Unable To Escape (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
Before her regression, Alicia had constantly clashed with the Emperor, who opposed her marriage to Killian.
No, to be more accurate, it would be correct to say that Alicia had stubbornly insisted on her own way.
The Emperor had indulged every desire Alicia had ever expressed while she was growing up.
Partly because what she wished for had never been unreasonable, but also because there was simply nothing the Emperor of the Empire could not grant.
Though he had always acted before his beloved daughter as if the word “no” did not exist, there was one thing he could not concede: her marriage.
It was not that, like many powerful figures, he wished to use his daughter’s marriage for political gain.
He simply could not bear to watch his precious daughter hurl herself toward unhappiness.
Killian Diaz.
A man born as the illegitimate son of Duke Diaz, who had boldly seized control of the ducal house, surpassing the legitimate heir.
As Emperor, he knew better than anyone the sheer amount of blood spilled for Killian to reach that position.
Thus, he did not want his daughter to become that man’s companion.
[I wish for you to be happy.] [For my happiness, I wish to stay by his side.]Father and daughter desired the same future, yet their paths diverged.
Had they hated each other, a resolution might have been reached—but precisely because they loved each other so deeply, no easy conclusion could be found.
Yet now, Alicia declared she would end this long tug-of-war herself.
“You won’t marry Duke Diaz? Alicia, are you speaking in earnest?”
Seeing Alicia’s eyes swollen red from endless weeping, the Emperor—who had just resolved to grant his daughter’s wish, no matter how helpless he felt—now asked in disbelief, unable to believe what he’d just heard.
“Yes.”
Hearing her firm reply, the Emperor realized he hadn’t misheard and fell silent, lost in thought.
Just last night, Alicia had pleaded with him to permit her marriage to Killian.
What could possibly have happened during the night to break a resolve that had seemed unshakable?
“It seems it’s time we had a proper conversation.”
With those words, the Emperor turned his head, glanced at the Crown Prince and Princess, and subtly nodded toward the door.
At this, Crown Princess Sienna’s lips twitched, but Adrian quickly took her hand and bowed his head to the Emperor.
“We’ll take our leave now. Ari, I’ll come find you later.”
“…I’ll go. I’m sorry for causing a commotion.”
With a slightly downcast expression, Sienna bowed and left the room with Adrian. The servants gathered nearby, sensing the mood, gradually slipped away one by one until only the Emperor and Alicia remained.
“Alicia.”
“Yes.”
“Why have you changed your mind?”
Just last night, she had tearfully declared she would seek out Killian herself and propose, clinging to him until he accepted—if the Emperor refused to approve their marriage.
Though he might have dismissed it as youthful infatuation, the Emperor knew well that Alicia’s feelings for Killian were anything but shallow.
Indeed, he’d lain awake all night, fearing she might flee the capital at dawn to find Killian without his knowledge….
“I know this isn’t a decision made lightly overnight.”
He could have pretended not to understand and simply accepted Alicia’s declaration that she wouldn’t marry Killian.
But her tears weighed heavily on his heart.
If those tears had been shed to sever her attachment to Killian…
Even that single possibility compelled the Emperor to ask.
“May I ask why you’ve made such a decision?”
“…I was being childish.”
“Alicia…”
“I’m grateful simply for your patience with my tantrums all this time.”
Watching his daughter gently dab her reddened eyes and offer a smile, the Emperor realized how utterly different she seemed from yesterday.
Children do grow swiftly in their parents’ arms—but could one’s gaze truly deepen so profoundly in just a single night?
“I am the Princess of Eregorn. Though belatedly, I’ve realized my marriage must serve this Empire.”
Alicia had come to understand, through regret, that every privilege granted by her imperial birth carried an equal weight of duty.
Until her return today—that is, until the moment she fled through death—she had never truly shouldered that responsibility.
‘So from now on, I’ll live for Eregorn.’
Surely God granted me this second “today” for exactly that purpose.
‘I’ll make different choices this time. That way, I’ll correct every mistake I’ve ever made.’
Alicia met the Emperor’s worried blue eyes and placed her hand over his rough, large one.
“So please don’t worry, Father. I won’t marry him.”
It was both a promise to the Emperor and a vow to her own foolish self.
She did not look away from the Emperor, who stared back at her intently.
She had wept until exhaustion, confirming this was no dream—but she feared that if she even blinked, her beloved father’s face might vanish.
“…Alicia.”
“Yes.”
“It saddens your father to hear such a resolve from you.”
