— I want your wife to kneel down and become a living throne for me! — declared my husband’s mistress.
So the rumors were true. She managed what I couldn’t in twenty years of marriage. She’s expecting a child.
My prince husband looked at me as if I were worthless dirt beneath his feet.
— Get. On. Your. Knees. — his voice turned cold and commanding, like an order. — Disobey, and I’ll accuse you of treason. You’ve long deserved to be thrown out of the palace anyway. For failing to meet expectations.
I pressed my palms against the icy stone floor, forcing myself not to cry. And his pregnant mistress settled herself on me! Nothing… I’ll endure it. Even if I have to become a chair for the one who took my place. And then I’ll stage my own death to start everything over. And I will start—with the rumor that the dead princess was pregnant! I want to see the prince’s face at that moment. Let him live with the thought that he destroyed his own child. But that’s only the first part of my plan!
For now, I’ll open a pancake shop, come up with new awesome recipes and… fall in love with the general!