My Sickly Fiancé Won’t Let Me Go

Synopsis

From the very beginning, this marriage was completely absurd.

The daughter of a declining count’s family and the sole heir to a prestigious ducal house.

The engagement could never have happened in the first place if he hadn’t suffered from a serious chronic illness and I hadn’t possessed a naturally occurring healing ability.

At least, that’s what I had always thought.

“I still need you. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Young Master……”
“Please, stay by my side.”

Although he suffered from a deep-rooted incurable disease, he was a perfectly lovable man.

So I could never have imagined it.

That he was a man from the underworld—the one who was secretly working to replace the Emperor of the Empire.

Jace Riverton lifted his head as if he were entranced.

Rosalyn was standing there, drying her long hair with a towel.

She was wearing nothing but a single robe, completely unarmed.

“The clothes I came in with…… are gone.”

Her large pink eyes, like flower petals soaked in rain, drew his gaze.

Without realizing it, Jace tightened his grip on the armrest.

A pair of pristine white slippers that had been standing far away came softly across the carpet toward him.

Small feet that he could easily crush with his strength approached him without fear.

That fragile gesture was unbearably destructive.

“……Why.”

He didn’t know the reason, but he could never bring himself to hurt her.

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