Title: The Princess That Went Back in Time Wishes to Divorce Her Husband
Original: Toki modori no ōjo wa, dan’na-sama to no rien o nozomu
Author: 宮田紗音 Miyata Saone
Summary: “Please forgive me, Father—for I have killed my husband.” Such was the confession of Feryana—the daughter of the king of Rosalyn—to a certain young priest. She’d murdered her beloved husband, Ryle Hendrik, Marquis of Weatherk.
“Please forgive me, Father—for I have killed my husband.”
In a historic yet shabby church on the outskirts of the capital.
The pious young priest was in disbelief after hearing the lady’s confession.
Out of nowhere, the woman, who’d arrived in a humble carriage without any family crest, offered a hefty donation. All she asked in return is to receive the sacrament of forgiveness.
Such visits—done by high-ranking women incognito—weren’t unheard of, even more so because the church was a distance away from the capital.
Most of the time, it was either adultery or abortion.
However, the lady who visited the church this time was as dazzling as a fairy, she seemed sinless.
As much as he loathed to admit it, his heart throbbed when they were alone in the small confessional, even though he was a priest.
A faintly sweet scent of perfume; a fleeting, bell-like voice…
Rather than a married woman, she seemed like a girl—one that was also too enchanting.
“…Killing is a cardinal sin. Was it intentional?”
Suppressing the throbbing of his heart and the shuddering that followed, the priest feigned calm while asking.
Behind the small window, the downcast woman could be seen shaking her head.
“…I never intended for him to die. I merely wished to be his wife because I was in love with him. However, because he served my parents, he had to marry me out of obligation. He was a really sincere and kind person—and yet I…”
“…We were attacked by a group of bandits. My husband protected me, and died in the process. If only I’d heeded his advice—if only I hadn’t wandered to such a dangerous area… Everything is my fault. My husband died because of me. I’d killed him.”
Her soft, intermittent voice as she desperately tried to stifle her sobs sounded about to disappear at any moment.
In relief, the priest stroked his chest before consoling her.
“God is always watching over us. Surely, you’ve made a mistake—but it was a trivial one. God always forgives. Your husband, who’s in the presence of God, will surely forgive you.”
“…You don’t want to be forgiven, do you? The guiltier you feel, the stronger that feeling becomes. I advise you to pray to Our Father in Heaven. As long as you keep dedicating a prayer to him, you’ll surely attain peace one day.”
After praying with the priest, the lady left the confessional, but not before thanking him many times.
The lady, who had no escorts, was merely accompanied by a young maid and a coach.
Nevertheless, her dignified and graceful demeanor were enough to charm the young priest. Since she’d visited incognito, it was strictly forbidden to pry into her identity, but if he had to hazard a guess, then she was likely a woman of high status.
As the priest went to examine the heavy bag of gold coins she’d given him, he suddenly recalled something.
“…Hair akin to the shade of the moon… A pair of amethyst eyes, and that beauty, it’s almost like—”
—The princess who was hailed as the treasure of the nation.
Feryana Sylphy Rosalyn. The youngest princess, pampered by the royal couple, was also known as the Fairy Princess due to her dazzling beauty.
Then, the priest recalled something.
This spring, the princess got married with the Marquis of Weatherk.
The marquis, a well-known warrior, also served as an aide-de-camp—a personal assistant of the royal family. The princess fell in love with him, so the marriage would be akin to a dream come true.
Since Princess Feryana was doted on by the king and his wife, she’d have no problem marrying a duke or even a prince from the neighboring country. However, the Marquis of Weatherk wasn’t only trusted by the royal family, but he was also a fine-looking man with a good reputation. As such, people cheered and rejoiced at the prospect of their marriage.
Even the priest of a shabby church like him went with his followers to attend their wedding at St. Rosalia’s Cathedral.
If the woman from earlier was indeed Princess Feryana, then the aforementioned husband would be none other than the Marquis of Weatherk. Therefore, if such a figure were to perish in an attack, it wouldn’t be strange for the whole kingdom to be in an uproar.
