An Unexpected Proposal-Chapter 47

Cabelenus's gaze was trembling.

And Alicia knew all too well what that meant.

"I don't need a child. I only need you."

"Your Highness…"

"I know you're confused. But this is urgent. We need to—"

"What is it that you're so afraid of?"

Alicia met his gaze head-on, her eyes burning with resolve.

Cabelenus's eyes wavered even more.

"…You."

His voice was deep and unsteady, vibrating in her ears.

"You are so fragile that it feels like you’ll disappear at any moment. Even when I think I have you in my grasp, the moment I look away, I fear I will lose you forever. That’s what I’m afraid of. That no matter how desperately I fight, there will come a day when I can no longer hold on to you."

"…"

"Since that day, I've only lived for one thing. I told myself that as long as I achieved my goal, I wouldn’t care what I had to sacrifice. I always chose the fastest path, the most beneficial choice. I've never regretted it. And I never intended to."

Cabelenus shut his eyes tightly before reopening them.

His golden irises shimmered beneath his reddened gaze.

"And yet, here I am. Thinking how utterly foolish I am for making this decision."

"…"

"My mind still tells me my choice isn’t wrong. But…"

"…"

"I don’t want to lose you."

His rough hands, calloused from wielding a sword for years, enclosed hers completely.

The grip was firm, relentless—almost as if he feared she would slip away.

"I won’t lie to you anymore."

"…"

"I’ll give you anything you want."

"…"

"If you wish, I won’t proceed with my engagement to the Christi princess."

As long as you abandon that monster.

The look in his eyes was that of a beast locking onto its prey.

Alicia instinctively tried to step back, but she couldn’t.

His grasp wouldn’t allow it.

A soft, shaky breath slipped past her lips.

But only for a moment.

Alicia straightened her back, lifting her chin with quiet defiance.

"It's not a monster."

"You don’t understand what that thing is yet."

"I do understand."

"No. You have no idea."

"What exactly do I not understand?"

"How utterly horrific that monster is."

The man who had always seemed so invincible now looked unbearably weak.

Alicia was at a loss for words.

She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn’t even begin to grasp the depth of his wounds.

"…Maybe you’re right. I don’t know what kind of monster you’re talking about. But our child is different."

"It's not different. It's just a monster in the shape of a child."

"You've never even seen them."

Alicia’s voice trembled with desperation.

Cabelenus was acting out of ignorance.

If he saw the child—the beautiful child from her dream—he wouldn’t be able to say such cruel things.

"I don’t need to see it to know."

"That’s not true. Our child—"

"If it were a normal child, one that resembled you, then maybe… Maybe I could have felt something like an ordinary parent. But that is impossible."

"Impossible?"

"A child born with the blood of a monster is a monster."

A bitter smile twisted across Cabelenus’s face.

Just thinking about the grotesque beast that had tainted his blood made his stomach churn.

"You are not a monster."

"I'm just pretending not to be. Clinging to the last remnants of my pride."

But even that was meaningless now.

Cabelenus stood, and the movement caused Alicia to stumble backward.

Her breath hitched as he loomed over her.

His hands, firm and unyielding, rested against her stomach.

"The existence of that monster is the lowest part of me. The part I never wanted you to see."

"…"

"But now… I have no choice but to reveal it."

His voice, hoarse and raw, sounded like the growl of a wounded beast.

Alicia held her breath as she looked up at him, her gaze unwavering despite the fear clawing at her chest.

Even in the dim light, his golden eyes remained piercing, glowing in the darkness.

"Kill the monster—"

"Stop!"

"Even if you don’t want to hear it, you must. That thing is not a child. It is merely—"

"Do not say another word!"

Alicia’s sharp cry cut through the air.

Her eyes were already glistening red.

"Alicia."

"Before this child is yours, they are mine."

"…"

"If you speak of them so carelessly again, I won’t sit back and endure it."

"I know this upsets you. But—"

"I told you. Enough."

Alicia’s gaze turned razor-sharp.

"If you want a child, you can adopt. No matter what it takes, I’ll find one that meets your expectations."

"I don’t need another child."

"Cabelenus."

"If you refuse to acknowledge this child, then they are mine. Only mine."

She didn’t know exactly where this feeling stemmed from.

Was it the comfort she had received from the child?

Or perhaps sympathy for a child who shared her blood?

She wasn’t certain.

But she knew she had to protect them.

If she couldn’t protect the tiny life growing inside her, she would regret it forever.

"Do not hurt my child again."

"Your child? Hurt?"

"They can hear everything. All of it."

"Then that’s all the better. That monster should understand exactly where I stand."

"Stop calling them a monster."

"Then what else should I call that abomination?"

"I don’t know what you’ve been through. But at the very least, I know this much—"

Alicia placed her hand over Cabelenus’s, pressing his rough palm against her stomach. She held his gaze, unshaken.

