I'm not Grace Finley.
I can't remember my real name anymore.
I'm afraid I might forget what my family looks like; I miss them so much.
I need to go back to my life. I want to go back to my life.
Forget my overnight Cinderella status, I'm a wife?! Who married me without my knowledge?
My husband, the Grand Prince, happens to be the richest, most feared, and most admired man in all of Valoria. His harsh words don't match his kind gestures. And he has quite a handsome face. Also, did I mention that he is popular despite being married? I wouldn't be surprised if he has a secret cult of followers or admirers. Anyway, he is a kind man; that's all you need to know.
For now, my only way back seems to be through the god of this world. So I first asked him politely—I truly was polite, I'm not lying! But with no reply to my polite inquiries, I proceeded to commit blasphemy on my first public outing and even threatened to commit genocide, but to no avail. At least tell me the reason for bringing me here, you damn god! I spoke in very flowery language that wasn't meant for children and always cursed him to my heart's content, but I wasn't struck by lightning. I seriously don't want this privilege, okay?
Finally, the story of the body I possessed... I don't know. The only thing I felt was severe head and body aches after opening my eyes in this body. I didn't mind until I learned that I woke up from an incident that was an attempt to take my life but was covered up as an accident. If only I could find the perpetrator, I would encourage them to make another attempt and cooperate as long as it is painless.
No memories, people after my life, a family to look after, and a kingdom to rule—I have never been this responsible in my entire life! Is this a punishment for living the privileged life of the youngest child in the family? I'm only nineteen for goodness' sake! Let me live!
