My Fiancée Hates Me

Chapter 81: Miserable

It is my fault the world becomes distorted... Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Everything I said earlier pointed out that my love for Prince Erik was the sole reason for his death. I

learned that his own father and current King Arundel abandoned his own lover for political power. To

anyone else who did not understand a Noble's duty, doing that would be abominable, but I understood

him fully and would have done the same thing if I were him.

As a Prince, he was trained since young to be fair and righteous. His retainers gave him limited toys,

would purposefully give him tasteless food along with tasty food, and eliminated anything he especially

liked as well. Each action was made in order to condition Prince Erik in order to avoid creating a tyrant

who lived on violence and greed.

Even I as his would be fiancée was chosen because of several factors consisting of my family's

pedigree, education, beauty, fertility, ability to be fair, and slightly dull personality that would make it

difficult to get strongly attached to.

I ruined it all...

While I was receiving education on how to be a proper Crown Princess, I was constantly told not to

think that I owned Prince Erik's heart.

Many of my predecessors fell to ruin that way and either made a mess of the harems by spreading

rumors of each other, hitting each other, and even poisoning each other. When they realized that they

could still not win the Kings' love, they either hung themselves, cut themselves, and or went mad.

On our wedding day, he swore to love and protect me through everything. I just smiled bitterly because

I knew that he could not do that because of his position. One wife does not automatically put me above

the rest of the kingdom. I loved him and considered him as my Hero, but that did not mean that I

wanted him to choose me over kingdom. Having such thoughts would only mean ruin to the kingdom.

Our relationship was toxic because of his deep devotion to me. I ruined him when I desired his love and

made him develop a need to protect me. He encountered many hardships in order to protect me. Some

of them consisted of him ignoring his Advisors in taking anymore brides for political marriages and

constantly pushing himself with more work than necessary.

He does not care enough for himself. When he encountered me, his thoughts clouded from his need to

protect me. That is why he did not hesitate to jump in front of a dagger despite being King.

That is the most unforgivable act he could do as a ruler...act on emotions.

I tried to break off everything in order to redo our love so that it would not be possible this time again.

"I can assure Prince Erik a life of happiness by exiting his life. I was the one being led on a ruse," I said

to myself as I covered my face with my hands. "Haha...this is true despair."

I told him that I hated him because his love was overbearing. That could not be further from the truth.

I wanted to drown in his love but at what cost?

He was the type to give his all for everything including love even if it meant hurting himself, so I had to

do it. I had to become the necessary evil to change him to a person who puts rationality above his own

feelings.

By doing so, he will never try to sacrifice himself again for someone else...

I felt sorry about his next partner but also wanted him to learn how to be a little more self-centered from

our messed-up relationship.

The rain had come down in a downpour on my body as I walked back to the Academy after getting off

of my carriage halfway.

I wanted to walk a little longer in the rain. I felt as if the world was crying at my misery with me when the

grey skies started pouring rain down on me and my self-pity.

Usually, I would have hated the rain. However, today I felt unusually comforted by how the rain made

my entire body go numb.

I soon saw an umbrella go over my head.

"Arielle..."

Along with the pitter patter sounds of the rain, a familiar voice and face came by to soothe my heart as

if it were predetermined by a cruel God.

"Garett..."

Did he come looking for me in this rain?

"Follow me...You are soaked to the bone," Garett said as he pulled me by his hand.

Garett brought me back to his room and handed me a towel over my head for me to clean myself off.

"...I am going to start the bath for you," Garett said as he went to the bathroom.

I followed after Garett and pushed him into the bath and got in the full-sized bathtub with him and

hugged him.

"...Can you hug me tightly in your arms?" I asked.

Garett sighed.

"...We will have to remove our wet clothes eventually," Garett said as he wrapped his arms tightly

around me.

After our bath together, Garett handed me one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. The shirt went past the

length of the shorts, making it appear as a dress on me. I saw that Garett's hair was still dripping a bit

from the bath and waved at him to come closer while I was sitting on the bed.

Garett complied and walked over. He leaned over me with his hand against the bed and kissed me

gently over my lips. I grabbed his collar and kissed him for a little longer until I felt his hair drip onto my

collarbone.

I soon pressed on his chest and pushed him sit on the ground and turned him around so that I could

properly dry his hair.

"You should dry your hair properly," I said as I gently rubbed his hair with the towel.

It almost feels like I am taking care of a child.

"It is fine...My hair normally dries very quickly anyways," Garett said as he removed my hands from his

head.

"Having such naturally silky straight hair is not a proper excuse to be careless," I scolded.

He soon turned around and began unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom-up and stopped just right

below my breasts. Since I jumped into the bath with all of my clothes on, I was not wearing any

underwear underneath my clothes. Garett could probably see everything from his view.

"...Garett," I said shyly.

Garett soon brought out some scissors and cut away at the bandages around my waist.

"I am going to replace the bandages and dressing, so do you mind keeping your shirt upwards?" Garett

asked.

This man may be a Saint in disguise...

Does he really not feel anything from seeing me this scantily clad?

I lifted my shirt anyways and let Garett redo the covering over my wound. Garett seemed a little sad

when he stared at my wound.

"...The wound has closed, but the doctors have said that it may lead to scarring," I said solemnly. "I do

not wish for you to look at it too closely."

"Even though this injury may be because of him, I want you to remember that I will find you beautiful no

matter what you look like," Garett said.

"Sweet words..."

"If it ever bothers you, I can always leave kiss marks to cover them up when it heals properly," Garett

whispered in my ears.

How innovational...

I wrapped my hands around his face and kissed him. Garett soon laid me on my back and hovered

over me and pulled the covers over the both of us. I soon felt his arm slip under my head as he pulled

my head towards his chest. I waited for a while, but nothing seemed to be happening.

"...Garett?"

"Oh, I almost forgot to give you a kiss goodnight. Goodnight Arielle," Garett said as he kissed my

forehead and closed his eyes.

"...Goodnight," I said in a slightly disappointed tone.

I rested on Garett's chest while feeling incredibly antsy that he had not tried to go any further with me

even after my wounds had closed.

It really is a shame that I am not healed yet...