Summary
“Fine, I’ll marry him.
His Majesty wants to arrange a marriage for the dying Ninth Prince.
None of my sisters want to marry him; they’re all crying in fear.
But I just laughed-
Is there anything in this world more carefree than being rich, powerful, and still unmarried?
Yet after I married him, I made dozens of mourning outfits, but the Ninth Prince just wouldn’t die.
Every night, he invites me to share his bed.
He says, ‘My lady, it’s so cold sleeping alone.'”