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

At the sound of Tristan’s voice, the physician hurried out.

"Your Highness! What brings you here?"

"A glass of lemon water, with a few cooling herbs."

"Understood."

"And one for the lady as well. She already looks like she’s chewing on something bitter, so no sugar is necessary."

"I don’t need it."

Natalie turned on her heel and left the infirmary.

As Tristan waited for his drink, he asked the physician, "Why was that lady here?"

"She said she was feeling unwell. She requested the same thing as Your Highness."

There was no need to ask for further details.

There was no way she could feel comfortable sitting alone with someone like my older brother.

Then again, my brother probably felt the same, but the situation still seemed to favor him.

Ever since returning from Blue Atrium, if Tristan had to name the most shocking news aside from the matter with Doris and Rick, it would undoubtedly be Percival’s sudden engagement announcement.

"I’ll tell the family in advance—things are progressing well with Natalie Redfield. I’ll have concrete news soon."

Percival had never seemed like the marrying type.

He had always shown interest only in women who were beneath him—low-ranking nobles or actresses—those he could easily dominate.

Just last year, there had been a marriage proposal with a lady from a local count’s family. It had seemed like he might finally settle down, but…

"Somehow, without us knowing, my brother must have committed some grave offense, and the engagement fell through after much struggle—at the request of the other family."

People don’t change.

I don’t know if Natalie is really planning to take him on… but if anyone could avoid being steamrolled by my brother, it’d be her.

For the first time in his life, Tristan found himself rooting for Natalie. He downed his lemon water in one gulp.