“Are you really okay?”
“Yes.
Thank you for today, my lady.
And you too, Duke.
Please come home safely.”
Yasiris, who had returned to the Imperial Palace, sent Duke and Duchess Blake away stiffly.
She felt sorry for their worry, but she could not trust the Emperor's loyal subjects.
What if they were pretending from the beginning to make Yasiris lower her guard?
Their master hates her very much.
Even the Emperor allowing the Duke to accompany Yasiris abroad may have been a tactic to lower her guard.
While part of her mind thought it was excessive suspicion, it could not calm her heart beating with anxiety.
“Stay outside until I call you.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Yasiris fired the maid who was with her constantly and locked herself in her room alone.
I closed the curtains darkly and sank into deep thoughts.
He said he would rather kill Yasiris than see her produce an heir.
The image of her husband showing obvious contempt echoed in her mind.
A cold sweat broke out, and she trembled as if she had directly encountered his murderous intent.
If he hated Yasiris so much, he shouldn't be sharing a bed with her.
He kept hugging her, just showing such an attitude now.
She already has a baby inside her.
“Hypocrite...”
Her heart was painted with stains of anger, fear, and betrayal.
The result of being forced into her husband's arms so far has been this.
A plot to kill her rather than allow her to give birth to an heir to Tinilath with her blood.
Yasiris gritted her teeth.
It wasn't just her life that was threatened, but the fact that the child's life was at stake made her heart grow cold.
At first, she even doubted whether the Emperor was really talking about her.
When I asked, didn't he respond as if he would treat the baby badly if it was born?
So don't even dream about it.
But the word “Empress” she constantly heard and the person who could say such things to him only referred to her.
There were only two wives for Kazan.
He declared that he would not accept another wife, and since he loved Ronelia, the arrow could only point to her.
“A dirty dog in estrus”
Today, Yasiris has transcended the limits of the curses she can pronounce.
For the first time in her life, she spat out obscenities, and her eyes were filled with gloomy anger and helplessness.
Bastard. irresponsible. killer.
Isn't it enough that he killed her fiancé?
Now he is targeting her life and the life of her child?
Yasiris bit her lip and stared at her wedding ring.
She squeezed it tightly, as if she was going to tear it off immediately in resentment
She wanted to get rid of him from her body, but she couldn't force herself to do it.
She still has things to protect...
The people you need to protect…
Someone she could count on, even if just a little...
That's all you're useful for...a reason to endure, anything...
Is there anything left?
Yasiris stood expressionless, staring into space with unfocused eyes.
She heard ringing in her ears, as if someone was blowing a whistle near her.
Her body showed symptoms of distress from extreme disgust.
“Oh…oh, oh!”
As soon as she ran to the bathroom, Yasaris vomited violently, breathing hard and harshly.
The pain from overeating twisted her intestines as if they were in knots.
A new wave of anxiety washed over her along with a delayed stomach ache.
She held her stomach with one arm, muttering softly.
“It's okay.
Everything will be okay.
I'll protect you...”
Child.
Yasiris realized.
All she has left is herself and the baby in her womb.
But as it stands, she will lose herself and the child.
So to survive, she had no choice but to escape.
“Has the Empress locked herself in her room again?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.
You have not taken a single step since the last exit.”
Kazan frowned.
He sent her abroad to freshen up, but she came back in worse condition.
“Summon Duke Blake.”
Temsian shook his head as soon as he was summoned.
“Well, we had a pleasant and peaceful meal… but her expression hardened once we returned to the Imperial Palace.”
It wasn't a lie, though he had left out the part about their visit to the market.
Kazan, who did not designate any other guard dogs, had no choice but to interpret it differently.
So, Yasiris really wanted out.
He thought it would be a good idea to keep her confined since she wasn't very active, but she was quietly fading away.
Kazan was disturbed by Yasiris's increasing sadness and weakness.
If this continued, he might have to follow Viscount Lavaro's advice and be sent to a resort.
