I’m Not Sorry But The Prince Will Marry Me Anyway

My fate sealed itself the instant I transmigrated into this secondary character—a woman destined to marry the prince.

The engagement brings no joy. This prince is nothing but trouble: a shameless flirt who pursues the heroine despite his binding commitment, only to suffer complete defeat at the hands of the original male lead. By the epilogue, his entire existence amounts to a hollow apology and reluctant acceptance of his neglected fiancée. He barely merits a mention in the narrative.

Yet his appeal is undeniable. With those handsome features and his position as third prince—freed from the burden of ruling—he represents acceptable husband material. I suppose I can manage.

Let him parade his foolishness before everyone. He'll marry me anyway, and that's a guarantee.

I'll simply sit back and enjoy the spectacle of his shameful history unfolding.

"Doris Redfield. Don't expect an invitation to dance at this ball. Maybe not the next one, either. Or the one after that."

"Yes, Your Highness. Whatever you wish."

"Even though we're engaged... hold on, what did I just say?"

"It was merely a jest between our families, wasn't it? You needn't take it seriously, Your Highness. Truly, I'm perfectly content with this arrangement."

"...Is that so? Yes, that's... well, that would be acceptable, wouldn't it?"

Why does your voice betray such panic, prince?

You introduced this ridiculous notion yourself. Where's your integrity?

Yet here he is, asking something utterly outrageous.

"...Do you, perhaps, harbor affection for someone else?"

The man who shamelessly courted the original heroine now voices such jealous suspicions?

Remain calm. He'll regret these words eventually. My role is simple: stay the devoted fiancée until that reckoning comes.

"What are you suggesting? A woman like me—plain, forgettable, with a disposition as bleak as winter—which man would even notice?"

"What? Who spoke such falsehoods about you?"

...You did, in the original timeline.

This prince grows increasingly peculiar.

And he's far from my only problem.

"My dear little sister Doris, that dress you've chosen today is absolutely terrible. It's no wonder the rumors claim His Highness has completely abandoned you."

"What can I do? His Highness is simply too magnificent for someone of my station."

"...Wait. Too magnificent? Who declared such a thing? Were you truly discarded?"

Natalie—the villainess who happens to be my older sister—suddenly takes keen interest in my romantic affairs.

When did all these antagonistic characters start competing for my attention?!