this was the best course.

Protecting Aris while potentially gaining advantage.

‘By throwing me to the imperial prince.’

Typical of Lady Emerun to push irrational ideas. No one usually agrees with her…

But strangely, this time, the Lorensts, who usually showed irritation at her nonsense, remained silent.

As if they were seriously considering her proposal.

Male lead is a clingy little husband

One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.

Introduction:

One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.

One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.

As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.

From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.

But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.

Mini scene 1:

One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.

Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”

Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”

Mini scene 2:

After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.

Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.

Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”

Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”

Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.

[Reading Guide]

1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.

2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.

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