I've Suffered for Five Years, Now It's Your Turn. ~The Crown Princess Has No Intention of Forgiving~ - Episode 10

“Please… I’m begging you! I apologize for all the mistakes I’ve made up until now. So—”

“So you want to settle this? End it with an apology and move on with a divorce?”

Erik’s blue-green eyes trembled as he looked at me, silently pleading.
He wanted forgiveness, wanted me to accept a divorce and end things cleanly.
His eyes seemed sincere, telling me he’d apologize and make amends.

But—

“Erik, I don’t need your apology. I’m not that shallow.”

“Why? You were always so understanding. I thought you would get it.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I suffered for five long years. If you think a simple apology can wipe that away, it’s an insult to those years.”

“I know… but this can’t get out. It mustn’t! About Rosaline… and the other matter too…”

The other matter?
As he said something so cryptic, Erik started unbuttoning his shirt, stepping closer even as I glared at him.

“I get it. I know now that how I treated you was wrong. I should have handled things better.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“If an apology isn’t enough, then I swear—I’ll truly start over as your husband.”

His large, bony hand gripped my shoulder, fingers digging in painfully.
Even as I resisted, the difference in our strength was obvious.
I was pushed down onto the bed.

“Filia, you know, right? Our relationship has always been a symbol of friendship between our two nations.”

“And you’re the one who shattered it.”
“I know. That’s why I’m apologizing. I swear I’ll love you the way I did when we first met. I’ll give you the love you deserve. So please… please…”

The sound of a belt being undone. Erik’s hand moved to my chest.
Through his heavy breaths, his eyes stared at me, filled with a male animal’s desire.

“I swear this time, I’ll build a true marriage with you. Let’s fulfill what we never did on our wedding night. So please, stop questioning me. I’m begging you.”

“And who do you think would ever agree to that?”

“I… I’m serious!”

“Is that so? Then go ahead—try. See if you can maintain your fake authority by forcing yourself on a powerless woman while spewing words of so-called love.”

“Filia… Please. I just want forgiveness. I’m telling you—I love you even though you can’t bear children.”

Forgive?
My head almost boiled over with anger.
I had never felt rage this intense before.

“You, who have defiled my homeland and continuously insulted me—did you really think you could ever earn forgiveness?”

“!!”

“There are knights just outside. Help will come quickly. Do you still want to commit this crime?
And even if by some miracle you succeed, weren’t you the one who said I couldn’t have children?
What will you do if I do get pregnant?”

Erik’s eyes shook violently.
Did he really think I didn’t know he lied about me being infertile?

“You still plan to defile me, even knowing all this?”

“…I swear, you can’t get pregnant.”

“Still clinging to that lie? You think I haven’t seen through it?”

“It’s true. No matter how much we try, a child will never come from us.”

How far was he willing to go with these lies?
He grabbed at my dress with such force it felt like it might tear.

His hands pinned me down to the bed.
His rough breaths washed over me—disgusting, revolting.
There was no love in it, only violence.

“Will you scream? Call for the knights?”

“Yes, I think I will. After all the explanations I gave you, if you’re still willing to commit this crime, then you deserve to be stopped.”
“Even if there’s suspicion… no knight of this kingdom would dare interfere between the crown prince and his crown princess.”

“At least you still have some level of logical thinking.”

“I swear I love you. I’ll do anything to make you happy… just please, stop resisting.”

“Do as you please. Because tomorrow, I’m going to confess everything to your father—the king—and expose all the dirty secrets you’re trying so hard to hide.
No matter what you do, you won’t crush my will.”

“!!”

Maybe realizing I meant it, Erik’s grip weakened.
He wavered, clearly unsure what to do next.

As he stayed there, staring at me in silence—

“Lady Filia, forgive my intrusion.”

The sound of the door opening and a man’s voice rang out.

Someone had come—
I thought it might be one of the knights stationed outside.

“I heard a disturbance and came to investigate… What exactly are you doing?”

“!!”
The next moment, Erik was forcefully pulled away from me.
I heard the sound of a struggle, heavy breathing filled with pain.

Sitting up, I saw a man pinning Erik down.
The sudden attack left Erik dazed and confused.

“Prince Erik.
I cannot overlook your actions toward our princess. I am stopping you by force.”

“W-what the hell are you doing!?”

The man’s black hair swayed like the night sky, and his red eyes turned to check on me.
Deep inside those crimson eyes, there was a calm reassurance, telling me I was safe.

I knew this man.

He was a royal knight of my homeland—the Sylvan Kingdom—and though he wasn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow, he was already here.

“Lady Filia, I heard about your situation from your family before I came. I rushed here immediately. Are you unharmed?”

“You… You think you can get away with doing this to me!?”

“Quiet, Prince Erik. If I use any more force to restrain you… I might actually kill you.”

“!!”

“After all, you tried to defile one of our kingdom’s greatest treasures—Lady Filia.
It’s all I can do to hold back my rage.”

Though he spoke politely, anger simmered beneath his words, fueled by loyalty and patriotism.

I knew this man.
His name was Ryug, a royal knight of the Sylvan Kingdom.

It was pure luck that he came at this critical moment.
Not just that—he was also the knight who, a year ago, had secretly revealed the truth to me.

When I checked the entry records for that day at the castle gates, it was his name I had found.