Seer Corvyn once foretold that House Ashveil would produce a daughter who could see the future. I hid the birthmark I was born with on my forehead, yet my younger sister painted a vivid mark on her forehead every single day.

Then, a royal decree came, naming her the Crown Prince, Prince Caelen’s fiancée, and I married Prince Aldric, just like I had wanted. For the next five years, I used my ability to foresee the future to help Aldric rise to power.

On the night he ascended the throne, I finally wiped away the layers of makeup and told him my secret. However, instead of relief, he flew into a rage. He carved the flesh from my forehead and had me executed.

“Leanora, how dare you imitate Rosalind’s birthmark? If you hadn’t chosen me first, she would never have been forced to marry Caelen! She should have been my true queen! For five years, every moment I touched you has disgusted me. You shall die in her place.”

When I opened my eyes again, Aldric burst in, cutting off Seer Corvyn mid-sentence.

“How can a mark prove that Rosalind is the chosen one?”

“I’m willing to use the blank royal decree Father once granted me to marry the Lord Chancellor’s illegitimate daughter, Rosalind Ashveil.”

Everyone in the great hall exchanged looks. Seer Corvyn tried to speak again, but I stopped him with a glance.

That blank royal decree had been granted years ago as a gift from the King in honour of Aldric’s mother, who had sacrificed her life to save him. No one had expected Aldric to use it now. In the previous life, even with my help, it was that very decree that had given him the legitimate grounds to claim the throne, and now he had spent it on Rosalind.

The Queen, however, seemed almost relieved that he had used it early. It was better that he used it now than let it fester into future trouble.

“Lady Leanora, what say you?” the Queen asked.

“His Highness does my sister great honour,” I replied, lowering into a curtsey. “It is a distinction for the House Ashveil.”

Aldric looked at me, his gaze complicated. However, his resolve never wavered.

“Your Majesty,” he said, “I seek Rosalind’s hand not out of ambition for my brother’s succession, but because she and I are of one heart. She is only an illegitimate daughter of the House. She carries no claim to the prophecy. I ask only for Your Majesty’s blessing.”

The Queen fell silent for a long moment before speaking again. “And yet all of Royal City knows that it is Lady Leanora who has been at your side since childhood. For you to now say–”

Aldric cut her off quickly. “I always saw her as a younger sister. I am sorry the court misread my intentions.”

I sneered inwardly. A younger sister? How convenient.

The Crown Prince Caelen had the aura of a born king. Without the luck I once lent Alric, he had nothing to fight with. If he truly wished to wager everything on Rosalind, that illegitimate sister of mine, I would gladly grant his wish.

However, the moment I stepped out of the hall, one of Aldric’s attendants stopped me.

“My lady, His Highness requests a moment.”

I was brought to a corner tower. Cup after cup of tea was placed before me. I had no choice but to drink them, yet Aldric himself did not appear. By the time my bladder felt ready to burst, he finally entered, cold-faced.

“When Rosalind begged you for help once before, this was how you treated her. How does it feel now?”

In my previous life, military intelligence had been at stake, so I had no choice but to stop her. He had won a great victory because of it, yet he still resented me for it.

“I know you’ve been reborn too, Leanora,” he said suddenly. “Although you are vicious and jealous, we were husband and wife once. I won’t destroy you completely. If you can’t let go of your feelings for me, you may come to court as a mistress after Rosaline and me are wed.”

I set the teacup down on the table with a firm click.

“The best outcome for both of us, Your Highness, is that you go your own way and I’ll go mine. If anyone should be seeking revenge, it is I who should be seeking it of you, not the reverse. Since you are engaged to be wed, the greatest service we can do each other is to maintain a proper distance. I will petition to retire to the Convent of St. Mary for a year of prayer. That should avoid any suspicion.”

Instead of being pleased with my tact, Aldric’s expression darkened further. As I walked past him toward the exit, he grabbed my arm.

“Your death was my doing. I will not pretend otherwise. But had you not painted that birthmark on your forehead to imitate Rosaline, I would not have lost my temper. Stay in your place this time, and there will always be a position for you in my household. We had shared happiness once. So long as you do not reach for the consort’s crown, a favored place as my mistress–”

I took a deep breath and cut him off. “You and I go our separate ways. I will not be someone’s mistress.”