"This child is not a monster."

The warmth of her touch burned against his skin.

"The child is already wary of you. They’re timid and easily frightened. So please, don’t say such cruel things anymore."

"…"

"They take after me."

"They’re only trying to deceive you. To win your favor, even a little—"

"They are just a child."

Alicia spoke without hesitation, her voice unwavering.

"It’s only natural for a child to want to be loved. There is nothing strange about that."

"They are not an ordinary child."

"Even so, they are mine. If no one else, then at the very least, I must be the one to stand by them."

"They haven’t even been born yet."

"Yes. They haven’t even been born yet. They are only just beginning to grow. So tell me—what is there to fear? What have they done wrong to deserve such condemnation before even taking their first breath?"

Alicia’s eyes burned red.

She was barely holding back her tears.

"Because they should never have been born."

"You should never have been born."

Alicia’s face twisted violently.

The words struck her harder than any blow.

Because they were too familiar.

The words of the King of Neuschwein.

The man she had never been able to call ‘father.’

She remembered the first time she had met him.

She remembered those exact words leaving his lips.

Alicia stared blankly at Cabelenus.

It made no sense to compare him to that man, and yet once the thought entered her mind, she couldn’t shake it.

Her breath trembled.

Her eyes shut.

She needed something—anything—to ground her.

But she couldn’t find it.

She could imagine a future where she and Cabelenus remained together.

But she couldn’t imagine a future where they were a family.

***

"Drink some warm tea."

"…Thank you."

Lady Morco placed a teacup on the table.

Alicia watched the steam curl into the air, her gaze unfocused.

Her body felt unbearably heavy, as if it had been soaked in salt for days.

Exhaustion gripped her bones.

"Don’t be so discouraged. This is just the beginning."

"The beginning?"

Alicia’s head drooped forward.

She had spoken with Cabelenus again today, but the conversation had gone in endless circles.

Cabelenus did not want the child.

And nothing seemed to change that.

"My lady."

"He doesn’t just not want them. He refuses them."

"…"

"He won’t even consider changing his mind."

"Once he makes a decision, he rarely takes it back."

"It’s more than that, though…"

Alicia trailed off.

He hadn’t told her everything, but his uncharacteristic responses lingered in her mind.

There was something else.

Something he wasn’t saying.

And for that reason…

She pitied him.

She wanted to hold him.

But she couldn’t.

Instead, her hand instinctively moved to her stomach.

"Don’t worry too much. There’s still time."

"…And if he never changes his mind?"

"…"

"If he acts on it? If he really tries to kill this child?"

Alicia’s fingers trembled.

Cabelenus was serious.

He was truly considering harming the child.

"This is his land. There is nothing here that does not go his way."

For now, he was restraining himself.

But for how long?

At any moment, if he willed it—

If he decided the child should not live—

He could make it happen.

"No matter what happens, I will protect you."

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"…I’m so afraid. It feels like everyone is my enemy. Like the whole world is just waiting to take this child away from me."

"My lady."

"I feel like I’m dying a little more each day. I wake up hoping he’ll listen. And yet, I go to sleep wondering if he will change his mind and simply… erase them."

Lady Morco wrapped her arms around her.

Alicia let out a shallow, trembling breath.

"I had a nightmare. A terrible one."

"Dreams often mean the opposite of reality. Everything will be alright."

"I want to believe that."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

Her lashes quivered as she stared blankly ahead.

Somewhere along the way, she had stopped crying.

All that remained was the thought that she simply had to endure.

"Cabelenus broke off his engagement with another woman, but I don’t feel even the slightest joy."

"…"

"He showed me a list of noble families, asking me to choose which one I wanted to be officially adopted into. But it felt so meaningless."

"…"

"He told me about the future he envisions for us. But instead of feeling excited, all I felt was pain."

It was the life she had once dreamed of.

A future she had wanted.

And yet, the more those perfect days repeated, the more miserable she became.

Because in Cabelenus’s perfect world…

There was no child.

And she could no longer bear that truth.

"His every word, his every action, they all deny the child’s existence. They exist. And yet, he treats them as if they don’t."

"…You’re struggling so much, aren’t you?"

Lady Morco gently patted her back.

She wanted to do something—anything—for Alicia.

But there was little she could offer beyond a listening ear and quiet comfort.

"It’s too much. But that’s not even the hardest part."

Alicia shut her eyes tightly.

The truth was—

The thing she feared most was herself.

She feared that one day, she would grow too exhausted.

That the endless cycle would wear her down.

That eventually, she would break.

And that she would begin to consider the unthinkable.

"…I have a favor to ask."

She slowly lifted her head, her fingers clutching tightly onto Lady Morco’s sleeve.

Veins bulged beneath her pale, trembling hands.