I Decided to Let You Go (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Yes, good morning. By the way, you don’t have to call me ‘princess’ anymore…”
Natasha, who had just finished her tea, murmured absentmindedly.
Now that they were officially married, she wanted to be addressed by her name or a pet name instead of formal titles. Besides, “princess” was a title long abandoned anyway—using it now felt undeserved.
“To remind myself you’re precious to me.”
“But still…”
“Don’t worry, Tisha. I won’t forget your other name either.”
He kissed her forehead again, gently reassuring her. Natasha smiled slightly, enjoying the brief, soft contact before he pulled away.
“Alright, Zieghart.”
She called out his name almost instinctively. In response, Zieghart raised his dark eyebrows slightly, acknowledging her.
“By the way, I decided not to move your belongings to another room.”
Zieghart, returning his empty teacup to the table, spoke suddenly.
“Does that mean I should keep staying in this room?”
“I thought it would be more comfortable for you, Princess.”
“But we’re married—sleeping in separate rooms seems…”
“I assumed you’d feel uneasy suddenly sharing a room with someone else, so it was my way of showing consideration. I’m embarrassed that I can’t offer you a room as luxurious as the palace, but I figured you’d feel more at ease with ample space.”
Though it felt awkward for a married couple not to share a room, she couldn’t firmly oppose Zieghart, who kept insisting it was meant as a gesture of care.
“How about we start living together once you’ve grown more accustomed to the mansion, Tisha?”
In the end, Natasha followed his instructions.
[This is the timeline separator]Ever since that day, Zieghart, as if sensing Natasha’s worries, returned to his usual self and spent time with her again.
Then, a month later, he left the mansion for the first time.
He’d been summoned by the imperial court.
Although he’d acted as if he’d return soon, Zieghart came home late—so late that after five days without him, Natasha grew anxious.
‘Surely he’s not rekindling ties with the imperial court again…’
He’d first appeared publicly as a royal guard during the former emperor’s forty-fifth birthday celebration. The striking impression he made then led nobles to believe his rapid rise was backed by the imperial court—so rapid, in fact, that rumors even spread he might be the emperor’s hidden son.
It was baseless speculation. Yet the silence from him only fueled her pointless worries.
Good tidings finally reached Natasha, who had been pacing restlessly in worry.
“Read this, my lady—it’s about His Grace.”
Knowing of her concern, Kayena rushed over during breakfast and handed her a newspaper.
The first thing to catch her eye was a portrait of the man’s handsome face, accompanied by a bold headline:
“THE HOUSE OF ASCHARDT DECLARES INDEPENDENCE!”
The article announced that the House of Aschardt, formerly under the imperial court and obligated to assist it, had formally severed ties. Neither the court’s support for the ducal house nor the house’s aid to the court would be required anymore.
The Aschardt Knights were no longer reserve forces for the Imperial Guard. The ducal house now had the authority to refuse imperial orders outright.
They no longer needed imperial approval to launch ventures or rely on imperial funding. Likewise, they no longer had to surrender 20–30% of their profits to the court.
Essentially, the House of Aschardt finally had autonomy—its own voice and judgment.
A man whose every right had been bound to the throne had at last gained freedom. Many felt this independence had come far too slowly given their swift rise.
‘He really hasn’t changed.’
Zieghart had promised to cut all ties with the imperial court upon their marriage. Worried that he might break his word after seeing how he’d changed post-wedding, Natasha was relieved: through this public declaration, he had boldly affirmed his vow.
‘His Grace still loves me.’
Natasha hugged the newspaper tightly, gently caressing his portrait and smiling softly.
All those prior gestures—formal titles, the cold “princess” address, separate bedrooms—she now realized were simply his excessive consideration for her.
The next day, Natasha went out to greet Zieghart upon his return to the ducal mansion.
“Zieghart!”
She found him in the foyer, just arrived, removing his coat with a servant’s help. Taking the coat herself, Natasha quickly nestled close to his side.
“The morning air was bitterly cold—your journey must have been exhausting. Please skip your study and head straight to your bedroom to rest.”
Yet something about Zieghart felt different from usual after their long separation.
He looked down at her expressionlessly, then dropped his crossed arms. Without even acknowledging her greeting, he walked away.
“…Zieghart?”
She watched his retreating back and the fading trace of his distinctive scent until, drawn as if spellbound, she saw him shrink into a distant dot.
This was the first time he’d ever given her the cold shoulder.