…However, no such rumors reached the priest.
“…There’s no way, right?”
While amethyst eyes were rare, golden hair was common among the noble ladies of Rosalyn Kingdom. Since the priest had only seen the princess from afar, he couldn’t make out her features.
…As such, there was no way the woman from earlier was Princess Feryana.
His interest soon shifted to the huge sum of gold coins donated to him.
With this amount, they should be able to get through this winter. In fact, they’d even be able to repair the badly damaged roof in the chapel.
Perhaps, rather than a princess, that woman was an angel sent by God—the Father Himself—and the priest nodded profoundly.
—Yes, instead of a bereaved woman who tragically lost her husband.
On her way home, rocked by the carriage, Feryana sighed morosely.
Usually, she’d be thrilled to catch a glimpse of the city from the carriage. Coddled by the royal couple, she grew up sheltered and seldom ventured outside of the royal castle.
Even after she’d gotten married, that part of her didn’t change.
Her husband, Ryle Hendrik—the Marquis of Weatherk—was just as overprotective as he was when he was an aide-de-camp.
Many dissidents in the city resented the kingdom. Who knows what’ll happen if they found out about her status? …Was his favorite phrase.
The once naïve Feryana always took his advice with a grain of salt.
Nothing could prepare her for what was about to come.
Her nose become stuffy as she wiped her eyes.
“…Your Highness?” Asked her concerned maid.
Feryana immediately shook her head and reassured the maid.
The maid, who was five years older than her, had served her for as long as she remembered, and even after her marriage. Her name was Karen, and she was akin to an older sister figure. Until now, Feryana could talk with her about basically anything.
…But this time, she couldn’t reveal everything.
“Are you sure you’re alright? All of the sudden, you decided to confess in such a secluded place…”
“I was a bit overwhelmed, but I’m fine now. After confiding with the priest, I felt better.”
“If that’s the case, then it’s alright, but…”
…That was a lie.
She didn’t feel the slightest bit better.
After all, her dear husband—Ryle—died because of her foolishness.
She first met the dignified young man when she was 15-years-old. From the moment her father introduced him, she’d fallen in love. Unlike the frivolous, shallow youths of the court, firm determination shone from the depth of his eyes, and sincerity in his quiet lips.
His gait was agile yet impeccable. With him, she always felt safe.
Thus, Feryana fervently wished to be his wife.
When their precious daughter begged her wish to be married to Ryle, her parents rejected at first on the premise that she was still young. But a year later, when Feryana turned 17-years-old, they finally relented.
After that, they swiftly ordered the marquis to marry the princess. Of course, he wasn’t given any room to object.
Fortunately, the young marquis had neither a wife nor a fiancée. The talk of marriage was concluded, and this year, when Feryana turned eighteen, she married into the marquis family.
For Ryle, who was seven years her senior, their marriage life must’ve felt a lot like playing house.
Nevertheless, Feryana was happy.
Not only was Ryle sincere, he was also a kind and compassionate man. Despite the fact that he was ordered to marry her, never once did he neglect her, and even doted on her.
…However, Ryle prioritized his position.
His sense of duty to protect the princess—Feryana—would eventually cost him his life.
During the bandit attack, he shielded her and got stabbed in the process. In spite of his mortal injury, he still made sure to carry her to safety. He passed away not long after.
Feryana vividly recalled his last moment—the desperate moment when he breathed his last.
Her husband died in her arms.
—Because she’d ignored his advice.
The man died protecting his wife—whom he may not even love—out of his loyalty to the kingdom.
The man, who’d be necessary to the kingdom more than Feryana would ever be.
Seeing Feryana burst into tears, Karen got upset.
“What happened!? I should’ve told the marquis that you’ve been behaving oddly since this morning!”
“No! Don’t say anything to Ryle!”
Karen trusted the Marquis of Weatherk deeply.
Yes, Feryana’s husband, Ryle.
