The Unlucky Bride Is Loved by the Fortunate Desert King - Chapter 1 – The Unlucky Bride
I, Yuzu Amamiya, am unlucky. The dictionary even says “unlucky” means “having bad luck.”
It sounds so blunt — I wish it had a little more meaning, or at least sounded kinder.
The next definition reads “misfortune; tragic luck.” Even the dictionary seems to want to end it quickly, as if it doesn’t want to deal with the topic any longer, and moves on to the next word. Up until today, I don’t know how many times I’ve looked that same dictionary up and sighed.
I am extremely unlucky. If not unlucky, then unhappy. Because I’m being forced to marry a stranger as my sister’s substitute. And as if that weren’t enough, I’m now dying out here in a desert I don’t know.
“Where is this…? Where am I?” The vast desert looked just like the fairy tales and movies. Endless sky and land spread out as far as I could see.
A faintly glowing crescent moon only reminded me that there were no buildings or oases nearby — pure despair.
“No way… I’m going to die out here.” My phone had no signal, of course. I didn’t know where I was.
While I stared blankly at the screen, my phone — which had been acting up lately — ignored the battery that should still have been at thirty percent and suddenly shut off.
“No! That can’t be. I still had battery!” Unlucky. At this rate I can’t just get married; I can’t even meet my unknown fiancé to explain.
“What should I do…” Nothing was going right, and the footprints I’d made were already blown away by the wind, gone.
There were no rocks nearby, so there was nowhere to sleep tonight.
“This is just too unlucky…” I sank to my knees in the sand. The pure white caftan dress they had forced me to wear spread out over the sand and got dirty. (Oh — so sitting or lying down just makes it dirty…) Of course I had no change of clothes. If I looked dirty, my fiancé might cancel the engagement on the spot.
The only thing I had was my phone. No water, no food. It was all so much that I couldn’t even shed a single tear.
“Maybe I shouldn’t get married.”
If there were a contest for who’s the unluckiest, I would win first place for sure — and who knew what bad fate would fall on someone who married me.
But there was nothing I could do anymore. All I could do was stare at the scene before me, stunned.