Volume 3 Episode 7 – Sometimes I just want to be alone


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€œHmm, well, whatever. Either way, itโ€™s just a matter of sooner or later.โ€

Thatโ€™s not okay.

Couldnโ€™t you give it a little more thought? Itโ€™s my life, too, you know.

Of course, my inner voice didnโ€™t reach His Majesty, and he pulled out a small box. Inside was a surprisingly simple silver ring, lacking the flashiness one might expect from royalty.

โ€œIs this an engagement ring?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s right. A treasured heirloom passed down through the royal family for generationsโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll pass.โ€

Like Iโ€™d ever accept something like that.

โ€œโ€”Not that, but itโ€™s something my wife and I used to wear when we were young.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s still a heavy burden, though.โ€

You shouldnโ€™t be using that for your daughterโ€™s engagement. Even if youโ€™re going to give her a ring, couldnโ€™t you find something a little lighter, emotionally speaking? Not that Iโ€™d ever wear it, though.ใ€€An engagement ring? Weโ€™re not even engaged.

โ€œIs it not to your liking?โ€

โ€œPlease keep that, Your Majesty, along with your memories.โ€

โ€œThen, which would you prefer: this, or getting a ring yourself?โ€

โ€œWell, obviously Iโ€™d get my ownโ€ฆ ah.โ€

The Emperorโ€™s face lit up with a look of triumph.

I glanced over at Iris, who was grinning mischievously, and realized Iโ€™d been skillfully led into this.

โ€œYou tricked me, didnโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œI havenโ€™t put it on yet.โ€

He taps my left ring finger lightly.

Well, if itโ€™s an engagement ring for His Majesty and the Queen, of course itโ€™s better to get one myself. But I donโ€™t even need an engagement ring in the first placeโ€”why am I being made to choose?

Itโ€™s just a word game.

I could just yell that this is cheating and invalid, but the other party is, after all, His Majesty. If it were just Iris, I wouldnโ€™t mind, but Iโ€™m torn about whether I should just brush this off. Honestly, Iโ€™m even starting to wonder if it was right of me to refuse the engagement with Iris just because I โ€œdidnโ€™t likeโ€ it.

That Father and daughter are both grinning like idiots.

I used to think they didnโ€™t look alike at all, but maybe they actually have some similarities after all.

I let out a sigh.

I guess I gave in, or maybe I was just careless.

โ€œFine, fine, I get it. Iโ€™ll just have to get the ring ready, right?โ€

โ€œGood, youโ€™re being cooperative.โ€

โ€œEven though you didnโ€™t give me a chance to resist.โ€

Without warning, we were whisked straight from the academy to the royal castle.

I didnโ€™t even have time to brace myself. They came here to finish me off from the start, didnโ€™t they?

โ€œBut Iโ€™m going to decide for myself whether or not I wear the ring, okay?โ€

โ€œGo ahead.โ€

It was a casual reply.

I never sense any passion in Iris. Sheโ€™s basically detached. Sheโ€™s a princess like a winter night. So why on earth would she want an engagement ring? And why now, of all times?

ใ€€ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†

โ€œโ€”She said she wants an engagement ring. What do you think?โ€

Instead of the salon, Iโ€™d come to the back of the school building for lunch break today. Iโ€™d called Aisia over and was discussing what happened yesterday.

Her face was smiling as usual, but the corners of her mouth were twitching. Is she feeling under the weather?

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆWhat do you mean? I mean, umโ€ฆ do you know what โ€˜tactโ€™ is?โ€

โ€œSomeone once told me at a party I went to a while back that Iโ€™m fundamentally rude.โ€

โ€œI guess so.โ€

I donโ€™t get why sheโ€™s so convinced.

She looks unusually tired; maybe the student council is a lot of work. Should I help out sometime? I donโ€™t say it out loudโ€”Iโ€™d be in trouble if she took my polite offer seriouslyโ€”but I am genuinely worried.

But right now, I want her to listen to my problem.

โ€œFirst of all, are you two even engaged?โ€

โ€œNo, weโ€™re not.โ€

โ€œThen I donโ€™t think itโ€™s necessary.โ€

โ€œI agree.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆHavenโ€™t you reached a conclusion yet? What exactly is this consultation about?โ€

Aisia, sitting next to me with her back against the tree trunk, looks confused.

