My Sickly Fiancé Won’t Let Me Go

This was an utterly absurd marriage from the beginning.

The daughter of a declining count’s family and the sole heir of an ancient ducal family.

If he hadn’t had a serious chronic illness, and if my body didn’t naturally generate healing power

it would have been an engagement that could never have existed in the first place.

I had always thought so.

“I still need you. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Young master…….”

“Stay by my side, please.”

Despite having a deeply rooted incurable disease, he was a perfectly lovable person.

Therefore, I could never have imagined.

That he was someone from the underworld who could overthrow the Emperor of the Empire.

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Jace Riverton lifted his head as if entranced.

Rosaline stood there, drying her long hair with a towel.

Wearing just a single robe, without any weap*ns.

“The clothes I came in…… have disappeared.”

Her large pink eyes, like rain-soaked flower petals, caught his gaze.

Jace unconsciously gripped the armrest tightly.

The snow-white slippers that had been far away approached with soft rustling sounds across the carpet.

Those small feet that his strength could easily crush were fearlessly approaching him.

Her fragile gestures were utterly destructive.

“……Why.”

For reasons unknown, he simply could not destroy her.

Even though Rosaline Brienne was inevitably destined to meet her death at the hands of Jace Riverton.