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I'm not Grace Finley.
I can't remember my actual name anymore. 
I'm afraid I might forget what my family looks like, I miss them.
I need to go back to my life. I want to go back to my life.

Forget my overnight Cinderella status, I'm a wife?! Who married me without my knowledge?!
My husband, The Grand Prince, happens to be the richest, most feared and most admired man in all of Valoria. His harsh words don't match his kind gestures. And he has got quite a handsome face. Also, did I mention that he is popular despite being the husband of someone? I won't surprised if he happens to have a secret cult of followers/admirers. Anyway, He is a kind man, that's all you have to know.

As of now, my only way back seems to be the god of this world. So I first asked him politely, I truly was polite, I'm not lying! But with no reply to my polite inquires, I proceeded to commit blasphemy on my first public outing, and threatened to commit genocide but to no avail. At least tell me the reason for bringing me here, You damn god! I spoke in a 'very flowery' language that was not meant for children and always cursed him to my heart's content but I wasn't struck by lightning. I seriously don't want this privilege okay?

Finally, The story of the body I possessed... I don't know. The only onslaught I felt was the severe head and body aches after opening my eyes in this body. I didn't mind until I learned that I woke up from an incident that was an attempt to take my life but covered up as an accident. If only I could find the perpetrator, I would like to encourage them to make another attempt and cooperate as long as it is painless.

No memories, People after my life, a family to look after and a kingdom to rule, I have never been this responsible in my entire life! Is this a punishment for living the privileged life of the youngest child in the family? I'm only nineteen for god sake! Let me live!

Benevolent King and His Tyrant Queen

Maia stood in front of the mirror and ran her fingers over the red kiss marks and faint bite marks that peppered her neck, shoulder, collar bones and they even went further down but stopped just above her breasts as if stopping right at the limit. She knew who made those, she didn't hate it. She didn't know what to say to him even if she confronted him about these. So she put on her dress that covered her neck and shoulders.

As soon as she slipped her dress over covering them, the man who was guilty for those marks walked into his bedroom without a knock. He was getting bolder but Maia didn't hate it, that was the problem here. If she felt even a bit of discomfort she would have buried him six feet under by now or die trying.

Her heart skipped a beat. Why does he seem a lot better than he did yesterday? Does kissing and biting help?

CH. 35 Many Faces