โ€œBecause His Majesty and Iris said they wanted it.โ€

โ€œYou couldnโ€™t refuse?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆCouldnโ€™t you refuse, Aisia?โ€

โ€œNo way.โ€

Well, then itโ€™s impossible.

โ€œBut I thought you would refuse. I thought you were the type who didnโ€™t care about that sort of thing.โ€

โ€œWhat kind of type?โ€

โ€œThe type who can say โ€˜noโ€™ to things you donโ€™t like.โ€

Was I wrong? She hugged her knees and tilted her head.

The sunlight filtering through the branches reflected off her icy eyes. It was a glow unlike that of a gemstoneโ€”one that held a fragility, as if it might melt away at any moment. Unable to keep looking directly at her, I turned my face away from her.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆI got tricked into it after some negotiations.โ€

โ€œI see.โ€

She didnโ€™t seem to be taking me seriously.

Deep, deep inside. It felt as if the part of me I usually hide was being scratched by her nails.

โ€œI think you should just do whatever you want.โ€

Suddenly, she took my hand.

Her skin, translucent in the sunlight, was cold enough to remind me of snow. But her voice lacked its usual neutral, low tone; instead, it held a feminine warmth and richness.

Like a princess, Aisia smiled.

โ€œIโ€™m sure that will be the ending I desire.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆNot me?โ€

โ€œOf course not.โ€

As if she were a different person, her demeanor shifted back to that of a prince.

โ€œIโ€™m allowed to put myself first, arenโ€™t I?โ€

ใ€€ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†

Today, I decided not to take the carriage and to walk home instead.

Iris saw me off without saying much; she just said, โ€œSee you,โ€ and walked away briskly. It was a simple farewell. I still donโ€™t quite understand the distance between us.

Sometimes she touches me, other times she doesnโ€™t even notice me.

Maybe itโ€™s this kind of freedom that makes things difficult.

My decision to go home alone wasnโ€™t based on any particular plan. I just felt like walking and wanted to be by myself. Lately, Iโ€™ve mostly been with Iris, so I havenโ€™t had much time to myself.

I donโ€™t find that suffocating, but I suppose I need some time like this too.

โ€œMaybe I should grab a drink at the tavern for a changeโ€ฆ?โ€

Just as I was thinking, โ€œThat might be nice,โ€ and trying to blend into the bustling noise of the town, a head of black hair caught the corner of my eye. Could it be? Did Iris beat me here? I thought that would be scary in its own way, but it wasnโ€™t her.

For starters, the height was different. She was much shorter than Iris and wearing a maidโ€™s uniform. Even in the crowded capital, black hair was rare, and when combined with a maidโ€™s uniform, I could only think of one person.

โ€œIf I recall correctlyโ€ฆ Irisโ€™s younger sister?โ€

No, or was it someone who looked like her younger sister?

I think her name was Lilium. Since it was before we entered the academy and we hardly spoke, my memory was hazy, but that was probably it. That girl was arguing with a man who looked like the shopkeeper right in front of the tavern.

Or rather, the man was ranting at her one-sidedly, and Lilium looked completely terrified. Iโ€™d stumbled into a messy situation. I was inwardly groaning, but even I wouldnโ€™t just stand by and watch a young childโ€”someone my acquaintance cares forโ€”get into a fight.

โ€œWho would sell alcohol to an unlucky child like youโ€”โ€

โ€œUnlucky? What did you say?โ€

When I spoke up, a stern face turned toward me.

With a low, threatening voice and a scowling expression, that tough-looking guy was certainly intimidating. But that look only lasted a moment; when I looked down past his neck, his eyes widened in surprise.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry to have shown you such a messy scene. Is there anything youโ€™d like to buy?โ€

His attitude changed instantly, and he flashed a sales-pitch smile that seemed to say, โ€œHere I am!โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s up with that?โ€ I thought, but then it hit meโ€”it must be the uniform. Schools in the capital are places where nobles attend, unless youโ€™re a scholarship student. Wearing a uniform probably means he recognizes me as a nobleโ€™s child.

Is this like an ID card or something? I tugged at the collar, and it snapped into place.

Huh?

A smile spread across my face. I ruffled Liliumโ€™s black hair as she looked up at me anxiously, then turned to the old man at the bar and ordered with a smile.

โ€œThis girlโ€™s my little sister. I asked her to run an errand for meโ€”is that rude or something?โ€

It was kind of amusing to watch his tanned, tough-looking face turn pale right before my eyes.


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