However, if Karen told Ryle everything, it’d only interfere with her future plans, and she couldn’t have that—
—she had to save him.
“Please… I don’t want Ryle to know… I simply went to church because I was distraught.”
“Karen, please. Don’t abandon me. You’re the only one I can count on.”
While her heart ached at the thought of deceiving her loyal handmaiden, but Feryana pleaded earnestly.
If it was Karen, Feryana knew she wouldn’t be able to say no.
“…I understand. I’ll keep it a secret—for now. But if it persists—”
“—Karen, thank you! I love you!”
“…I’m no match for the princess.”
Feryana erased her tears and thanked her again.
If she already unraveled before Karen, what’d happen when she had to face her husband? Honestly, she was unconfident, but she was determined to see it through.
…My existence will only serve as a threat.
—Hence, she had to divorce.
…After confessing her sins, such was her penance.
The passing of her husband occurred three years after their marriage.
To the South of the royal capital, there was an area prowling with dissidents. Despite her husband’s advice, Feryana set out to help the poor in that area.
After all, the sick and the children were innocent, and if she continued to reach out to them, surely, the day would arrive where they’d understand each other.
Or so she thought.
However, she got caught in a riot and although her husband came to her aid, it ended with the worst possible outcome.
Feryana lost her husband—the most important person in her world.
Ever since she was 15-years-old, Ryle had stayed by her side, watching over her.
In the throes of anguish, Feryana prayed to God to bring him back—
—I’m willing to pay any price.
Did her prayer reach God?
Before she knew it, she found herself in the bedroom where she used to sleep when they were still newlyweds.
At that time, they still slept in separate bedrooms. Her husband did it out of consideration for his young wife. After the first night, the two didn’t spend many nights together. Then, a year later, the two started sharing the bedroom.
The nostalgic room, along with her slightly younger self were reflected in the mirror. Shortly after, Karen came to wake her up.
That was when Feryana knew she went back in time.
Thus, she rushed out—and oh, how glad she was when she spotted Ryle on his way out from the balcony! There, Feryana told Karen, who was following after her, that she wanted to go to church.
—To thank God and confess her sins.
Nevertheless, confessing did nothing to abate her sense of guilt.
It was only natural.
In a little over two years, the day of despair would arrive.
The day where Feryana losth er husband.
The day her foolish act would claim her husband’s life.
Should she just not go to the scene, or should she attach more bodyguards to herself from the beginning?
However, by doing so, she’d only be postponing his death. Surely, the same thing would happen at different times and places. As long as she was his wife, Ryle’d do everything in his power to save Feryana, the princess…
…Even if it meant losing her life.
In the end, she had no choice—no choice but to let him go.
For her, whose world consisted solely of him, merely imagining it tore her apart.
Yet, she wanted him to life. She could still remember the weight of his lifeless body on her arms as if it was yesterday. As she embraced her deceased husband, she wailed and wailed—
—If only I had died in his stead!
…She didn’t want to feel that way again.
Because she loved him.
With such determination in her heart, Feryana waited for his return.
“…A divorce? Did I do something?”
Feryana bit her lips at her husband’s tone, which sounded like he was admonishing a disobedient child.
Ryle, who came home late at night, looked disheveled.
His black hair was slightly messy, casting a shadow on his taut cheeks. His deep indigo eyes looked rather desolate.
As the Marquis of Weatherk, Feryana’s husband held an important position in the military, and spent his days very busy.
Feryana was aware of that, too.
Under normal circumstances, she’d have let him rest when he came home so tired-looking.
Nevertheless, before her resolve could waver, she wanted to get a divorce.
She said she wanted to talk and invited him to her room. In truth, she’d rather embrace him, confirm that his mortal injury wasn’t there, and profess her undying love to him.
“No, you didn’t, it’s just that I… I fell out of love, and I don’t want this tasteless marriage to continue…”
To incite his ire, she spoke as brazenly as possible.
