"What the hell did you just say? This woman's name is—" Violet asked, shocked.
"It's Violet," the old woman answered, smiling.
"You are telling me I'm in the body of that prince's wife?" Violet raised her voice.
"Yes… but let me correct you. You're not his wife—not yet," the old woman said.
"What does that supposed to mean?" Violet asked, confused.
"You haven't married Prince Iyan yet… you two will get married today."
"What… you mean today this woman Violet is supposed to marry that prince?"
"Yes."
"Then what the hell was this woman Violet doing here, and why was she buried in a grave? Is she dead or something?" Violet asked, confused.
"She is dead… that's why you are in her body," the old woman said, looking straight into Violet's eyes.
"What? She's dead… who the hell is the person who killed her?" Violet asked in anger.
"It was Prince Iyan Silverhart fault that violet died" the old woman said, looking at the empty grave.
"Prince Iyan Silverhart is—an egoistic, proud man who can go to any extent if someone tries to cross his path," the old woman said.
"Proud man, you say? I've met so many men like him in my world, and I know how to put them in their place," Violet said, flipping her hair.
"You don't have to make an enemy of him. All you need to do is get married to him and tell him that you'll help him find the woman he's searching for—and that you'll give him a divorce once he finds her," the old woman said, holding Violet's hand.
"We'll see about that, but if he gets on my nerves, I might punch him in the face," Violet said, throwing the old woman's hand away.
"You should hurry now. Go to the royal palace. You don't have much time, or you won't be able to get married," the old woman said, pushing Violet.
"Okay, okay, fine. But I know nothing about this place. Where the hell is that royal palace?"
"Don't worry about that. I've already prepared a carriage—it will take you to the palace. But first, we need to do something about how you look," the old woman said, looking at Violet, who was covered in dust.
Then the old woman raised her hand, and in an instant, Violet's whole appearance changed. Her torn dress was replaced by a beautiful wedding gown, her messy hair was neatly tied, and her face was now glowing.
"Perfect. Now you look like a bride," the old woman said proudly.
"Not bad, old woman. I didn't know you could do magic," Violet said, looking at her dress.
"Now you're ready to go, and for God's sake, don't talk like that when you get there," the old woman sighed.
"What the hell is wrong with the way I talk?" Violet said, defending herself.
"Why do you always swear when you talk? Can't you talk like a lady?" the old woman shouted.
"Hey, you old hag—first of all, don't shout at me, and second, that's how I talk. Don't teach me how I'm supposed to talk," Violet said, stepping closer to the old woman.
"Fine, fine. Do whatever you want. I won't stop you," the old woman said, defeated.
"Now hurry up and get inside the carriage," the old woman said, dragging Violet with her.
They stopped in front of a carriage.
"Now get inside," the old woman said, pushing Violet into the carriage and then closing the door.
"Go now," the old woman signaled the coachman.
And the carriage wheels rolled toward the royal palace.
The old woman stayed there, watching the carriage disappear into the distance.
The old woman smiled.
"It's going to be interesting."
---
(Arcanis — Royal Palace)
The carriage finally came to a halt in front of the royal palace.
Royal knights stood guard on both sides of the gate, their armor shining under the moonlight.
One of the knights stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Who's inside the carriage?" he demanded. "Show me the invitation."
The carriage door opened abruptly.
Violet stepped out, her wedding gown brushing against the stone floor as she looked the knight up and down with clear irritation written all over her face.
"It's me," Violet said flatly. "And do I really need an invitation card to attend my own damn wedding?"
The knight froze.
His eyes widened in horror as realization hit him. He immediately dropped to one knee, bowing deeply.
"Your Highness, please forgive me," he said hurriedly. "I didn't know it was you."
Violet crossed her arms and clicked her tongue.
"Now you know," she said coldly. "So get the hell out of my way."
"Yes, Your Highness!" the knight said, scrambling to stand as he quickly moved aside.
Violet didn't spare him another glance as she walked past the palace gates and stepped inside the royal palace, her heels echoing sharply through the grand halls.
---
Inside the palace, it was complete chaos.
