If he woke up at this moment, he would see the intense resentment in my eyes.
But now, he was still murmuring Elizabeth's name in his sleep with his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed with alcohol.
What a devoted man he seemed. But it was a pity that he acted it to the wrong woman.
I uttered a cold laugh and slapped Charles on the face, but he seemed not to notice and just turned over and continued to sleep.
The timing of my rebirth was perfect.
This morning, my gambler father had just sold me to the Duke's Manor at the "high price" of 50 silver coins.
The Duchess wanted Charles to marry her niece and had rejected his repeated requests for his marriage to Elizabeth. Furthermore, the Duchess was disappointed at Charles' indulgence in beauty, so she chose me and sent me to Charles' bed.
Soon after, I would be handed over to Charles' subordinates at Elizabeth's request and eventually tortured to death at her instruction.
At this point, Charles had just met Elizabeth and was deeply bewitched by her.
I looked at myself in the bronze mirror.
My looks were the reason for the Duchess' decision to choose me.