He’d never been neglectful—certainly never this icy. Hadn’t he even clarified it was a misunderstanding on their wedding day?
‘It must be another misunderstanding today…’
Natasha forced herself to stay calm.
After all, he’d just returned from days in the imperial palace—he must be exhausted.
Tomorrow, or the day after, or someday soon, he’d surely come explain everything and soothe her hurt feelings.
[This is the timeline separator]That had already been a week ago.
Zieghart remained indifferent. Yet this time, she couldn’t confidently blame it on his busy schedule as before.
There was one thing she refused to admit: right now, he was avoiding her.
He no longer shared meals with her, communicated only through Kayena when necessary, spent all his time in his study or private room, and pretended not to be there whenever she visited—later inventing excuses through servants about pressing matters.
“It must be a misunderstanding.”
Finally, Natasha confided everything to Kayena, who listened as intently as if it were her own concern, then spoke.
Her reply was so firm that Natasha couldn’t believe her ears. Expecting anger, she was instead met with gentle reassurance.
“…A misunderstanding?”
“His Grace already explained everything. The formal address was to honor you; separate rooms were for your comfort. Even his refusal of the vow-kiss at the wedding had valid reasons—he even kissed you again that night after returning to your room.”
“But still…”
“It’s not a matter of ‘but still.’”
Kayena gripped Natasha’s hand tightly. Her gesture felt almost reproachful, leaving Natasha instinctively cowed. Strangely, Natasha became overly sensitive whenever Zieghart was involved.
“His Grace has already clarified everything. If you still doubt him, isn’t that a gap in your heart?”
“…A gap in my heart?”
“Yes. He’s simply too busy to attend to every small detail of your life. Your anxiety stems from insufficient trust. If you truly love him, you must learn to endure and wait.”
Kayena’s emerald eyes were unwavering. Overwhelmed by her friend’s insistent tone, Natasha found herself helplessly swayed.
Hearing this from Kayena—who had always taken her side—made Natasha feel as though she alone was upset over something trivial.
Could this whole mess really be due to her own lack of faith? Was his love just as deep, but her own sensitivity stoking the flames of discord?
“He even severed ties with the imperial family—for your sake. Though contact had already dwindled, demanding full independence is entirely different.”
Kayena emphasized his unchanging love by referencing the recent event that had stirred the empire.
She was right.
He was the one who’d kept every promise, including cutting ties with the court for Natasha’s sake.
“…Alright. I’ll wait. When His Grace becomes less busy, everything will return to normal. Thank you, Kayena.”
Reassured by Kayena that the root cause lay within herself, Natasha resolved to stop worrying.
Only the circumstances had changed—not their relationship.
Everything stemmed from her own insufficient trust.
[This is the timeline separator]Yet hoping a relationship could heal through one person’s effort alone was a luxury. The man still avoided her, citing work as an excuse. Despite her persistent efforts, the distance between them narrowed only slowly.
That day, the mansion felt unusually quiet. Puzzled, Natasha asked the maid helping her with her shawl about the duke’s whereabouts.
“His Grace has gone on a business trip.”
“…A business trip?”
“Yes. Last night, monsters appeared in the northwestern territory. He left quickly to prevent serious harm to the residents.”
The maid glanced at her repeatedly, as if surprised the duchess didn’t know such crucial news.
Embarrassed, Natasha forced a casual smile. She nearly asked whether he’d left any message for her—but ultimately held her tongue.
By the time she’d changed into her house clothes, another maid entered the room.
“…Who did you say it was?”
“His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, my lady.”
The maid announced the visitor’s identity: the Emperor of the Retiers Empire.
Kail Retiers.
The very man who had killed Natasha’s parents and brought down her kingdom.
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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This man shouldn’t be an actor he can’t really hide his dislike for fl
Limited return by death? I guess nice story mechanism
He broke her trust, and now want her to believe that he is in love. I thing he also have his memories of the past.
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Natasha acknowledged positively the Empire’s support in establishing new settlem
Wow! Did not imagine her to have such backbone. Surprising considering how careful she is around the Lead (don’t know how to spell his name!!(
Natasha’s Adam’s apple twitched as if to swallow, but stopped halfway as though
Addam’s apple? You mean throat maybe? 🤔🤔 Women don’t have that…just a tranny 🤔
Zieghart was the most rational person she knew. Surely, he of all people should
Did he poison himself? Why do I feel like that. What an AH he is as of now. I am getting irritated now. 😡
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I don’t really care if she gets the kingdom back but does she at least get a safe town or something?