
Regret Me Not, Dragon PrinceI’m from the Celtic family. The women in our bloodline possess a rare fertility trait, which means we’ve been politically married off to the Dragon Royals for generations.
On my twentieth birthday, the Dragon King laid out portraits of his two sons in front of me and told me to pick a husband. Whoever I chose would inherit the crown and the entire treasury.
I didn't hesitate. I picked Cael—the eldest son, infamous for his brutal, primal madness.
Everyone’s jaws dropped. After all, the whole kingdom thought I was hopelessly obsessed with the younger son, Aaron.
But only I knew the truth. In my past life, I actually got my wish and married Aaron, handing him the throne on a silver platter. But right after the wedding, he went behind my back with our family maid, Rose. When the King found out, he flew into a rage and exiled Rose to the Dark Lands.
Aaron blamed me for everything and hated my guts. He looked down on my human status, parading a non-stop line of Rose-lookalikes in front of my face just to rub it in. Worse, when I got pregnant, he systematically swapped my prenatal tonics for a slow-acting poison. It killed me and my unborn child.
Having a second chance at life, I decided to let him and Rose have each other. But what I didn't expect was that Aaron had reincarnated too.