Stolen Crown Princess (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 47

From early morning, a splendid carriage emblazoned with the Netto Marquisate’s crest hurried briskly along the road toward the Imperial Palace.

Lellia gazed at the distant palace, biting down on her lower lip, then clutched tightly at her chest.

The chest pain that had started after meeting the Empress last night had not subsided even as dawn broke. So distressed was she that, the moment daylight appeared, she urged her maid and coachman to hurry.

She simply couldn’t bear the anxiety any longer. It felt as though everything had already come to an end—even though she’d managed to conclude her meeting with the Empress as amicably as possible.

Only Liurian could soothe this unease. She believed she’d feel better once she saw him—once she’d taken her fill of him with her own eyes.

Then, perhaps, the breath that had felt so tightly constricted might finally ease, even just a little.

“…Your Highness.”

Lellia murmured the familiar title softly. Though she’d uttered those words countless times before, today her mouth felt unbearably dry as she spoke them. The sudden sorrow overwhelmed her, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

“No, nothing has changed yet. So don’t jump to conclusions. It’ll be alright. Nothing will happen. Everything… will turn out fine.”

Lellia clenched her fists and steeled her eyes. Fury rose within her, yet she couldn’t cry—it would wound her pride too deeply to weep like this.

After all, she hadn’t yet been cast aside by the Empress or abandoned by Liurian. Thus, she had no reason to shed tears.

And yet, if she couldn’t hold them back and let them fall now, it would be as good as admitting defeat to the Crown Princess.

Lellia gritted her teeth. Her bloodshot eyes brimmed with venom, yet swallowing her tears proved difficult, so she deliberately turned her gaze out the small window.

By now, the silhouette of the palace had grown distinctly closer. He was there—the man she so desperately desired: Liurian.

She longed to see him—though she’d never once lacked yearning for him, today it felt especially acute.

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