In my past life, my body was thrown into a mass grave by Eldwin and Rosalie.
Javien, who had only met me several times, was running an errand for the king outside the city at the time. When he heard the news, he hurried back to retrieve my body and bury it in the Quinn family’s crypt.
That was why I chose to marry him in this life. I thought he liked me. Did I get the wrong idea?
“It was very reckless of me to ask the queen to marry you, Javien. If you are unwilling, I will meet with Her Majesty right away and ask her to take back the edict.”
Javien reached over to take my hand and said anxiously, “I am willing to marry you, Catalina. I… like you.”
Hearing his confession, I was relieved. I had already experienced the pain of marrying a man who did not love me. In this life, I wished to marry one who did.
I picked up a jar of medicinal ointment and looked at him with a bright smile. “Let me put the ointment for you.”