“What?”
Alicia’s eyes widened in surprise at the Emperor’s unexpected words.
She hadn’t expected praise, of course—but she’d assumed he would feel relieved by her declaration that she wouldn’t marry Killian.
Yet he called it “sad”?
Had she miscalculated the timing of her return? But Father had disliked Killian until his dying day…
Her confusion was plain on her face.
Though she seemed more mature now, she still couldn’t hide her true feelings. The Emperor let out a quiet sigh, gently placed his hand on her head, and began stroking her hair softly as he spoke.
“A marriage for Eregorn’s sake… Your father simply doesn’t understand why you would think that way.”
“But… I am of the Imperial Family. A royal marriage must serve the Empire’s interests…”
“Your words are correct—and yet, they are not.”
“…Why not?”
She looked utterly bewildered.
The Emperor gently smoothed the crease between her brows with his finger, then smiled tenderly as he answered.
“Do you think it makes sense for my Empire to be unable to protect even a single smile of my daughter?”
“…What?”
“My Empire is not so destitute that it must trade my daughter’s happiness for gain.”
“Father…”
Even had he lived as an ordinary man rather than as Emperor, it would have been no different.
Where in the world could one find a father who would sell his daughter’s happiness for profit?
“So Alicia, you may choose for your own happiness. Your happiness will be Eregorn’s happiness as well.”
His words were firm, yet kind.
Alicia felt tears welling up again and quickly lowered her head.
How could she show him tears once more so soon after stopping?
“You’re… far too soft on me, Father.”
“You deserve a little softness.”
Pretending not to notice the tears dripping onto his hand, the Emperor answered with a warm chuckle and gently pulled her round shoulders into an embrace, patting her slowly.
“So tell me, Alicia—will you marry Duke Diaz?”
“…No. I won’t.”
I won’t.
Her voice, choked with quiet sobs, was barely audible.
But as always, the Emperor never missed a word his daughter spoke. “Do as you wish,” he replied.
Hearing the deep affection wrapped in that firm answer, Alicia felt gratitude once more that this was no dream.
Held in her living father’s warm arms, Alicia’s weeping grew louder and louder.
[This is the timeline separator]In the northern reaches of Eregorn, bordering the Black Frontier known as the Land of Beasts, lay the Duchy of Vinion.
Deep within the Grifool Fortress—situated at the very front lines, separating human lands from the beasts’ domain—a man sat at his desk in his office, rereading a letter that had arrived a week ago for what must have been the tenth time.
What lay within those dark green eyes, shimmering faintly in the candlelight?
A white-haired man, who had just finished writing a report on yesterday’s battle and come to the office, stood silently, holding his breath, waiting for his master to speak.
“Brill.”
“Yes.”
“Is everything ready?”
“It’s done.”
The man, who had been staring at the letter in his hand, turned his gaze toward the one called Brill.
Anyone who saw his eyes—resembling those of a serpent—for the first time would invariably recoil in fear, their bodies trembling.
But Brill, who had survived countless brushes with death alongside him, met his gaze calmly and steadily.
“Can you finish it before winter ends?”
If anyone else had asked this, it would have been a question of possibility—but when his master asked, there was only one acceptable answer.
“I will finish it.”
Not a question of possibility, but a firm declaration of intent.
As always, Brill delivered precisely the answer his master desired and placed the report he’d been holding onto the desk.
“The Wolves are ready.”
An alternate name for Duke Diaz’s personal unit, Badulf—the “Wolves of Diaz.”
Hearing that these fierce wolves, loyal only to their master, were prepared, the man nodded and turned his eyes back to the letter in his hand.
Recognizing this as his cue to leave, Brill bowed respectfully and quietly exited the office.
Now alone again, Killian ran a hand through his short, neatly trimmed black hair and tightened his grip on the letter.
The fine parchment crumpled slightly, distorting the neat, elegant handwriting at the bottom of the page:
Killian skimmed Alicia’s handwriting with his eyes and let out a quiet chuckle.
“‘Won’t bother me again,’ she says… I wonder if she truly can.”
Was it mockery?
Killian’s lips curled faintly as his gaze drifted somewhere beyond the window.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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Darn, her last life truly was the worst timeline. I hope Alicia and her family live happily this time.
Why does she love him? Is it purely because he is good looking? Clearly he didn’t treat you right, so for what reason keeps you clinging to him? Go find a hotter ML who will actually love you from the beginning!
I would also add….stupid as fuuuuuck ajaja girl get over him!