Chapter 1

“Arwen, there are plenty of other men in the world. Why insist on this one?” My father’s earnest words entered my ears.

I snapped out of my daze and stared at my father in bewilderment.

He looked exactly the same as I remembered him, only that his hair had not turned gray. He did not have wrinkles at the corner of his eyes yet either.

Was I dreaming?

I looked around cautiously, and all the furnishings looked familiar.

I felt disoriented. I remembered that when I was just a child, my father had comforted me after my mother’s death by saying, “Once a person dies, they will see the people they miss dearly.”

Upon remembering those words, I opened my eyes wide, and they welled up with tears.

As I endured the pain in my body, I grabbed the hem of my father’s tunic and started weeping silently. As tears rolled down my face, I said, “Father.”

The moment my father saw this, his heart broke for me, and he quickly grabbed my shoulders. “Arwen, you’re a princess. How could you cry for a man?”

I was about to apologize for my ignorance and rebelliousness. However, I sensed the warmth from his palms, and my eyes flew wide open.

Only then did I notice that I was in my father’s study, not in the fiery depths of hell.

My hands were fair and tender, and I had a small bulge in my stomach.

At this point, I could not hear a single thing from my father anymore.

Some of the tales I had read during my leisure time had spoken of returning to the past. So, I held my father’s hand tightly as I continued crying.

I had returned to the past.

Joy overwhelmed me so completely that I could not say a word.

My father sighed. “Very well. For your sake, I will forgive that scoundrel. But that woman has to be dealt with. I do not want you to suffer.

“Right now, Afton is still pleading for my mercy at the palace gates. Arwen—”

Before my father finished speaking, I snapped out of my musings and ran toward the palace gate.

My heart hammered against my chest so hard that it almost leapt out. When my father saw how quickly I ran, he sighed again and swallowed his words.

I did not have time to think about it.

Everything in the previous timeline was like a dream. My despair and pain still lingered in me.

Soon, I arrived at the palace gate, and Afton was there.

He stood tall and straight, just like he did when he dragged me out of the fire.

Once again, I lost control over my tears.

In the previous timeline, I had not dared to cry. I neither wanted to nor could.

This time, I could finally expel all the resentment and aggrievance within me.

Willow Lane, my servant, watched me, and there was surprise in her eyes. As she held my hand, she said, “Your Highness, most men cheat. You are a princess. You must be a good role model and remember that envy is one of the seven deadly sins.”

I stared at Willow and the worry on her face. However, I knew that beneath all her advice was a wicked heart.

So, I sneered and interrupted her. “I am the princess, and he is merely a subject. How dare he be unfaithful toward me?”