“Are you really going to marry such trash?”
The remark was much more aggressive than Laila had anticipated. She was surprised and glanced around again. They were in the middle of the garden, but since the banquet was still in full swing, there weren’t many people around.
However, there were some people near the entrance of the banquet hall and scattered throughout the spacious garden. Laila lowered her voice.
“I was very grateful for your help last time.”
Even as she said this, Laila wasn’t entirely sure if it was really ‘help’. Lord Millei’s intervention in that situation had seemed like mere coincidence.
But now wasn’t the time to nitpick over such details.
“Since you’re from the Empire, I also wanted to express my appreciation. Aren’t you representing your country in interacting with the princes here?”
“Yes, Princess.”
Lord Millei’s head tilted slightly, as if to indicate the question was obvious.
“I am the fiancée of this country’s 7th Prince. Once married, I’ll be a part of Filmer.”
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“…….”
While speaking, Laila felt a sense of dissonance in her own words.
Reynard’s fiancée. A member of Filmer. These weren’t roles she had chosen willingly. She even feared Reynard.
Perhaps Lord Millei had read her mind, which is why he asked if she was really going to marry.
In fact, the look he gave her was full of questions.
Laila, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth, asked further.
“Isn’t your comment a moment ago also an act of disrespect towards me?”
“…….”
“I would like an apology.”
Laila looked straight at Lord Millei. He, receiving her gaze, looked down at her silently, a head taller.
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Was that look one of pity?
Or mockery of a foolish woman?
The answer soon became clear.
“I did not mean to disrespect you, Princess. Quite the opposite.”
The emotion in his tone was contempt, directed at Reynard.
Lord Millei stepped closer to Laila. She flinched as his large hand gently cupped her cheek.
Yet, despite the warmth of his hand, his piercing blue eyes held a chill colder than their hue.
“I’ve traveled to many countries and met all sorts of people. Of course, some of them were impeccably respectable.”
“What are you trying to say, Lord?”
“I’m arguing that I don’t only see the world in a negative light.”
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“…….”
His point was that Reynard was an utterly despicable person in his eyes. Laila understood his implication but found herself at a loss for words.
“Do you dream of a future destined for unhappiness?”
He then lifted her chin, a familiar gesture. Despite using polite language, Lord Millei’s demeanor was quite domineering.
As if it was natural for him to be in a position of authority.
Was he a high noble? Considering he dealt with princes of other countries, it was possible. Laila hadn’t seen him during her time in the Empire, but it had been quite a while since she left Hankin, and the internal dynamics could have changed.
This thought made it difficult for Laila to firmly rebuff his impolite gesture.
Meanwhile, Lord Millei pressed on with his questioning.
“Why is that?”
Laila gently grasped and pushed Lord Millei’s wrist away, trying to avoid the uncomfortable topic.
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“Lord Millei, it would be better to step back…”
As she turned her gaze elsewhere, she caught sight of a familiar face. It was Reynard, who had stepped out of the banquet hall.
Since when he had been there, Laila didn’t know, but Reynard was standing on one side of the spacious terrace, watching this direction. The woman he had been dancing with clung to his arm, but when Reynard, upon making eye contact with Laila, withdrew his arm as if annoyed, the woman returned inside.
Seeing this, Laila felt a tightness in her chest.
She had been facing away and hadn’t noticed him until now, but Lord Millei must have seen him. Reynard had been directly in front of them, clearly visible to anyone with eyes.
Laila’s elegant brow furrowed. She took a few steps back from Lord Millei, creating distance and asked sharply.
“Lord Millei, were you toying with me?”
“…….”
“I can’t tell who is calling whom trash.”
Laila, having sharply rebuked him, turned around. She was about to hurry away along the path before her, dress in hand, when a firm voice came from behind.
“Run away.”
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It was a moment that should not have been shaken, but Laila involuntarily paused.
Run.
The sudden utterance of the word held her in place.
Laila turned her head.
When their eyes met, he called out her name.
“Laila Wessex, the Princess.”
Without even a hint of politeness in his tone.
However, hearing her name uttered from his thin lips, her eyes wavered.
“Laila… Laila Wessex.”
It naturally brought to mind the voice of a boy from a long time ago, calling her name. He had once said it sounded like the name of a flower.
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So beautiful.
And his smiling face shone like the sun in Laila’s eyes.
Standing in the greenhouse of Hankin’s imperial palace, filled with the scent of flowers and watching the sunlight pour over his head, Laila had felt overwhelmed.
“It’s different from then.”
People, situations, positions, even time itself.
Yet, his figure, bathed in the yellow light seeping from the building, suddenly reminded her of someone.
But…
“If you need help, I’ll lend you a hand.”
He, Adrian Pinter Rains, was not someone to make such a statement to her.
Snapped back to reality, as if waking from a dream, Laila refocused her wavering eyes.
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She avoided his gaze and simply said.
“You’re talking nonsense, Lord.”
“Why is it nonsense?”
Laila’s hand, gripping her dress, tensed further.
“Because I am the Princess of Wessex.”
It was a line she had repeated to herself ever since her marriage to the 7th Prince of Filmer was decided.
In truth, from Laila’s personal perspective, there were plenty of reasons to avoid this marriage.
An unwanted union, a dim future.
And now, another had been added.
A future where she would never receive her husband’s love.
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But she also had reasons why she could not simply walk away.
“I can’t make decisions just for myself. Even if, as you say, it’s a path to a ‘predestined unhappiness,’ if my country wishes to walk this path, then I must too. It’s my duty as a princess.”
Was her speech taken lightly? Lord Millei’s voice was laced with a sneer.
“Marrying into a country on the brink of collapse is for the good of your nation.”
It was a self-directed remark, intentionally spoken loud enough to be heard. Despite its insulting nature, she could not get angry.
Because she thought the same way.
Laila’s eyes sank into the darkness.
“That’s all I can bear in my capacity.”
“…….”
“I know my place.”
Wessex is a small country that seems on the verge of collapse. Among its royal family, Laila, the king’s fifth daughter, who didn’t properly inherit the family’s ancestral abilities, always grew up as a scapegoat.
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Princess Laila Wessex, even in her own eyes, was truly a useless existence.
For someone like her, the only place of utility seemed to be a position like this: the unloved wife of the seventh prince of a peripheral country on the continent.
Having almost nothing she could do, her presence alone ensured that Wessex and Filmer at least outwardly coexisted peacefully.
Perhaps that was an excellent role for someone as insignificant as herself.
Having gathered her thoughts, Laila began to move. It was truly time to return to her place.
From a distance, Reynard was intently watching her with Lord Millei. As if to remind her of the duty of a fiancée who should be by his side.
But then, Lord Millei, who had approached from behind, gently grasped her shoulder, halting her steps.
“Then may I inquire as to what exactly that ‘place’ entails?”
As he said this, Lord Millei’s gaze shifted towards Reynard.
“At least to the extent that that man would beg and cling, I presume.”
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When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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