I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 2
It was an unspoken warning that, from now on, she would be monitored and managed like a jewel to be sold at auction.
‘So in my life’s final moments, I’m to be sold off.’
No words could describe how horrible it was.
Though it was called a betrothal, even she, with little education, knew it was essentially a hostage situation.
And from Roshan’s perspective, she was a worthless sacrifice, one they wouldn’t miss even if she died.
‘A lifetime of imprisonment, only to be locked up again?’
And this time, in a land of so-called barbarians, marrying a man she had never seen, living as his wife?
But the so-called sewer-rat princess had no choice in the matter.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Xiamen, a nation founded by the Kashan Tribe, who were known as the mightiest among the barbarians.
There were many rumors about Xieman, the most famous being that the moment you crossed their border, the smell of blood and iron would make you dizzy.
Corpses were said to be everywhere, skulls rolled like stones. Their national bird, the crow, was considered an omen of misfortune in Roshan – a land where “survival of the fittest” trumps all.
Moreover, the current leader of Xieman was rumored to be merciless, executing those he disliked without hesitation.
Those who met him all described him as a beast with a beast with a vicious temper.
A cruel beast with neither blood nor tears.
Everyone who has seen the King of Xieman said the same thing.
‘I’ve heard the current ruler of Xieman is the young chieftain of the Kashan…’
The ‘Kashan’ were an infamous minority tribe.
They had united the scattered barbarian tribes and minority groups, and was arguably the most dangerous of them all.
Moreover, the current King of Xieman, was said to be the strongest leader in Kashan’s history.
At the mere thought of this, her legs felt heavy and she began breathing heavily as she made her way back to her room. Her heart pounding with the weight of her fate decided by others. Struggling to hold back tears, she forced herself to walk, only to sense someone approaching.
Lifting her head slightly, she saw her half-siblings, a dazzling twin brother and sister, striding toward her.
Like the other servants, Nisha stepped aside, lowered her head and cast her eyes down.
Even though she was royalty, her status was worlds apart from theirs.
Not a single member of the royal family welcomed her presence in the palace.
The reason was simple: Nisha was born bearing all kinds of ill omens.
“Oh my Volaf. Don’t you smell something foul?”
I’m bound to, with a dirty sewer-rat stinking up the castle.”
There was never a day without such encounters. Nisha sighed inwardly from exhaustion.
With snickers and laughter, malicious words sharply fell upon Nisha.
“Ah, there’s the rat. No wonder it stinks around here. So, you’re getting married to a barbarian? Congratulations! Honestly, who else but some uncivilized savage would take you? You’re a perfect match!”
“…”
“My sister’s right. You should be grateful. It’d be best if you never set foot here again. You smell awful.”
At the raw, unfiltered insults, Nisha’s eyes trembled slightly. The twins were undeniably beautiful, their appearance angelic. Without hesitation, they hurled venomous words at Nisha as they headed toward the Emperor’s chambers.
Nisha, used to this treatment, kept a calm face, slowly exhaling to steady her breathing as she continued walking
“Cough, cough-.”
Hearing the sudden coughing and wheezing sound of her unsteady breaths, she quickly crouched near a large tree, burying her face between her knees.
“Cough, cough-.”
Her relentless, choking coughs continued unabated. Only when her pale face had grown even paler, did she manage to hold her bloody, scratchy throat and stand up.
