I Became a Swamp Goblin to Escape My Rival

My perfectly normal morning of brewing chili-tea was ruined when my family's ancient prophetic tapestry spat out a horrifying image: my lifelong academic rival, Javan Navar, standing over my lifeless body. Panicking? Me? Never. I'm a fiercely loyal but hot-tempered warrior, so I decided the most logical way to avoid this fate was to become utterly repulsive. I slapped together a hideous, lumpy armor made of cursed bog-mud, rotting moss, and fermented fish guts, then started acting like a completely unhinged swamp goblin at the academy. But my brilliant plan backfired spectacularly. When assassins attacked the courtyard, my stench-radiating, impenetrable mud-suit accidentally absorbed a lethal poison dart meant for Javan. Suddenly, my arrogant rival is convinced I am a misunderstood tactical genius who risked everything to protect him. Worse, my scheming grandmother 'rewards' my heroic sacrifice by arranging our betrothal - springing a political trap I never saw coming. As Javan starts looking at my swamp-crusted face with pure, starry-eyed devotion, I'm beginning to suspect the ancient prophecy might have been mistranslated. If he's supposed to be my ruthless murderer, why is he treating me like his precious, pungent queen?