Save Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Now, could you please let me go…?”
A long time had passed, yet Bianca remained held in Gillian’s arms.
Her translucent skin had already flushed crimson all the way to her neck from the prolonged embrace.
She weakly tapped him with her hand, which had hovered uncertainly in midair as if trying to push him away, but instead of setting her down, Gillian began walking.
“G-Gillian!”
Bianca let out a flustered cry as her dangling toes swayed in the air.
She twisted her body, but Gillian easily gathered her closer with one hand, pulling her tightly against him.
Before she could even be startled by the sudden closeness, Gillian loosened his cloak and wrapped it around Bianca.
“Mmph!”
Without leaving even the slightest gap, Gillian, who had enveloped Bianca completely, started walking again.
Looking like a swaddled infant, Bianca felt so mortified she thought she might faint.
Over a hundred knights stood lined up behind Gillian.
To be carried like this in front of so many people!
“Put me down!”
“Are you embarrassed?”
“Please, put me down quickly.”
Bianca gritted her teeth and whispered sharply.
Thud.
As the piled snow crunched underfoot, Bianca’s dangling toes swayed once more.
Gillian, who had cleanly ignored her request to be set down, resumed walking.
“Gillian!”
Bianca felt tears truly about to burst forth.
Though she had endured all manner of mistreatment as a figurehead imperial princess, this kind of humiliation was a first.
This man, who had always approached her so properly and bewilderingly gently—why was he being so stubborn now…?
Whoosh.
The wind brushing her cheek made Bianca realize where she was.
The North—the land of Valroc itself.
Valroc’s territory, entirely independent from the imperial family.
No wonder she’d thought it strange that he’d been treating her, the imperial princess of Termina, far too kindly all this time.
“Ohh…”
So that was it.
A chill shot through her chest, and in an instant, her eyes welled with tears.
At that very moment, Gillian’s movement—seemingly unstoppable until then—came to a halt.
“The cold of the North isn’t something your capital attire can handle. The snow has already reached your knees. You can’t possibly walk in those flimsy shoes.”
“What…?”
“It simply means I’m not playing some cruel prank to disgrace you, my lady.”
Gillian’s face, usually adorned with his habitual smile, now held not even a trace of it—he was utterly serious.
This solemn demeanor, so different from his usual teasing manner, was imposing yet somehow even more trustworthy.
Her tears, which had shimmered as if ready to spill over at any moment, slowly began to dry.
Gillian watched her without blinking.
Once a faint trace of vitality returned to her pale face, he started walking again.
Thud.
Her toes swayed once more, but this time, Bianca didn’t feel nearly as ashamed as before.
But just then—
Her own words to him right before the warp echoed in her ears like tinnitus, making her stomach churn.
‘If you consider me your wife… please think of me a little more… comfortably.’
“…”
Bianca reached out the hands she’d clasped over her chest and quietly gripped his jacket.
Her fingertips, exposed to the wind, ached from the cold until they stung.
Yet stubbornly, she clutched his lapel.
Gillian merely glanced down at her briefly without trying to stop her.
For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if he’d smiled.
Thud.
Thud.
The crisp sound of his long strides cutting through the snow was clear.
Since he’d insisted she get out of the carriage, she’d assumed there must be another mode of transport—but the place Gillian led her to was yet another carriage.
“Why…?”
“An ordinary carriage isn’t suitable for plowing through snow like this.”
He must have heard her soft, almost muttering question.
He covered Bianca with a thick, fur-lined blanket prepared inside the carriage.
“Northern carriages naturally have quite wide wheelbases, you see.”
The distance he indicated by spreading his hands apart easily exceeded two spans.
Could carriage wheels really be that wide?
Though she didn’t say it aloud, her astonishment must have shown on her face, for Gillian gave a brief chuckle.
“This is Valroc territory—the kind of place where snowfall routinely exceeds a person’s height.”
“Yes.”
“To race through such snow without getting stuck, the wheelbase naturally had to widen.”
Gillian continued his explanation in a gentle voice.
“It’s common here, but in the capital, such a carriage would draw too much attention, so we usually switch carriages at the warp station.”
Bianca nodded quietly.
It was a wise choice.
Driving through the imperial capital with such wide wheels wouldn’t merely attract attention—it would be disastrous.
Her father the Emperor would surely have seized upon the bizarre carriage as an excuse to find fault.
Willingly forgetting even the kindness shown by those enduring this land of eternal frost.
‘People naturally place more faith in the peace before their eyes than in distant dangers.’
“…Ah.”
‘They forget entirely how this peace was forged.’
Startled by the ringing in her ears, Bianca blinked rapidly.
She’d let her guard down, thinking it hadn’t occurred for a while.
Clasping her hands tightly, she dug her nails in.
The sharp sting piercing her skin grew clearer, and her dulled senses slowly returned.
“My lady?”
Her blurred vision sharpened, and her hearing came back to life.
“My lady?”
“Oh—yes?”
Gillian was right before her eyes, startling her, but Bianca tried her best to answer calmly.
“Suddenly…”
“I felt a bit dizzy.”
She was used to this.