Losing her forever was definitely not what he wanted.
“Resort...”
Kazan suddenly looked at the pile of papers on his desk.
He remembered seeing that word in one of the documents he had mercilessly rejected.
Looks like he's going to have to go out of his way for a while.
He quickly found the required document.
When he was about to change his mind, he hesitated.
He could already imagine the Chancellor's reaction if he only took Yasaris with him.
Not long ago, didn't he make comments supporting Runelia instead of Yasaris?
The problem was that Yasiris was not yet pregnant.
Many nobles were rushing this process, fearing that the precious Tenilath dynasty would come to an end.
The advisor was the most frank among them.
Although he helped craft a secret agreement that ensured there would be no real intimacy, he sometimes requested that Kazan spend nights with Runelia.
He was right.
The Duke Chancellor Zibekin Barilio had too much power to be manipulated by the fake wife.
Hence, his advice was undoubtedly for the sake of Osifia's empire...
Kazan didn't bother to hide his contempt for Runelia.
Her plans to carry his seeds were completely shameful.
He only agreed to one of Runelia's requests.
Pretending to love her in public.
Her suggestion was that if he visited her at night, it would make no difference to his relationship with the Empress.
One of the reasons for bringing a wife was to further undermine Yasaris's position, so he agreed.
But Runelia increasingly pushed the boundaries.
“Hmm.”
It is better to leave the wife behind.
Kazan began writing elegantly on the document.
Since the trip was for Yasaris's recovery, bringing Runelia, who would only cause stress, was not appropriate.
If you think about it, is this the first flight with Yasaris?
The thought made Kazan stop.
After thinking for a moment, he slowly added more details.
Request arrangements to make the trip as comfortable and relaxing as possible, unlike a typical country visit.
“Journey...”
Kazan repeated the word, and looked at the signed document thoughtfully.
He still doesn't know the status of his reign with Yasaris or how to treat her, making this decision seem hasty.
But Yasiris needed to withdraw, so this was necessary, he concluded for himself.
Feeling a hint of anticipation was definitely just an illusion.
Yasiris thought as she lay on the bed, worrying endlessly again.
How can she escape?
How can she and her child safely escape Kazan's grasp in a way that will not harm the Kingdom of Beren?
It's been days since she started planning her escape.
She couldn't risk writing it down, so she formulated and completely rattled off dozens of plans in her mind.
Escaping the Imperial Palace unnoticed was difficult enough, and even more difficult was navigating a capital I had only explored once.
Crossing the empire's borders and getting out of the emperor's reach was almost impossible.
If she had one ally.
If there was someone beside her willing to help, she might have a chance.
The first two people that came to her mind were Duke and Duchess Blake.
But they were loyal subjects of Kazan; If she asked for their help, they would imprison her instead.
They were only nice to her because she had the name Tinilath.
The maid who stayed by her side all day and Viscount Lavaro were not options either.
In fact, she had to deceive them, so she prepared lies for them.
Asking anyone from Beren, like Miquelon, for help was unthinkable.
She would be grateful if they did not report her to Kazan, arguing that Ozevia was the only place that would accept her.
“Really...”
There is no one for her.
Yasiris let out a desperate sigh.
She covered her face with one arm, sinking into swamp-like thoughts.
She spent her life working for others, but it was all in vain.
No tears fell.
Her feelings were dry and brittle, making her mind numb.
She needed to escape somehow, but no way seemed possible.
Every path seemed to lead to an inevitable fate of death.
“…What should I do?”
What should you do?
All she has left is the child, but she is so helpless that she cannot even protect him.
Yasiris was lost in thoughts of an uncertain future, trembling with anxiety as she clutched her gradually swollen stomach.
Then, upon receiving unexpected news from the maid, Yasiris's eyes widened.
“His Majesty orders to accompany him on the next journey to the Kingdom of Hirti.”
Ah,
This is her chance.