Transmigrated into a Forced Marriage

By the end of Kilmore’s reign, the whole kingdom had fallen into chaos, and the clans from the north came pouring down over the border. What followed was a hundred years of ruin and loss, history would come to call it the Ruin of the North. Ronan, Prince of Dunmara, was born of mixed blood and modest beginnings. At sixteen, he burst onto the scene like nothing anyone had seen before. Ruthless in battle. Unbeaten in every direction he turned. Three years, and the whole of the northern grasslands answered to him alone. Then he came south himself, married a princess of Kilmore, brought southern customs and reform into his own court, and became the kind of man people still tell stories about centuries later. And then, because life is cruel that way, he died at twenty-three. People have spent generations since wondering if he’d only lived longer, could he have saved what was worth saving? Could he have built something that lasted? I used to wonder that too, reading about him. Right up until the day I woke up inside his story, and heard my own name read off a marriage decree. I had nothing to say to that. And somewhere in the back of my mind, one thought sat louder than all the rest:My husband is going to be dead in three years. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Transmigrated into a Forced Marriage — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