It was the auditory hallucination that had plagued her since childhood.
Back when she didn’t understand it, she’d told her maids everything she saw and heard—and rumors had spread that she was mad.
‘Children sometimes lie just to gain attention.’
Thanks to one arrogant remark from her Etiquette Teacher around age seven, she’d been branded a liar rather than insane.
“Dizzy?”
“Yes.”
Bianca answered Gillian’s question meekly and covered her face with her hands.
Once the voices began, they usually echoed three or four phrases.
The ‘voices’ had nothing to do with Bianca’s will.
Whenever they wished, they’d sound—regardless of time or place.
In fact, whenever she heard them, her body would go limp and unresponsive, and she’d been injured more than once because of it.
The tinnitus always caused her trouble—but not today.
Why, of all times, now!
Even as resentment surged within her, Bianca instinctively wrapped her arms around her head and tried to curl up.
If only Gillian hadn’t pulled her into his embrace.
Surprised by the arms encircling her shoulders, Bianca reflexively lifted her head sharply.
“My lady, lean on me.”
Gillian was drawing her closer.
His golden eyes, meeting hers, felt as warm as sunlight.
Bianca blinked slowly.
She couldn’t tell whether this was real or just her senses unraveling.
The voices hadn’t started yet.
But Bianca knew she was already slipping into vulnerability.
It wasn’t just tinnitus she heard.
Sometimes, she’d converse with someone, gaze at something, and feel emotions—as if she were someone other than herself.
It felt like an illusion, yet in that moment, it was perfectly real.
The touch at her fingertips, the scent brushing her nose, the voice ringing in her ears.
These maddeningly vivid senses had repeatedly overwhelmed Bianca.
Thus, whenever she heard the voices, she fell silent, doubting everything around her.
“Shh, it’s alright.”
‘Shh, it’s okay.’
A voice overlapped Gillian’s, blending together like a soft hum.
Bianca squeezed her eyes shut.
Had she just gripped her head?
She couldn’t tell what had been real anymore.
“It was a forced march. Of course you’re exhausted.”
“…”
“It’s alright. Just rest for a bit like this.”
When she opened her eyes, she’d be home.
Gillian’s voice grew fainter until it finally disappeared.
“What on earth happened? This isn’t what we agreed upon, is it?”
“Things simply turned out that way.”
Crown Prince Jeremy gave Izhar, who couldn’t hide his displeasure, an extremely apologetic look.
“Things simply turned out that way? You have a habit of speaking too lightly.”
“My lord Izhar, this truly is a matter that can’t be explained any other way.”
What rotten luck!
Jeremy bowed his head deeply in apology, though inwardly, he was in utter turmoil.
Izhar had arrived less than half a day after the beast of Termina had run wild.
Izhar, ruler of Cartan beyond the treacherous eastern mountain range, rarely visited Termina under normal circumstances.
So what on earth had brought him here?
Of all times!
His molars ground together in frustration, but dealing with the furious Izhar was solely his responsibility now.
Upon hearing of Izhar’s arrival, the Emperor had immediately summoned Jeremy.
‘You must meet Lord Izhar yourself. Wasn’t it your idea to send Bianca to Valroc?’
‘But, Your Majesty, this is…!’
‘You caused this—you should be the one to take responsibility, shouldn’t you?’
That was certainly true.
But had the Emperor forgotten?
He himself had agreed to send Bianca to Valroc.
If he’d remembered his promise to Izhar—
If he’d known this would become an issue—he should have opposed it!
Instead, he’d hastily sent Bianca away to save his own skin and now pretended ignorance!
Just thinking about it made Jeremy’s blood boil.
His teeth clenched, but the true master of Termina was none other than the Emperor, Ecliff Termina.
Master of everything in the Termina Empire.
Jeremy was no exception.
He was Crown Prince, not Emperor—and the Emperor cared little for blood ties.
Indeed, as long as someone suited his tastes—whether or not they carried his blood—the Emperor wouldn’t care who became the next heir.
Until now, Jeremy had cleverly used Bianca, whom the Emperor disliked, to solidify his position—but that was no longer possible.
Now, he too had to focus all his energy solely on survival.
“Then, explain to me exactly why things had to turn out this way.”
At Izhar’s sneering tone, Jeremy slowly raised his head and met his gaze.
He understood Izhar’s feelings.
Last summer, didn’t he personally visit Termina and ask the Emperor to send Bianca to Cartan as empress once she came of age?
At that time, he received ten chests of gold, each as tall as a person.
A single chest of that gold held immense value—enough to easily buy an entire fortress.
And there were ten such chests.
Izhar had called it merely a small gift for an old friend, but it was clearly Bianca’s bride price.
It was a marriage proposal delivered personally by an emperor, accompanied by a bride price so lavish it overflowed.
Yet, hadn’t they taken the money and then secretly spirited Bianca away?
It was no wonder Izhar was furious.
But if Jeremy admitted it outright, it wouldn’t end with merely returning the ten chests of gold.
Jeremy swallowed hard and slowly opened his mouth.
“Your Majesty, I am truly sorry I couldn’t have Bianca killed sooner.”
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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