Volume 3 Episode 14 – Love must surely be empathy


I Just Wanted to Call Off the Arranged Marriage With the Princessโ€”Someone I Could Never Possibly Be a Match Forโ€”But for Some Reason, She Took a Liking to Me and Is Now Closing in on Me


โ€œHere you go.โ€

She handed me the ring as if it were no big deal.

She said she wanted to walk home today, so we sent the carriage ahead, and this happened along the way.

โ€œโ€ฆThanks.โ€

There wasn’t a shred of emotion or atmosphere to it.

I wasn’t looking for any of that, but at the same time, I can’t help but wonder, โ€œWhat’s up with this?โ€ Such is the complexity of a man’s heart. Or rather, I’m the one who paid for it, right?ใ€€Well, actually, I sent the bill to my parentsโ€™ house, so strictly speaking, it wasnโ€™t me.

The ring rested in the palm of my hand.

A black gem sat atop the setting.

When I raised it to my face and held it up next to Irisโ€™s eyes, the hues were strikingly similar. Deep as the night, yet with a faint glimmer.

โ€œI guess you could call it an engagement ring.โ€

โ€œRight?โ€

Iris held up her own ring.

Hers was a nearly transparent silver, close to the color of my eyes.

Giving the other person the color of your own eyes.

In this country, it was a straightforward courtship gesture, and as an engagement ring, it was a common choice. Iโ€™d thought it might be unpopular with young ladies who constantly chase trendsโ€”it felt like an old customโ€”but since itโ€™s actually popular, I guess a womanโ€™s heart is as changeable as the weather.

Though, this was the first time Iโ€™d ever seen one that was black.

I held it up to the setting sunโ€ฆ and for some reason, just slipped it into my pocket.

Instantly, Irisโ€™s eyes narrowed and grew sharp.

โ€œPut it on your finger.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t feel like it.โ€

โ€œWhy not?โ€

Why, you ask?

โ€œBecause I have no intention of getting engaged.โ€

That was the truth. I didnโ€™t want to get engaged.

Perhaps sensing that, Iris looked slightly hurt. It wasnโ€™t like I wanted to make her look that way. But turning down an engagement means hurting someone, regardless of whether you have feelings for them or not.

I donโ€™t want Iris to hate meโ€ฆ

So, as if making an excuse, I voiced the true feelings Iโ€™d been too embarrassed to share with anyone but the Queen until now.

โ€œIf weโ€™re going to be that kind of relationshipโ€ฆ I want to fall in love properly.โ€

Even though my throat is dry and it hurts.

Only my skin felt burning hot and damp.

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โ€”I want to fall in love properly.

Ahโ€ฆ a strong sense of empathy filled my heart. It resonated, making my body tremble like a bell.

I understand what he wants to say.

But thatโ€™s not the literal meaning. I can read the true meaning hidden within. It must be because of now. If this had been said during our arranged marriage meeting, I think I would have taken it at face value.

But because weโ€™ve been together all this time, even if itโ€™s been less than half a year. Because weโ€™ve lived together, I understand.

โ€•โ€•I want to be special.

Thatโ€™s all.

Not the viscountโ€™s third son. Not just a spare.

Not the third princess. Not the reincarnation of a black-haired, black-eyed, nation-shattering witch.

Not a role.

I want to be someone whoโ€™s needed by someone. I want to be special.

Thatโ€™s surely an ordinary thingโ€ฆ but for us, it was something so distant that even hoping for it felt presumptuous.

But, I hold out hope. My heart grows warm.

Even though everyone else looks away when they see my black hair and black eyes.

With Lucianโ€”who showed not even a hint of disgust, but only the perfectly natural feeling that arranged marriages are a hassleโ€”

โ€”maybe itโ€™s okay to wish for an ordinary love.

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โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆKeep that.โ€

After a long silence, Iris said.

โ€œYou donโ€™t have to wear it, but if I ever need itโ€ฆ will you put it on?โ€

Her smile, as if savoring her joy, left me speechless.

That time will never come. I donโ€™t want it to.

โ€œI told you I donโ€™t want to be engaged, didnโ€™t I? Why are you soโ€ฆโ€

โ€œLucian.โ€

When she called my name, I lifted my lowered eyelids to see Iris closing the distance, taking one step, then two.

Seeing me blink, Iris tilted her head. Her black hair flowed smoothly with her movement.

โ€œโ€ฆTouch my hair.โ€

Why?

Though I found it strange, I had no reason to refuse, so I touched her with my fingertips, brushing away the bangs that fell over her eyesโ€”and just then, Iris smiled a sly grin that seemed to melt into the setting sun.


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