On my wedding day, the Capital was stunned. The most beautiful woman married a stableman. The Young Marquis stopped my carriage, sneering, "Is it beneath you to be my concubine?" I retorted, "I'd rather be a beggar's wife than a chancellor's concubine." He declared he'd wait for me to crawl back in regret. But he waited. My Husband became powerful in court, and the Young Marquis was left with regret.
