The Bewilderment of the Sacrificial Second Princess ~ Married Into the Enemy Country as a Hostage Princess, but Was Strangely Welcomed With Open Arms~ – Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Sacrificial Bride
“Ugh…”
I sighed as I rode in a jostling carriage. I doubted I’d ever set foot in this country again and, to be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out alive.
But I had to go. Because I was the second princess of the Faithnum Empire.
Last year, our empire went to war with the neighboring Baratonia Kingdom and lost. As part of the peace treaty, it was agreed that one of our princesses would marry into the Baratonia royal family.
I have an elder sister, Bianca, who is the first princess, and a younger sister, Lilia, who is the third princess. I also have two elder brothers, the first prince and the second prince.
Since the Baratonia Kingdom only has two prince heirs, my brothers were naturally excluded from the marriage arrangement. That left the three princesses, and I was the one selected.
I understand why.
My elder sister Bianca, who is two years my senior, is renowned for her stunning beauty, kind nature, and impeccable ladylike education. Though her character may be questionable at times, she would be a suitable match for a high-ranking noble family.
And my younger sister Lilia, who is a year my junior, is adorable and has a delightful personality. She too has received a proper education as a lady. Her character may also be questionable, but she would make a fine match for either a high-ranking noble family or an affiliated country.
Growing up, I never felt beautiful or attractive. I was constantly belittled by those around me, which has led to my lack of confidence and self-esteem. My appearance is far from feminine, with a stiff posture and an expression that resembles an iron mask. My home tutor even gave up on trying to improve my demeanor.
However, I channeled my energy into my studies. I devoured every book I could find in the royal palace and even delved into foreign literature. As a result, I am knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects, including language, history, economics, politics, and art. But, this was not what was expected of a woman, according to my parents, siblings, and even I myself.
You’re not beautiful.
Oneesama is not good at smiling.
I am constantly criticized by my family for my lack of charm and beauty. My sister often teased me for my appearance, which only added to my insecurities.
I could never compete with my sisters’ golden hair and ruby eyes. My own grey eyes and nearly white hair seemed dull in comparison. I don’t think I am ugly, but I am certainly the least attractive among my siblings. To be honest, I don’t fully understand the concept of beauty.
As a child chosen for sacrifice by my parents, I threw myself into my studies as a means of giving up on everything.
My goal was to become a bureaucrat and serve the government, but that dream seemed unattainable.
Now, I find myself being forced into a political marriage with an enemy nation. The Faithnum Empire has several vassal states, and the Baratonia Kingdom, located across the sea, is a large colony with a significant granary.
Although the Baratonia Kingdom was once a vassal state of the Faithnum Empire, their relaxed approach to trade allowed them to gain power and eventually declare independence. As a result, the two nations are no longer master and subordinates but adversaries.
I know that there is no escaping this marriage. I can only endure it for the sake of my people, but the thought of leaving my family behind is overwhelming.
“Sigh…”
We are approaching the border, and I can’t help but let out a sigh, unsure of how many times I’ve already done so as I leave my home behind.