That way, he’d see her as a selfish princess who didn’t care about her partner’s feelings in the slightest. It’d be nice if that alone would convince him to get a divorce…
…However, he sighed exasperatedly as he ruffled his lustrous black hair.
She didn’t expect that.
“At this point in time, you’re already a member of the Marquis of Weatherk. Whether you like it or not, a divorce isn’t something that can be done out of the blue.”
“That’s… Of course, that makes sense…”
Feryana was confused and at a loss for words.
She never expected such a sensible explanation.
After all, when he was told to marry her, Ryle did it without any questions. As such, she expected him to go along with the divorce.
…With me gone, he’d be able to marry his true love.
Ryle would get married—with someone other than Feryana.
Just imagining it, she was about to suffocate in pain.
“Be more specific. What do you not like about me? If you’re bored, why don’t we go on a trip? If we use the intercontinental railroad, we can travel safely. We can go wherever you want.”
Traveling with Ryle.
She’d never done that before. In her entire life and marriage, Feryana had only ever gone to the royal capital. Both her parents and husband were overprotective of her. As such, when she heard his offer, she almost faltered.
—but now wasn’t the time to be swayed by something like that.
Feryana gathered her courage.
“N-no, that’s not what I’m talking about…”
Suddenly, she came up with an idea.
I have to somehow make Ryle hate me…
Thus, she decided to be the most despicable woman ever.
“I… I’m seeing someone else. You see, I have an affair. Which is why, this loveless marriage… Let’s not proceed with it?”
At that moment, her handsome husband’s face became steep.
He’d never shown such an expression before, and she almost screamed in fright.
He was glaring resentfully at her.
“…Please tell me who it is. I shall investigate if he’s the right person for you.”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“It’s not uncommon for nobles to have lovers. Unfortunately, a child that comes from an affair can’t be an heir to the marquis family. But if that’s what it takes for you to stay in this marriage, I’ll allow you to have one or two lovers.”
Speechless, Feryana’s eyes went wide in shock.
Why would Ryle—a man of integrity—proposed such an immoral proposal? Was she mistaken about him?
His voice, telling her that it was only natural to have lovers, echoed frigidly in her mind.
Did that mean that he’d be having an affair too? Or, perhaps, already have…
The image of Ryle being surrounded by mistress was simply too much.
Surprised by the loud voice of his usually graceful wife, Ryle’s indigo eyes went wide.
Feryana was as astonished as he was.
“So… it turns out that you have someone you love, and yet are forcing yourself to continue with this fake marriage…”
“…A fake marriage?”
“—I, like I said, I really hate it—! I’ll have a talk with His Majesty the King—! I know I’m being selfish and none of this is your fault, hence why we should conclude this as soon as possible—!”
But suddenly, her husband rushed towards her.
“—I’m asking who it is!”
Ryle stared straight into her eyes, raising his voice as if he was on his limit.
“How dare he deceive someone as innocent as you! He must be the one who told you to say these absurd things! But as a man who wishes for your happiness, I can’t accept this divorce!”
Feryana’s heart shook violently at his outrageous words.
Perhaps due to inheriting the title at a very young age, Ryle grew up to be a calm and level-headed man. He was a strong-willed man, adhering to his mission. Even with fatal injuries, he didn’t fail in ensuring the princess’ safety. Until his last breath, Feryana was all that he worried about.
So why would someone like that object to a divorce so vehemently?
“If you wish, I’ll turn a blind eye to your affair. I’ll also provide a place where you can have a secret meeting with him without worry. But I won’t accept the divorce. Your husband will forever be me!”
Then, he pulled her into his arms and smothered her with kisses, over and over again.
In his strong embrace, Feryana drowned in happiness as she accepted his kisses…
…Even though she’d been prepared to never be embraced by him again.
She’d already lost everything from the moment he died.
From that moment, she was forced to accept that she’d never be enveloped in his strong arms, kissed by his sweet lips, or tickled by his hot breath.
Yes, from that moment, everything slipped through her fingers.
“No… Divorce me, please…”
As tears glittered in her amethyst eyes, Feryana pleaded.
