In a Political Marriage, Isn’t It Normal to Treat Your Fiancée Well? - Chapter 9

My fiancés, betrothed to me since childhood, were the twins of the House of Regenburg.

You might wonder why I had two fiancés, but it was partly due to the twins’ mischievous nature.

The twins’ grandmother was royalty—the king’s daughter, albeit a commoner-born one.

Because of this background, the twins frequently held tea parties under the guise of matchmaking meetings. In essence, they were sizing up potential brides.

The results were apparently disastrous.

They would say whatever they wanted to the girls who dressed up and adorned themselves: “With that face, you think you can stand by our side?” “Marry this ugly girl? Look in the mirror and try again.”

If ordinary boys had said such things, it might have been one thing, but the twins were exceptionally handsome young men. The verbal abuse that flew from their angelic, adorable faces was more than girls in their single-digit teens could bear.

They would either burst into tears on the spot or run away.

It was always one or the other.

I felt sorry for the girls whose hearts were shattered into pieces.

Unsurprisingly, no fiancée was decided upon.

In the end, it was settled with me as the fiancée for both of them.

The royal family requested it, saying a provisional engagement would suffice.

Officially, the younger twin was the primary candidate.

It was clear they were thinking, “As long as she marries one of the twins, it’s fine.”

The ducal house seemed to feel it didn’t matter which twin became the head.

Given the complexity of their family, it was probably unavoidable.

Though I was a forced-upon fiancée, their appearances were first-rate.

If I thought of them as decorative pieces, they were acceptable enough.

But their personalities were… well, another story.

Whether it was because the duke repeatedly told them to “treasure your fiancée,” because they were entering their rebellious phase, or for some other reason—

In any case, the way the twins treated me was terrible.

And I, of course, couldn’t just accept it with a “Yes, as you wish.”

I retaliated. Naturally. But unlike the twins, I did so without lowering my own dignity.

They should have understood the meaning of this engagement.

What disappointing minds they had.

Perhaps because they were perpetually rebellious, they remained childish even after years passed.

So, I came to accept that incidents like this were bound to happen.

Really, those twins are nothing but trouble.

A kindred spirit of the twins caused a problem due to their bizarre behavior at a certain party.

The situation was so appalling that even the royal family had to step in. Something I never would have imagined at the time.