"If it were me, I wouldn't do something as lenient as just breaking off the engagement," he said.

The wagon rattles along—clatter, clatter. I am the bride being sold off. Well, it was my family who paid the dowry, so "being sold off" isn't quite right. It's just how it feels. I was picked up by a rural baron after being jilted by the crown prince and cast aside. He immediately took me back to his home, and I ended up going to his territory with him as his bride. The journey there proves to be more complicated than expected? I've also added a bonus chapter. There's an alternate perspective story: "Please come to love me as myself. Don't talk about fate or destiny or anything like that," she said.