The merciless kisses melted her lips and sealed her moment. As he locked eyes with her, passion burned in his indigo eyes.
“…You’re still saying that?”
His low, fleeting voice echoed bitterly.
“…Because, I want us to separate, I don’t want to be with you…”
With her as his wife, he’d just be sacrificing himself again.
Therefore, it’d be better for him to spend his time with someone he truly cherished rather than letting him protect her—rather than letting him die.
If only he were still alive…
But Feryana’s ardent wish didn’t reach him.
After being subdued by the kisses, she was lifted up by Ryle.
Instinctively, as usual, Feryana put her arms around his neck.
From the time they first met, when she was still fifteen, Ryle used to carry her in such a way.
In fact, even on the day he met his demise.
“…No matter how much you love him, you chose me to be your husband.”
While listening to her husband’s dark tone, sweet numbness dominated her body. She should have resisted him—but she couldn’t.
“Ah… Ryle, aah, ah—!”
Getting down on all fours to receive her husband was an incredibly lewd act for the newlywed Feryana.
Even more so when she was taught by her tutor that the act of consummation was supposed to proceed calmly between the couple, while facing each other.
But after three years, Feryana knew that there was more than one way to make love with her husband. Sometimes, she’d be cocooned in his embrace as she sat facing him, and some other time, she’d be riding him.
—There’s no limit, Ryle used to say.
Thus, they’d make love with the fervor of a beast.
“…Do you dislike it? For someone as innocent as you to be this lewd…”
“—No, ah, don’t say that… Too rough, ah—!”
He grasped her waist and thrusted wildly into her.
Each time their hips met and her deepest part was pierced, Feryana couldn’t control her voice and let out an obscene moan.
Ryle carried her to the bedroom and devoured her like a beast.
Feryana held on to her conviction, but her body immediately submitted to her husband. As they sunk deeper into the act, he laid Feryana on his stomach and lifted her hips.
Even though it was the second time, he rammed her from below like there was no tomorrow.
Lost in ecstasy, Feryana shook her hips on her own.
“—How obscene… Did your affair partner teach you this?”
“I-I don’t know… Ah, Ryle, it feels so good, so good…!”
The fear of his death, the loss of her loved one—all drove her insane.
While single-mindedly chasing for pleasure, she ran her fingers through her hair.
She wanted to forget everything. She wanted to believe that in his strong arms, absolutely nothing could happen.
But in her desolate mind, the bloodied visage of her husband flashed repeatedly—his colorless lips, which would never move again.
“—Nooo! Have mercy, no…!”
In frenzy, she tried to escape, but he held her down.
Even though she was restrained, Feryana’s body writhed in delight, squeezing her husband.
“W-what’s the matter? You’re tightening around me… How greedy you’re, clinging to me like this… I’m sorry for being such a bland husband… But right now, I’m the one pleasuring you, don’t you ever forget this!”
Feryana cried in delight as her waist bucked in pleasure.
Both her sweat and tears dissolved into the sheets, and every time she exploded in pleasure, wanton cries would erupt from her.
“…Why can’t you understand… How do I feel? I’ve been longing for you… all this time!”
Tormented by the relentless climax, Feryana’s consciousness was dulled.
While she could hear his voice, she didn’t quite understand what he was implying.
“Ah, it feels good, it feels so good…!”
“…I know. I know that you like it rough… After all, I was the one who taught you everything…!”
“Nnh, aah… Ryle, I’m coming—”
“I love you… You belong to me.”
Feryana let out a cry as a stream of hot droplets burst in her belly.
The testimony of their lovemaking overflowed from her innermost part. The pleasure was so much to the point she shuddered. Feryana reached climax after climax each time Ryle thrusted into her and filled her to the brim.
When she was finally released, only their rough breathings resounded in the room.
She was made to lie on her back again as Ryle approached her.
He fondled her still-sensitive breasts with both hands while licking the inside of her ear.