The moment I returned to House Ashveil, a royal messenger arrived with a decree.

Father, looking pleased with himself, pushed me forward.

“Well? Hurry up and receive the royal decree.”

Before I could explain anything, the royal messenger spoke, “Lord Chancellor, I beg your pardon. This decree is addressed to the second daughter of your household—the illegitimate one.”

The royal decree had drawn attention from the moment it left the palace gates, and with Aldric deliberately stirring the rumors, House Ashveil quickly became the talk of the Royal City overnight. For years, it had been the legitimate eldest daughter, Lady Leanora, who was seen accompanying Prince Aldric, yet the girl given the royal betrothal was the illegitimate-born daughter, Rosalind.

Just like that, I became the laughingstock of the city.

“Do you suppose Lady Leanora was throwing herself at His Highness all along?”

“The Lord Chancellor always seemed so principled. How did he raise a daughter like this? With the legitimate young lady’s courtesan behavior, no wonder Prince Aldric never favored her.”

Early the next morning, Aldric sent ten carriages of lavish gifts to our residence. It only further confirmed how much he favored Rosalind.

Father looked at me with concern as I practiced my painting. He said, “Nora, I don’t know what happened between you and His Highness, but the rumors aren’t in your favor right now. Would you like to leave the Royal City for a while? Get some air, perhaps?”

I set my brush down.

“I did consider hiding away at the Convent of St. Mary before, but this situation isn’t something I can hide from.”

Father sighed. “What a mistake… I should never have brought Rosalind back in the first place–”

Before he could finish speaking, Rosalind strode in.

“You sent me away to live with distant relations in the borderlands when I was a child. Now that Prince Aldric favors me, you want to take that away from me and give him to her?”

Father looked at her, speechless.

Rosalind's voice rose with conviction. “You’ll see one day. Even if I’m not as noble as Leanora, I’m the daughter you should be most proud of!”

After that, she stormed out in anger. Worried something might happen, Father sent a servant after her, only to hear that she had gone straight into Prince Aldric’s residence.

I gently reassured him. “There’s something far more important right now, Father. A major earthquake will strike the eastern region. You should start preparing now.”

Father’s body stiffened.

“I’ll head to the palace immediately.”

I stopped him.

“Prince Aldric will move first. You can rest assured. You only need to prepare for the aftermath.”

He looked doubtful, but in the end, he chose to trust me.

If Aldric still wanted the throne, he would never miss such a perfect opportunity to win the people’s hearts. What I hadn’t expected, however, was that he would hand the credit over to Rosalind.

Soon enough, rumors spread everywhere, claiming that Rosalind could foresee the future and that she was the Chosen One. Seer Corvyn’s old prophecy resurfaced as well. With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention.

Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads.

“Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.”

“Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?”

One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

“Leonora, it’s my turn to be Queen now. So what if you’re the true Chosen One? As long as I remember everything, I can be the Chosen One too. Honestly, you have such a great talent, but since you insist on hiding it, I’ll gladly take it for you.”

I looked at her with mild amusement. “You think I became Queen because Aldric was King? Have you ever considered that you might have it backward?”

She raised her hand to strike me, saying, “That mouth and that face of yours are both so irritating.”

I caught her wrist and flung it aside. However, at that moment, Aldric stepped inside and saw everything. He immediately pulled Rosalind into his arms protectively.

“Leanora! I’m warning you. Lay a hand on Rosalind again, and I’ll make sure you have no standing in my house!”

I watched as Aldric gently comforted Rosalind before he turned and snarled at me. “Leanora, you’re meant to be a noble lady of the Royal City, but all I see is a jealous woman consumed by envy.”

Yet, just last month, on the lakeside promenade, he had whispered tenderly by my side, “Nora, you’re amazing at this style of painting. You’re so breathtaking. Sometimes I wish I could hide you away so only I can see you.”

Perhaps noticing my reddened eyes and fearing that the tension might frighten Rosalind, Aldric immediately sent her away.

