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Prince Edward Lancaster's birthday party was packed with guests. In front of everyone, he pointed at his precious cousin Grace Sutton and ordered me, his wife, to apologize and beg for her forgiveness. All because Grace twisted her ankle, and I just happened to be standing nearby. Edward said, "Charlotte, Grace is delicate. Beg for her forgiveness, and we'll call it even." Behind me, my maid Rose was trembling with anger, but I just smiled. I had been married to Edward for three years, helping him navigate politics and win over the army. My father, Mark Sinclair, commanded three hundred thousand soldiers guarding the Elden Kingdom's borders. My brother, William Sinclair, ran the High Court and had a reputation for cracking even the toughest cases. And now, Edward wanted me to beg his precious little love in public. I straightened up slowly, looked him right in the eye, and said firmly, "Edward, I want a divorce." He was stunned. The whole hall went dead silent. Edward thought I was bluffing and that I was just trying to get under his skin. It wasn't until I brought it up with King Alexander that Edward finally started to panic. By then, it was already too late. Not long after, he showed up outside my place, his eyes red and swollen. He begged, "Lottie. Queen Charlotte. Please, just come and see me one more time."