The King She Chose — The Manor Explosion

I'll marry that old man pushing seventy. You marry the third prince. You mean it? I'll switch.

On one condition. I take every last piece of my mother's dowry, and every betrothal gift from the royal house belongs to Done. As long as you take your sister's place, I'll add another ten thousand gold coins to your dowry. Then, thank you, Father.

No need to thank me. You're my daughter, too. I love you both exactly the same. Sister, you'd really give up being Princess Consort to marry a dying old man. The Third Prince loves you so much. Are you sure you won't regret this? I once believed he loved me too, but his love is just like yours.

Sickening. On the anniversary of Mother's death. Duke Hull, what do you think? Not bad. The minds to the west are yours. So much for a father's love. What a vile hypocrite.

Mother, I'm coming to join you. Are you insane? You're detonating your own manor! Wait!