The Beggar King’S Bride

During a bridal ball toss, two sisters cast their destinies into the air. The elder’s ball lands with a nobleman; the younger’s, in the hands of a beggar. One rises to glory. The other dies in regret—until time turns back. Given a second chance, the younger sister rewrites the moment. But what if the beggar holds a secret, and fate has its own design?

The Beggar King’S Bride

During a bridal ball toss, two sisters cast their destinies into the air. The elder’s ball lands with a nobleman; the younger’s, in the hands of a beggar. One rises to glory. The other dies in regret—until time turns back. Given a second chance, the younger sister rewrites the moment. But what if the beggar holds a secret, and fate has its own design?

My fingers tremble around the bouquet as laughter swirls around me—champagne flutes clinking, silk gowns rustling, my sister radiant beside the dais. The music swells. This is it. The moment that will define us.

I toss the flowers high, heart racing. Hers arcs gracefully toward the Duke, landing at his feet. Mine spirals down… and lands in the calloused palm of the beggar near the fountain.

Gasps ripple through the crowd. My face burns. I see it already—the whispers, the exile, the slow fade into obscurity.

But then—my chest seizes. A flash of darkness. I’m lying in an alley, breath shallow, snow falling on my cracked lips. A voice echoes: You die every time.

I jolt back. The ball is still in the air.

This… this has happened before.

And this time, I can change it.

But the beggar looks up—not with hope, but recognition. As if he’s been waiting for me.

Do I let fate unfold… reach for the bouquet midair… or run before it lands?