I Don't Want to Be Loved Chapter 35 The Bride To Be Is

Chapter 35 The Bride To Be Is...

Chapter 35: The Bride To Be Is…

A heavy dreadful silence filled the conference room. After news of their defeat, extre anger roused their unsettled heart, but now, only a somber tune filled the place.

“But won’t this turn into a national wedding? It isn’t like this hasn’t happened in the past. We don’t need to worry too much…”

The prince snorted at the nobleman’s remark. “Your example is completely wrong. Previously, when a national marriage from both sides occurred, it was for the purpose of peace, unity, and harmony, and this ti we’re forced to unilaterally give up our princess as if she’s re pawn? Do I have that right?”

“No… I…”

The nobleman twitched. Sensing the atmosphere taking a downward turn, he shut his mouth.

The noblen next to him began to voice their thoughts one by one.

“It’s an unexpected request, really. I’ve heard that in Arundell there’d been a number of repeated argunts concerning the king’s marriage, but the king himself vehently refused each ti… this ti he suddenly asked for a national marriage.”

“What is the king of Arundell’s purpose… I wonder…”

“Our beloved princess is of royal lineage. Arundell’s king seeks a national marriage. We have no choice but to give up our princess.”

As they voiced their opinions one after another, they’d forgotten the prince’s love and care for his sister. Only then did they notice the prince’s expression turn awry and thus spoke no longer.

The prince gritted his teeth and said, “Is there no other way?”

Arundell’s king awaits in the port of Sheviet, a strategic position where he could push straight into Tars, the capital of Chrichton. It would take two days. Chrichton has no ti to delay. In other words, either agree to his request or wage an all-out war, neither of which looked favorable. Should they go to war, the damage will not end with simply losing their military and warships. No, it’ll sweep the land.

Then… Duke Ivan opened his mouth. “The king’s demand… didn’t he request for a royal marriage?”

“Yes, sir.” A nobleman gave an insipid reply.

“Then… it doesn’t necessarily have to be a princess.”

All eyes were on Duke Ivan.

“What do you an?” the prince asked.

“I an, if you’re of royal blood… you’re either a direct descendant or of royal lineage. Don’t we have other royal won close by to give to Arundell’s king?”

Rihannan.

Everyone’s eyes imdiately fell on Marquis Priebius.

His face was flushed with embarrassnt. “What the hell does that an? This is too much speculation. Isn’t the expression ‘a royal woman’ in itself refers to the princess?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Duke Ivan shook his head. “I am well aware of Arundell’s characteristics. It is a country full of rigorous laws and mandates. They’re committed to using the exact words and expressions in every docunt to avoid future indemnity and damage. If he ant to marry the princess and only the princess, he’d have written on the docunt ‘Send Princess Helena, a royal of direct bloodline, as a bride.’ but he did not.”

A light could suddenly be seen on their hopeless tunnel. There was an escape plan and everyone grew heated with excitent. anwhile, Marquis Priebius’ face was heavily distorted. He would be sending off her niece to… god knows what…

The prince burst out in rry laughter. “I see. In the first place, this matter was of no concern. Even if that foolish king is angered that we sent another woman instead of the princess, we can argue that we’ve kept our promise to send a royal woman. Ha-ha!”