“In our previous life, it was your inability to accept Rose that drove us apart. Why are you making the same mistake again?”

I forced back my tears as I looked at him.

“Why should I accept her? You know perfectly well who she is. Her very existence is an insult to House Ashveil. The only reason she was raised in our household was that Father couldn’t bring himself to abandon her.”

Back then, Rosalind’s father had been nothing more than a homeless man who forced himself on my mother, and that was how Rosalind was born. My mother never recovered and eventually died from it. However, Father believed that, no matter what, she was my mother’s child. That was why he couldn’t bring himself to cast her out, nor could he bear to kill her.

Suddenly, Aldric flew into a rage. He grabbed my throat and snarled in a low voice. “She was just a baby. She bears no guilt. And if you ever breathe a word of this, I have ten thousand ways to make sure you never speak again.”

My breathing grew laborious before he finally released his grip.

“Guards. Escort Lady Leanora to the Convent of St. Mary. She wishes to spend a month in prayer for her sister’s happiness. See her there.”

The citizens along the road were not fools. They immediately began whispering and speculating about what had happened.

Confined within the convent, I had no way of knowing what rumors were spreading beyond the walls, including that Rosalind had been spreading the story that I had attacked her out of jealousy, only to be caught in the act by Prince Aldric. Meanwhile, the people praised her endlessly for foreseeing the earthquake and saving countless lives.

On the day I was released and walked out of the convent gates, a crowd had gathered outside. Rotten eggs and wilted vegetable leaves rained down on me from every direction, leaving me humiliated and disheveled.

Suddenly, someone stepped in front of me, shielding me from the crowd.

“Stand down, all of you! Lady Leanora withdrew to St. Maren to pray on behalf of my future princess. These rumors are complete nonsense!”

Through the sticky egg whites dripping down my face, I looked at the tall figure standing before me. My nose stung.

In my previous life, when I had followed him across the battlefield, he had also stood in front of me like this. In the end, everything changed, yet the way he helped me onto the carriage and escorted me back to the residence made it feel as if nothing had changed at all.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I want to be clear. I only defended you today because it was inappropriate of me to have you sent to the convent that day.”

I lowered my head and sniffed quietly. “I understand.”

Father hurried back from outside the city as soon as he heard the news.

“I was only away dealing with the disaster relief, and somehow…”

He pulled me into his arms, his face full of distress. Then, he turned to look at Aldric standing behind us.

“House Ashveil is too small to accommodate Your Highness and your future princess. Once Your Highness marries next month, I hope you will no longer trouble my daughter or me.”

Aldric opened his mouth as if to speak. After a long moment, he said, “After the wedding, I intend to call on the Lord Chancellor to discuss the possibility of taking Nora as my mistress.”

Father huffed with anger. He grabbed the doorman’s broom and was ready to start hitting someone. However, the man who arrived behind Aldric stopped him.

“Aldric, this is beneath you. The Lord Chancellor has served the crown and the people his entire life. Breaking your engagement to marry another woman is disgraceful in itself, but now you want his only daughter as a mistress? That is an outright insult.”

Caelen was, after all, the Crown Prince. He immediately ordered his men to escort Prince Aldric back to his residence before accompanying us back to House Ashveil.

While I was in my room tidying myself up, I removed the vegetable leaves stuck to my hair. The birthmark on my forehead was now completely exposed.

When I returned to the main hall, I heard Caelen speaking.

“If the Chancellor does not mind, I would like to ask for Lady Leanora’s hand as my Crown Princess. The Royal City itself will be my dowry.”

As Father hesitated, I pushed the door open and walked in.

“I accept, Your Highness.”

In my previous life, it was precisely because I chose Aldric and bent fate that all those later disasters came to pass. If Aldric and Rosalind believed that by starting over and carrying memories of another life, they could counterfeit destiny, they were ridiculously wrong.

I gave Caelen a curtsey.

“Your Highness must have your own reasons for choosing me. I ask for nothing else, only that you keep my father and me safe. In return, whenever Prince Aldric moves against you, I will aid you to oppose him.”