The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 1

The young king, Kim kai, held the surrender document from the Principality of Sidate in his hand, a satisfied smile curling his lips. The sunlight streaming through the palace’s glass windows made his platinum-blonde hair shine even brighter.

“Excellent.”

Today was the day the long and arduous war had finally come to an end. Standing in the center of the hall, the veteran warrior Jeon Soo-hyun and his knights fixed their gaze on the king.

“This was a feat even my father couldn’t achieve. The territory expanded beyond the Halek Iron Mines.”

As the king lowered the document, he looked up at the knights under the Soo-hyun’s command. Despite their undeniable achievements, their faces were filled with tension rather than pride.

The king chuckled softly, a sound of genuine amusement escaping his lips. After a moment of relishing their tense expressions, he spoke in a melodious voice.

“Deciding what rewards to bestow upon you all has been quite a delightful task.”

The king’s eyes scanned the line of knights one by one, stopping on a young man standing to the right of the Soo-hyun. It wasn’t hard to spot the heir of the Jeon family, given his remarkably robust physique, even among his stalwart kin.

His serene black hair and deep black eyes stood out. His well-proportioned and handsome features, along with his meticulously maintained armor, reflected his upright nature. His posture, straight as a rod, spoke of a life lived without a single blemish.

The king was already aware of the heir’s valor in battle. However, discovering his exceptional appearance was an unexpected delight, one the king couldn’t hide his satisfaction over.

As the king gazed at him intently, a spark of interest flashed in his noble eyes.

“Fine, I shall give you my sister, dearer to me than anything.”

The king’s words, seemingly tinged with regret, sent a cold shockwave through the central palace.

No one had ever seen the king’s
sister, who was shrouded in mystery. Rumors had been growing that she might already be dead, no longer of this world.

The king, knowing well the glory of victory would only further elevate the esteemed Jeon family, had no intention of letting this go unchecked. Jeon Soo-hyun, caught off guard by the king’s strategic move, broke into a cold sweat.

“Soo-hyun, hasn’t your heir reached the age of marriage? The royal family must take responsibility. So, how old is he this year?”

“…Jungkook is now twenty-four.”

Far from having passed the marriageable age, he had just entered it. Yet, the king, disinterested in his age and not even bothering to remember it, gave a perfunctory nod and signaled to the courtier.

“Ah, the age is perfect. Lalisa is twenty.”

No one paid attention to the meaningless words. Minds buzzed, trying to decipher the hidden motives behind the king’s decision.

Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook’s expression remained as serene as ever, devoid of any emotion, despite suddenly finding himself in a situation where he might marry a woman who could either become a royal spy or a weakness to his family.

As if pre-arranged, the doors opened, and a young woman, unmistakably the king’s sister, appeared.

The pale-faced woman was indeed beautiful. With the same platinum-blonde hair as the king, a delicate frame, and clad in a white dress, she seemed almost fragile. Yet, no one paid attention to her beauty.