To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 8
Viare strained with all her might on her legs, which barely held any strength, and barely managed to rise from her seat.
Even before her regression, there had been renewed discussions about a betrothal between her and Ivan, but it certainly wouldn’t have progressed this quickly.
Therefore, she must surely be missing something.
Was it something she already knew—or something she hadn’t even considered?
Her inability to find any clue despite her best efforts left her feeling utterly powerless.
Worried that the young lady hadn’t appeared after receiving the blessing, Viare’s guard knight paced anxiously in front of the carriage.
Thinking she’d only visit the Grand Cathedral and expecting no trouble, Viare had brought only Tonyo as her guard.
The position of princess’s guard knight was filled exclusively with exceptionally skilled individuals, so many knights admired it greatly.
Though comparing their skills was meaningless, Tonyo stood out for his remarkable perceptiveness.
Thus, among the three guard knights, he was frequently singled out for solo duty, and his sense of pride and duty had reached near-ultimate levels.
Seeing the young lady’s gloomy expression as she approached from afar, Tonyo instantly sensed something was wrong.
Hastily retrieving a blanket from inside the carriage, he hurried to Viare, wrapped it around her, and carefully supported her as he spoke.
“Young lady, has something happened?”
“The Crown Prince was inside.”
Tonyo’s face instantly paled at the young lady’s words—being alone with none other than the Crown Prince himself.
“I’m sorry. I should have stayed by your side.”
He looked as though he was about to immediately hand his sword to Viare, and seeing this, she shook her head.
“It’s fine. I sent you away myself.”
Because Viare was someone who strove to save lives, the guard’s eagerness to place his very life and death at her command felt utterly alien to her.
Misinterpreting her silent thoughts as consideration toward him—a mere knight—he resolved once again with unwavering determination.
‘I will protect the young lady with my life.’
[This is the timeline separator]Viare, seated in the carriage, gently closed her eyes and felt the heavy silence filling the space around her.
If only she could fall asleep, even briefly, she might clear her tangled thoughts—but even that seemed unwilling to go as she wished.
Because of receiving the blessing from the Archbishop, gossip columns she’d never even heard of would soon fill up with stories about her.
Far from feeling blessed, Viare’s heart sank heavily, as though misfortune after misfortune kept piling on.
Talks of her betrothal to Ivan had resurfaced shortly after she became Dension’s lover.
That noble bloodline was now stubbornly ensnaring her ankle, binding her ever tighter.
The Ruschef family had long grown accustomed to being ostracized by other houses over concerns about their bloodline’s heritage.
They had desperately longed to connect directly with the imperial bloodline, but unfortunately, only sons had been born into the Ruschef line.
Only after several more generations did they finally break this family curse—and the one who accomplished it was none other than Predic Ruschef, her father.
It was said that when Viare was born, the happiest among them wasn’t even her own parents, but her paternal grandfather.
Just because their bloodline’s history was deemed too short, they exerted such relentless effort to link themselves to the imperial line.
No matter how much pride she took in the Ruschef family’s pragmatic nature, she simply couldn’t comprehend using even one’s own child as a political pawn.
Realizing once again that her own family was no different from the others left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Becoming a high noble in the modern age was extraordinarily difficult, yet retaining that status was equally hard—so much so that people rejoiced upon achieving it.
Before her regression, upon hearing rumors of renewed betrothal talks with the Crown Prince, Viare had confessed her love for her partner to the Duke.
Though initially shocked and hurt, the Duke soon rejoiced that she’d found someone she loved and gave his blessing.
Thereafter, whenever an opportunity arose, Viare brought Dension along to various events such as banquets and equestrian gatherings.
Even though she knew well that Dension disliked crowded places.
It was her way of making clear that, having found love, she no longer wished to be entangled with the imperial family.
Once it became known in society that Marquis Verdeum and Princess Viare Ruschef were lovers, they became the talk of gossip columns for a while.
She had deliberately taken Dension to official functions to avoid the betrothal with the Crown Prince, but unaware of this context, he inevitably clashed with Viare often.
Even if he thought her selfish, she had no intention of setting the record straight.