Violet stepped inside, frowning at the madness around her. "What is wrong? Why is everyone running around like house in on fire?" Violet asked.
A maid suddenly ran up to her, breathing heavily, panic written all over her face.
"Your Highness! Where have you been? We've been searching for you all over the palace!"
"I went to take a stroll," Violet said simply, as if nothing was wrong.
The maid looked like she was about to cry.
"Your Highness, please hurry! Everyone is waiting for you!"
Violet sighed but followed the maid through the halls.
---
(Wedding Hall)
The wedding hall was filled with nobles dressed in extravagant clothes, their whispers filling the air.
At the altar stood Prince Iyan Silverhart, his expression calm but cold as ice.
He leaned closer to the man beside him and whispered,
"Did you take care of her?"
Ryan replied quietly, "You don't have to worry about her. Everything went according to plan."
"Good," Iyan said, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
The priest glanced nervously toward the entrance before finally speaking.
"Your Majesty, it has already been one hour. How long must we wait for the bride?"
King Kaisan Silverhart frowned.
"Let's wait another ten minutes. If Violet still doesn't arrive, we will cancel the wedding."
"As you wish, Your Majesty," the priest said, bowing.
---
(After ten minutes)
King Kaisan rubbed his temple in frustration.
"It seems we have no other choice."
He stood from his seat and raised his voice.
"Everyone, it appears there is some problem, so I announce that—"
"WAIT!"
Everyone turned toward the massive doors.
Violet stood there, clutching her stomach, gasping for air.
"Oh, my stomach hurts from all that running," she muttered.
"Violet, my child—you finally came!" King Kaisan exclaimed and rushed toward her.
Prince Iyan shot a deadly glare at Ryan and whispered sharply,
"You said you took care of her. Then why the hell is she here?"
"Iyan, I swear I did everything to stop her. I don't know what she's doing here," Ryan whispered back, panicked.
"You're useless," Iyan hissed.
King Kaisan gently held Violet's shoulders.
"My child, are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Violet said between breaths.
"Now that the bride is here, let us begin the wedding ceremony," King Kaisan announced.
He offered his hand.
"Come, my child."
Violet took his hand, and together they walked toward the altar.
King Kaisan stopped in front of Prince Iyan.
Prince Iyan extended his hand toward Violet.
She took it without hesitation, and the two walked side by side toward the priest.
The ceremony began.
Prince Iyan leaned closer and whispered coldly,
"You're really something. Even after telling you a hundred times, you still decided to show your face here. Are you that eager to marry me?"
Violet stayed silent.
The priest raised his voice.
"Prince Iyan Silverhart, in front of the Goddess, do you promise to always be faithful to the woman standing beside you, and through happiness and sickness, stay by her side for the rest of your life?"
"I do," Prince Iyan answered firmly.
"Do you accept Lady Violet as your lawful wife?"
Prince Iyan clenched his jaw.
"I do."
The priest turned to Violet.
"Lady Violet, in front of the Goddess, do you promise to always be faithful to the person standing beside you and to stay together through happiness and sickness?"
"I do," Violet replied.
"Do you accept His Highness Prince Iyan Silverhart as your lawful husband?"
"Yes, I do."
"You may now exchange the wedding rings."
A servant stepped forward, holding two rings on a velvet cushion.
Iyan took one ring and slid it onto Violet's finger. Violet took the other and slid it onto Iyan's finger.
"Now," the priest said solemnly, "you may seal your vows with a kiss."
Prince Iyan moved closer and slowly lifted her veil. And their heir eyes met.
"Damn," Violet muttered, "you are fucking handsome."
Iyan blinked.
"What did you say?"
"Why do you look so shocked? I simply gave you a compliment," Violet replied.
Iyan froze, clearly unsure how to respond.
Violet sighed in irritation.
"How long are you going to take? Move those damn hands of yours and finish this."
"What?."
With a sharp breath, Violet suddenly grabbed his shirt, pulled him toward her, and kissed him. Iyan's eyes widened in shock. He pulled away instantly.
"You—" Iyan started angrily.
"And with that," the priest announced loudly, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
---