“…Not yet. You’ll see for yourself, the kind of man you chose to be your husband.”
Tears were overflowing from her eyes, but her heart was brimming with happiness.
Her happiness was beyond words. How happy she’d be if she could remain by his side. Or if, in that final moment, Ryle didn’t protect her. If she had died in his place.
—If she didn’t lose him.
—If she wasn’t left behind.
“…I’ll be the death of you.”
Feryana whispered meekly.
She never intended to tell him. if she confided in him, who had a strong sense of responsibility, he’d definitely go to great lengths to protect her. She was aware of that.
But his words didn’t only make her happy, but also weakened her resolve.
Perhaps, she was indeed a spoiled and selfish princess.
Ryle’s voice was full of shock.
Considering his own wife said that to him, it was only to be expected.
“Two years later, I’ll ignore your advice and go to the slums in the South to help. An epidemic would spread, so I wanted to reach out to the famished. You’d advise me against it, but I still go to that place. As a result, I got caught up in a riot. You’d come to my rescue… And meet your own demise.”
Feryana reached out to her husband’s face, fondly caressing his firm cheeks, thick eyebrows, and shapely lips.
“Everything is my fault. You shouldn’t have died. At least, not like that. It would’ve been better if I had died instead… Without you, it’s meaningless for me to live.”
She whispered; her voice faltering.
In this marriage, she was the only one in love. In the first place, they wouldn’t be married if she’d insisted on it. Ryle, a man with a strong sense of responsibility, was merely going along with her whims.
In truth, she hated him. She hated him for leaving her behind.
“—I know. You were ordered by my father to marry me. You must think of me as crazy for saying something like this, but… I never want you to die protecting me. So please, divorce me.”
Ryle took her hand and pressed his lips against her delicate palm.
“…I didn’t marry you out of duty.”
In confusion, Feryana uttered his name.
“I should’ve told you of how much I love you—that you’re precious to me.”
“B-but, wasn’t it because I’m a princess?”
While Ryle wasn’t talkative, there were times when he said he loved her.
Sometimes, in a sincere tone, he’d profess his love.
However, Feryana always assumed that he did it because he was a dutiful husband, while she was the woman who loved him and demanded him to spend the remainder of his life with her.
“It seems that I’ll have to confess the truth. From the moment I laid my eyes on you, you… became my everything. However, if I openly admitted my feelings, I wouldn’t be able to remain by your side as your escort. In the royal castle, I always tried to fulfill my role as your escort to the best of my ability. But after getting married, I shouldn’t have concealed my true feelings.”
Feryana, who gradually regained her senses, stiffened.
Discovering that Ryle felt that way about her made her soar to Heaven. After all, she was in love with him.
On the other hand, she was also scared.
What if he used that as a reason to refuse the divorce?
Even if she were to appeal to the king and manage to get a divorce, what if he protected her from behind the scenes? Somehow, she knew he’d do that. Such was the man of conviction by the name of Ryle.
“…Rest assured. The anti-royalist in the South of the royal capital that you speak of… have already been arrested. That’s why I’ve been so busy lately. With the right support, the area will overcome poverty and improve.”
Feryana stared blankly at her husband.
Of course, she had no clue of such a development. Before she went back in time, that area was the poorest part of the royal capital.
Hence why the anti-royalist faction spread and the commotion never ended.
Still, wouldn’t Ryle protect her nonetheless?
…He’d just die in a different scenario, then—
—such was Feryana’s biggest fear.
“…Apparently, you see me as such an unreliable man.”
Ryle sprawled down and pulled Feryana into his arms.
At the comfort of their bare skins overlapping with each other, she sighed in relief. As he gently kissed her forehead and cheeks, a warm sensation engulfed her heart.
Of course, her anxiety remained.
However, in the new world, Ryle quickly nipped the cause of her fear in the bud.
He even embraced her in reassurance.
“I never thought of you that way.”
“Then, please believe in me. I’ll never leave you behind, or alone and sad. So, please don’t try to fake an affair to get away from me… Of course, cheating is also not allowed.”