Dension already had plenty of duties managing his territory; she didn’t want him burdened further by her troubles.
She was also afraid he might learn that the imperial household—on poor terms with the Marquisate—had proposed the betrothal to the Ruschef family.
But looking back now, perhaps she’d been using his protection as a mere excuse to avoid confronting the issue herself.
Was it the weakness of a seventeen-year-old, afraid of being hated by her own lover?
Yet Viare had sworn again and again never again to act like the foolish girl she once was.
Just thinking of Dension blurred her vision, and a burning tightness rose in her throat.
‘One thing’s certain—the past is unraveling.’
This matter, which should have only arisen around winter’s start, was now manifesting early. Whatever the mistake, the past was clearly twisted.
Gazing out at the vast fields beyond the carriage window, Viare pondered what she might have missed thus far.
Ephemeral time, lost memories, even those who had already left her side.
Could this situation still be reversed? And if not—what must she do next? Viare remained lost in thought for a long while.
Soon, the carriage arrived at Duke Ruschef’s estate, and Viare quickly stepped down under Tonyo’s escort.
Maidens had already come out to await her, and butler Henderson warmly welcomed her.
“You’ve returned, young lady.”
“Yes. Where’s Father?”
“His Grace finished his trade matters and is now working in his study.”
“I see. Everyone, please return to your duties.”
Normally, maids would accompany her to the dressing room to help her change, but Viare’s words clearly meant she didn’t want to be followed.
Henderson, observing the situation, moved to follow her discreetly, but her knight stopped him.
“Ensure no one enters the study.”
“I shall carry out your order.”
Viare had tried to calm her boiling emotions during the carriage ride, but she couldn’t shake off her sense of betrayal and anger toward her father.
In the empty corridor, only the sharp, rhythmic click of her heels echoed steadily.
She had absolutely no intention of proceeding as her father wished—she intended to make sure he never even dared hope again.
Soon reaching the Duke’s study, Viare knocked twice on the door.
“Father, it’s Viare.”
“Yes, come in.”
Before even hearing the Duke out, she gave a brief bow and sat herself down on the sofa.
Noticing the ominous shift in Viare’s demeanor upon entering, the Duke quickly moved toward the sofa.
“My daughter, did your visit to the Grand Cathedral go well?”
“Yes, I delivered your message to the Archbishop.”
“I heard you received a blessing?”
News that Princess Ruschef had received a blessing from the Archbishop was apparently already spreading across the capital square.
“It just sort of happened.”
From her indifferent reply radiated a chilling coldness, prompting the Duke to glance at her warily.
“Did something unpleasant happen?”
“I met His Highness the Crown Prince at the cathedral.”
“…….”
The moment “Crown Prince” left her lips, the Duke could only cough awkwardly, unable to utter another word.
Seeing her father so eager to avoid her gaze made Viare’s heart burn black with fury.
“His Highness said some rather strange things to me.”
Though she maintained a calm facade to hide her feelings, her voice trembled faintly at the end with lingering anger.
“My dear Viare…”
Utterly at a loss, the Duke cautiously called her name after gauging her mood.
“Yes, Father. Please speak.”
Though she’d resolved during the carriage ride to hear the explanation directly from the Duke, now that the moment came, anxiety overwhelmed her.
Her father hesitated repeatedly, clutching a letter in his hand, before finally steeling himself and handing it to her.
“The imperial household has sent a formal marriage proposal.”
Emblazoned prominently on the golden envelope—reserved exclusively for the imperial family—was the Crown Prince’s seal.
Viare could only respond with a scoff, utterly unable to make sense of the situation.
“I never imagined, of all things, that you’d consider casting me aside.”
The Duke, his expression unreadable, had been lost in deep thought until he finally lifted his bowed head.
“A few days ago, the Crown Prince approached our trade guild directly. He said he would make you Empress someday, Viare.”
She had never—never once—desired or coveted the position of Empress of the Marta Empire.
‘How could Father do this to me?’
The Duke wasn’t so dull as to have forgotten what she’d done as a child.
No matter how she thought about it, Viare simply couldn’t understand his actions.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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