Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 109
Rejected for the first time
Freesia’s trembling eyelashes finally closed slowly.
Even in the dream, the heat of the tears flowing down her cheeks felt vivid. Saying such things, how could she muster any will to resist…?
For a long time in the darkness, she struggled desperately like a beached sea creature.
But eventually, beyond her tear-blurred vision, a light flickered. Someone was continually wiping away the moisture from her eyes.
“…Freesia.”
“Uh…….”
“Freesia, pull yourself together. Come on.”
The touch wiping her eyes and cheeks was not rough. Freesia barely blinked her tear-heavy eyes.
Izar was looking down at her as she lay on the bed.
His mouth was tightly shut, and his jaw was clenched with tension. His golden eyes flashed so ferociously that she instantly came to her senses.
She looked around like a mouse trapped in a dark basket.
“Here, where is this?”
“We’ve returned to the manor.”
Then the date…
Her last memory was looking up at the night sky from the Antares manor, but now the sky outside the window was bright.
But the moment she became aware of Izar’s hand touching her cheek, she instinctively struggled on the bed.
“Ugh…!”
“Freesia?”
Izar, who had stood with Atria.
He had looked intensely at Atria during the banquet.
Despite the promise he had made to her.
Despite promising to stay with her.
<As long as I’m not in the middle of something important.>
While she had been so miserable, what important conversation could those two have been having?
“Mmph…!”
An unbearable feeling of wretchedness rose like nausea. Even as she curled up, the overwhelming emotion did not easily subside.
Her shoulders trembled endlessly as if she had caught a chill. Izar grabbed Freesia’s shoulders with both hands.
“Wait. Why are you—?”
“LET GO OF ME!”
A sharp scream burst from Freesia’s lips.
Freesia had lived a harsh life, but she had never dared to raise her voice at anyone. She was never in a position to do so.
And Izar, before being her husband, was the lord of the land where she was born and raised.
It was only because of her remaining lifespan that she had gathered the courage each time, but facing him and speaking boldly had always been terrifying. It was an act against the instinct of obedience that the subjects had towards their lord.
But at this moment, she couldn’t hold back and shouted as she struggled.
“No, let go, let go of me…!”
“Freesia?”
“Don’t touch me! Let go…! Let me go!”
There had been moments when she dreamed of him holding her gently.
While cradling her briar baby, on a night when the stars shone beautifully, she had wanted to lean on him.
That night had seemed like they were the only two in the world. It had been the happiest moment of her life…
But now, she couldn’t bear to see Izar looking at her with a perplexed expression.
“No, no, let go, ugh, hiiic…!”
Was it just him that was hard to endure?
She couldn’t stand the highborn nobles surrounding her, full of disdain.
Had she ever wanted to be ‘Ducal Lady Antares’ in the first place?
No, from the beginning, she had been dragged here as the perfect scapegoat for the Emperor’s grudge against the Arcturus family.
But this time, she wanted to maintain her dignity.
She thought she had handled it well, but to be dragged out of the banquet hall and show such a humiliating scene to the Antares mother and daughter.
Even though they wore the same human shell, she was so insignificant from birth that they thought they could treat her any way they wanted… It wasn’t a sword strike. It was a display that they could crush her spirit.
However, like a recurring refrain, the most intense resentment circled back to the man in front of her in the end.
