The Prince Let Me Die Now He Begs For My Love Chapter 01
My handwriting is a mess. My sister, Evelyn Greene, has a beautiful copperplate script.
So after I joined an anonymous correspondence program run by the Royal Library, I always had her copy my replies for me.
The library sealed the letters in scent-proof archive envelopes before forwarding them. The correspondents knew each other only by their codenames. No one could see the other person’s real name or photograph.
I never imagined that one detail would lead to her being mistaken for me.
At the Crown Prince’s mate-selection banquet at Royal Castle, Prince Adrian chose Evelyn, all because of a single royal vow written in her hand.
“We’ve been writing to each other for three years. I already love her. I ask for your permission to marry her.”
But Queen Helena objected. Evelyn had never been officially registered as Cedarbrook Pack’s candidate for the alliance marriage.
After a moment’s consideration, she pointed at me.
“They’re sisters. They look alike, and their temperaments are similar. Vivian is the publicly acknowledged daughter in the Pack’s bloodline registry. If you marry her, the alliance between the Crown and Cedarbrook Pack can still stand.”
In my previous life, that was how I married Adrian.
He never believed I was the one who wrote the letters.
Later, he became Alpha King, and I died after years of neglect and crushing pressure.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the mate-selection banquet.
I sank to one knee before Queen Helena.
“Thank you for the honor.”
“But I’m already engaged.”
…
The moment the words left my mouth, the entire ballroom fell silent.
Guests from the various Packs stared at me in disbelief.
Adrian was the first heir to the throne of Asteria. If I married him, I would one day become the royal family’s only recognized Luna Queen.
And Cedarbrook Pack would gain long-term support from the Crown for river transport routes and border security.
A marriage of that magnitude, and I’d rejected it in two sentences.
Queen Helena frowned.
She had taken a liking to me when I was eighteen, the first time I attended the Royal Gala with my mother.
She liked that I was quiet and well-mannered, and she approved of Cedarbrook Pack’s steady position on the Royal Council.
That day, she had specifically told my mother not to arrange my engagement too quickly.
“Adrian is a steady young man as well. I’ve always thought they would be a good match.”
So of course she knew the engagement I mentioned was just an excuse.
She studied me for a long moment before her expression softened.
“Fine. If you don’t want this, I won’t force you.”
She turned to Adrian.
“As for your engagement, the choice is yours.”
Evelyn’s eyes lit up. She stepped forward and curtsied, her voice trembling with excitement.
I let out a quiet breath of relief.
After the banquet, I ran into Adrian in the corridor leading to the underground parking garage.
He stopped me, his voice unusually gentle. “Thank you for making this possible for us.”
He rarely showed emotion, but I could see the smile in his eyes.
He was genuinely pleased with this outcome.
I smiled back at him.
By the time I got into the car, my assistant, Mia, had already prepared a hot drink for me.
She knew I didn’t like Adrian and couldn’t resist teasing me.
“Good thing you reacted so fast. If you’d really become the Crown Prince’s fiancée, what would you have done when Mr. W, the man you’ve been writing to for three years, came to propose?”
Mr. W was my pen pal.
We had agreed to meet at the end of the summer. If we still liked each other, he would formally propose.
I’d been so excited I could barely sleep, spending night after night picking out clothes for our meeting.
But outside the car window, Adrian was standing by the garden exit, talking to Evelyn.
The dark blue handmade wrist guard on his arm was worn from use.
I had mailed that to him with my very first birthday gift three years ago. The Royal Library had processed it, and any scent that might identify its owner was long gone.
Evelyn, blushing, handed him a new one.
Adrian hesitated for a moment, then slipped the old one off and replaced it.
He laughed softly. “You must have been slacking lately. Your stitching still isn’t as neat as it was three years ago.”
The night wind stirred. Bathed in the garden lights, the young couple on the verge of engagement looked like a perfect match.
I looked away and shook my head.
“He’s not coming to propose to me.”