Feryana smiled faintly and buried her face in his chest.
Yet, she couldn’t afford to nod. Even now, she could still remember the feeling of his lifeless body in her arms, slowly losing its warmth…
…The pain would probably never go away, at least not when she was still in love with Ryle.
While she wanted to believe in him, she didn’t want to lose this warmth.
Though she wasn’t ready to decide her future, Feryana wanted her husband to hold her tight forever.
Therefore, she mustn’t run away.
Ryle Hendrik, Marquis of Weatherk, sighed in rapture as he embraced his wife, who was sound asleep.
A beauty with illustrious hair as if it was woven with moonlight and a pair of enigmatic amethyst eyes. Such was the treasure of the Kingdom of Rosalyn—Feryana.
At the same time, she was also his wife, and to him, she was even more important than his own life.
From the moment he first beheld her bashful smile, Feryana became the one and only woman in his life.
He was willing to do anything for her—anything.
He’d eradicated the ringleaders of the anti-royalist faction at the slums South of the royal capital.
While he told her that he’d captured them, he executed most of them. After all, why should he keep them alive? For the crime of murdering and separating him from his dear wife, they had to die.
Of course, he wouldn’t let the kind-hearted Feryana know.
Ryle also had a vision of the future.
Or rather, the memories of regret of a man who departed from this world while leaving his wife behind.
At that moment, he cursed the world and God.
He had no intention of dying. The beautiful Feryana—the beloved daughter of the royal couple—would never remain as a widow.
Despite loving his daughter, the king wasn’t so generous as to not replace Ryle with the most able man among his vassals. There were 50,000 men who were willing to dirty their hands if it meant obtaining the treasure of the kingdom.
Feryana was a benevolent fairy who belonged to Ryle. Rather than leaving her behind, he’d rather that they departed from the world together, for he couldn’t bear the notion of her smiling at another man.
Thus, his solid conviction reversed even his death.
Before he knew it, he woke up one morning, about three months after his marriage.
Knowing he went back in time, the first thing Ryle did was wipe out the anti-royalists in the slums. The kingdom loathed their existence, but spared them when the church and the kind-hearted princess insisted that they had a right to live.
Certainly, everyone had the right to life.
…Except for those who tried to kidnap the princess who showed mercy for them.
While he was able to foil the kidnapping, he fell victim to their plot.
No matter how many times he recalled it, he cursed his own ignorance.
Even though there were many ways to protect Feryana without himself getting harmed. But at that time, Ryle only ever cared about his wife.
He cared about her safety more than dying.
He was just a foolish man.
If it’d crossed his mind that she might get remarried, he wouldn’t have acted so recklessly.
No matter what happens in the future, Ryle would protect his wife while also making sure that he survived—
—So that Feryana would remain his wife.
“…Mm, stay, don’t go…”
In his arms, Feryana muttered sorrowfully.
She must be having a terrible nightmare.
It wasn’t easy to persuade her, who was scarred by the memory of that day. Nevertheless, as if he could accept the divorce. In the first place, who would’ve thought that Feryana would also retain her previous memories? But if it caused her to love him even more, then maybe it wasn’t so bad. Now, it was just a matter of how to convince her that it was better for them to stay married.
There were already several ways to threaten the king and his wife, so even if she went to them, the divorce wouldn’t take place. Regardless, he wanted his wife to stay by his side of her own accord.
—Even more so after hearing that she wanted a divorce out of concern for him.
Of course, the moment she told him that she loved someone else, he saw red. All he could ever think about was finding out who that man was and kill him. But it turned out to be a lie, so it didn’t matter.
Ryle leaned closer to his wife’s ear and softly whispered.
“I’ll never leave you again, so please don’t leave me.”
Feryana happily snuggled against him, and fell into a deep slumber once again.
Ryle gently rubbed her back in satisfaction.
I was chilling and all until it was revealed that dude eradicated all if not at least part of the slums…
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