I was supposed to be the fiancée of the white pig prince, but before I knew it, I had become the fiancée of a stern knight.

He was my childhood friend and fiancé, raised as a precious only child and greatly doted upon by his parents. Because he had been physically weak since childhood, he rarely left the house, and with his pale, plump appearance, he was mocked as the "White Pig Young Master." But I couldn't hate him—he was so kind and gentle. Rather than marrying a handsome man with a terrible personality, I preferred to marry him, even if he was called the "White Pig Young Master." That's what I thought, but... When I waited for the arrival of the carriage to greet him after his schooling ended, he was nowhere to be found. "Your fiancé, the 'White Pig Young Master,' no longer exists," the refined knight who appeared instead told me. A short story that's quick to read. *Also posted on other sites.