She Was Sent by God

rried off to Duke Arpad right away.

With no congratulations or dowry.

“Give me your hand.” He said bluntly.

“Hand?” Agnes inadvertently extended her right hand.

“No, your left hand with the crest.”

He pulled out a long bandage from his pocket.
Agnes gently gave him her left hand.

“Don’t ever untie this.
Even commoners know that having a crest on the back of your hand is a sign of royalty.”

Laslo covered the crest with fairly skillful movements.
Agnes exchanged subtle glances alternating between him and her crest.
It was not a happy marriage.
At least for Agnes.
She had expected just a shred of kindness from her husband, even knowing that it was foolish to wish for a happy marriage as a member of the royal family.

-You are now my husband, so you can refer to me as Agnes.
She said to him on the first night of their wedding, under the flickering candle lights with utmost courage.

-Princess seems to be a good enough title.

He calmly looked at Agnes’ figure on the bed and left.

She was so mortified and ashamed that she dared not call him up again.

Laslo Arpad was an amazing and wise lord but a heartless husband.

For 3 years they were living together as a married couple without spending a single night with each other.
It was only recently that the elders had put pressure on the issue of obtaining a heir that they forcefully slept with one another.

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“Brother!”

At that moment, an angry man’s voice could be heard from outside.
He thumped and knocked on the door many times.

“Keep my words in mind.”

Laslo handed the pack to Agnes without a word.

Soon after that, he grabbed her hand and led her out of the room.

The door swung open and there stood a man wearing a thick bear skin coat.

“I figured it out.
The motherfucker who opened the gates.”

“Whom?”

“Matron.
Might as well feed him dog food considering how he wags his tail at Sebatian all the time.”

Zoltan’s face was burning with such fiery that it was visible in the dark.

A glimmer reached Laslo’s eyes as he muttered Matron’s name.

“Leave that son of a bitch to me and escape with the princess.”

“Now?”

“Right now.”

Laslo asserted vigorously.
Agnes freed her wrist in an act of defiance against him.

“I will stay!”

Both of them looked at Agnes in unison.
The brothers were similar in height and towered over her like giants.

“Don’t be stubborn.
What help would it be if you stayed behind?”

Agnes could feel the concern behind his words contrary to his usual indifference towards her.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Zoltan shot Agnes a piercing sharp glare.

Agnes immediately shrank under his cold stare.

“Zoltan!”

Laslo strictly reprimanded his brother.

“Don’t be silly and leave the castle at once.
You must leave Sutmar before noon.
End of story.”

“Shit, SHIT!”

Zoltan couldn’t contain his temper and kicked the door.
It made a dull sound.
The door was made of giant trees over 100 years old.

“Why are you trying to fight? Just send me as an envoy to the king.”

Agnes looked at Laslo and said:

“Bowing down to Sebastian saved my life once, but it won’t work twice.”

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They were coming to attack us, under the king’s name, because of a possible rebellion.

Agnes scoffed after hearing such nonsense.

This poor land was barren and had no special products.
Beasts would also attack livestock through the northern line of defense at frequent rates.

It was for this reason that the Arpad dukedom was always poor.

I wouldn’t even dream about something as expensive as treason.

Everyone turned static cold at Agnes’ words.

Zoltan and Laslo were silent.

“… Take her with you.”

Laslo weakly pushed her shoulder.

“Duke Arpad!”

“Let’s go.
Princess.”

Zoltan rudely pulled the hem of Agne’s shirt with brute force.

His grip was so strong that she struggled to keep herself upright.

“Let go.
I am also the owner of this castle.
I won’t run away–ah!”

Zoltan’s face gradually crumpled up as she continued to struggle.
It was full of irritation and annoyance.

“My wife.”

Laslo heaved a sigh.
Agnes immediately stopped flailing around.
But her husband was quiet gain.

Agnes blinked rapidly.
She desperately tried to focus on those overpowering green eyes.

“Just now, what did you say.”

It was the first time.
He addressed her as his wife.

He had always called her princess, as if he despised the royal family’s bloodline.

I knew the Duke didn’t welcome me.

She neither had a strikingly beautiful appearance nor a bountiful dowry.
Their marriage was ordered by the king and judging from that alone, she could tell what the duke thought of her.

“Please be healthy.”

“Why do you have such eyes…”

Agnes was at a loss for words.

She was unable to overcome the shock of it and collapsed to the ground.

Zoltan held her up like a sack of potatoes.
The brothers shared a short goodbye.
Doing anything more than that was unnecessary.

Zoltan wet his lips and left.
Laslo watched their leaving backs for a long time.

And that was the last they saw of the living Laszlo.