The Abandoned and Terminally Ill Lady Married a Monster - Chapter 34
Chapter 34
There was no need to justify love. He chose to be a lovesick bulldozer, determined to create a place for Ailee in his life, a place of luxury and comfort.
He was already making grand plans for their future, envisioning a swift marriage upon his return.
A honeymoon might have to wait, but they could always take one later.
‘Where should we go for our honeymoon?’
His mind raced with the typical questions of someone newly in love. But he was serious.
‘To give her that life, I need a secure position, not this precarious situation.’
That meant he had to return victorious from the war. Even if he didn’t achieve a resounding victory, he knew the royal family still needed him; they wouldn’t cast aside his family.
But he needed an unshakeable position. That way, Ailee would suffer less. No, she wouldn’t suffer at all.
Like any lovesick fifteen-year-old, Daykin believed this feeling would last forever. Lost in his determined thoughts, he sighed, remembering the reality of their prolonged separation.
But the bulldozer didn’t hesitate. Shaking his head, he silently spoke to Ailee.
‘Ailee, my fairy. I’ll finish this quickly and come back to you soon.’
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Five years passed. At twenty, Daykin returned home, victorious after countless battles. Much had happened, and he had changed in many ways. But one thing remained constant.
‘How can I miss her even more with each passing day?’ He mused as he rode in the carriage crossing the border.
His childhood memories had become even more precious during the war, irreplaceable treasures, comforting him amidst the horrors of battle.
The battlefield was bleak. There was no camaraderie. The gazes directed at him fell into two categories: those who saw him as some divine being, worthy of reverence, and those who saw him as a monster, a ticking time bomb capable of destroying even his own allies.
Daykin disliked both. They were both bothersome. The former revered him too much, the latter feared him too much. He considered telling those who saw him as a monster that his power had stabilized, but he decided against it.
He would need proof, and he didn’t want to talk about Ailee, and even if he did, no one would believe him.
Such a power, stabilized by another person, didn’t exist in their understanding. So, even if he told them, they’d assume it was a lie to reassure them.
Their gazes only fueled his irritation. Only Ailee saw him for who he truly was. The memories Daykin accumulated during the war were all dreary, except for the ones with Ailee. Those shone brightly.
‘What is Ailee doing now? If I had sent her a letter saying I missed her, would she have replied with one filled with words of how much she missed me too?’
Though unseen, his affection for her deepened daily. Like a husband away at war, he longed for her every day.
He endured those five years, never imagining that today, the day of his return, was the same day Ailee received her terminal diagnosis.
Upon his return, Daykin Blashur, now of age, quickly inherited the title of Grand Duke. He was unrecognizable from the boy he once was.
The thin, unremarkable Daykin had returned tall and powerfully built, towering over most. His looks had improved, but his handsomeness was raw and untamed rather than delicate.
His blond hair and blue eyes, instead of evoking a princely aura, now projected the image of a conquering king: arrogant, cold, and strangely austere.
His skin, while not quite as pale as alabaster, was surprisingly untanned for someone who had spent years on the battlefield.
Despite his captivating appearance, he was called a monster, a god of war.
The nickname stemmed from the merciless way he obliterated his enemies, making him an object of both fear and awe.
Marriage proposals had once poured in, but the whispers gradually silenced them. People said the men of Blashur were ticking time bombs, that they killed nightly to expend their powers.
The rumors even escalated to ‘His powers are so overwhelming, he expends all his energy controlling them, leaving him… impotent.’
Daykin paid them no mind. Contrary to gossip, his lower regions were perfectly functional(?), and he was no walking time bomb.
His mother seemed worried, still unaware of the truth, but there was no cause for concern.Since meeting his fairy, his health had improved, and controlling his powers had become easier.
That was why he’d been able to obliterate people and objects alike on the battlefield without a single incident. The rumors of nightly killings were utter nonsense.
He inwardly scoffed at the sheer volume of gossip that greeted his return.
After his long absence, Daykin sought out his mother first. He’d been obligated to attend endless balls and banquets in the capital, and only now could he greet his parents.
“Are you well? You said you were fine in your letters, but your father’s health has been declining since then…”
Daykin shrugged, assuring her he felt better than ever. “By the way, Mother.”
“Yes, what is it? Tell me anything you need or want to eat. I’ll make it all for—”
“I’m getting married.”
Samara
Finally