I Tamed The Stone-Cold General

Synopsis

To secure the loyalty of the legendary undefeated general, my father the king married me off to him. The moment I saw that face—so handsome it seemed divine—I figured fate had handed me a prize. On the first day of marriage, I tried, over breakfast, to learn his tastes. "Your Highness," he said quietly, "we don't talk while we eat, or while we sleep." I clammed up. The next day, I gave him a rabbit-shaped pouch I had embroidered myself. He gave it a polite, distant glance. "If you need money, ask the steward. No need for hints." Heat rushed to my cheeks. Gradually, I gave up hope of ever thawing him. Then my friend suggested I fake a cold so he'd have to take care of me. Instead, he had his bags packed and said, "Illness spreads. I'll stay elsewhere until it passes." I watched my last hope walk out the door behind him. My only thought was to let someone else bargain for that marble heart—I was done trying.