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Death of the Empress
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“P......Your Majesty.......Cough.......”
A woman with cherry blossom-colored hair covered in blood called out to the man in front of her while vomiting blood.
She was quite pretty, but the circumstances made her look grotesque.
Her mouth was bleeding, her clothes and hair were a mess, and she was so pale that anyone who saw her would scream and run away.
Maybe it was like a vampire.
A beautiful vampire with pale skin and red lips.
She desperately wanted to tell him what she wanted to say today, what she shouldn't say.
'ah........'
I knew I couldn't say anything if I didn't do it now, but I thought maybe not saying anything now was the best option.
The best option found in the worst situation may not have a happy ending, but it was unavoidable.
She knew that her body was a mess and that she would die soon, but that wasn't what made her sad.
Breakups were what she feared most.
‘The movement… has stopped…’
She smiled faintly and touched her stomach.
That little, writhing life was extinguished.
''No... that can't be... gulp gulp''
''Empress! Don't say anything!''
''Your Majesty... Oppa... Oppa Yeongmin... Im Yeongmin... Honey.....''
The man hugged her tightly and said.
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''Stop talking... It's Hwang Myeong-i''
The name of the woman who collapsed and vomited blood is Park Yeo-ju.
She was the empress, the companion of the only emperor of this empire and the mother of the people of the empire.
And the name of the man holding the female protagonist tightly is Lim Young-min.
His appearance is so pretty and handsome that I have to barely decide between pretty and handsome.
Even that frowning face was pretty.
His blond hair added to his noble appearance.
Youngmin's long eyelashes began to flutter.
Youngmin's expression was pretty and pitiful.
He was the emperor with incredible divine power, the highest authority in the Estal Empire and the one who held this world in his hands.
"Empress... if you die... if you still die...."
Youngmin hugged Yeoju and kept muttering, 'No... no...'
Now that he knew his feelings for her, fate, as if mocking him, took her away from him.
He healed the female protagonist with all his divine powers, sobbing with a strange expression that was neither laughing nor crying.
But... it's already too late.
"Your Majesty... did not love me, but..."
And she began to feel the death waiting for her right before her eyes, and she confessed to him her long-hidden feelings for the last time.
She lifted her blood-soaked hand and touched Youngmin's face.
“I......loved Your Majesty very much........not as the queen of this country........but as the queen of Park...............”
Thump-
With those words, her hand fell limply, and Yeongmin gently cupped Yeoju's face with his trembling hand.
"Ah.....no.......Empress............"
Yeongmin said, hugging the cold-hearted Yeoju tightly.
She was becoming more and more like a cold winter, which was completely out of place for her, who was always like a warm spring.
"Empress...... This is the imperial decree...... Quickly....... Open your eyes and wake up quickly..., Empress..........Empress........ Ahhh......... Lady............''
Yeongmin cried, hugging the cold corpse of the female protagonist tightly.
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".......your majesty"
Three months have already passed since the female protagonist died.
“Yeah…what happened?”
Youngmin, who was busy attending to the funeral of the female protagonist and the work she had been assigned, was more relaxed than expected.
As if nothing had happened.
But Woong, who had been watching Youngmin for a long time, could tell.
The fact that even though it looks calm on the outside, it's a mess on the inside.
“Please get some sleep........”
As expected, Woong's prediction was correct.
Youngmin is trying to look like nothing happened right now.
Although the inside is not okay at all.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
“Didn’t you not get a wink of sleep after the Empress passed away?”
bang-
Youngmin slammed the desk and glared at Woong.
Woong flinched, but when he saw the tears hanging dizzyingly in Youngmin's eyes, he felt that his sadness had burst out.
“I am the emperor of this country. If I waver, this country will waver!!”
His eyes had long since lost their former appearance.
Woong took a deep breath and spoke to Youngmin.
“...... But...... Your Majesty’s condition is not very good.”
When Youngmin heard that, he put down the fan he was holding, covered his head with both hands, and muttered.
"I can't sleep... When I close my eyes, I keep thinking of that child, and that child keeps appearing in my dreams...
In my dreams... the more I see... the more I talk to that child...
Thump-
Eventually, Youngmin couldn't overcome his sadness and tears fell from his left eye.
“I hate myself for not being able to spend more time with that child, for not being able to express my feelings sooner, for not being honest with him…..”
Youngmin washed his face dry and continued speaking.
"If only I could turn back time..."
“I wish I could see the Empress again….”
His once sparkling eyes were now filled with emptiness, and his burning heart had grown cold with regret for his dishonesty and longing for the woman he would never see again.
It was as if the heroine had been pale in her last appearance, or even paler.