I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

It was in the bedroom where Alexander took Robelia to the princess' arms.

He carefully raised her on the bed and called the doctor to examine her.

"Fortunately, there is no injury at all. You were just a little surprised."

At the doctor's diagnosis, Alexander's stiff forehead loosened as if relieved.

"I thought so. See, I said you must't making such a fuss."

Robelia was rebuked as she sat on the bed, but Alexander only shook his head.

"No, it was well worth it. I'm glad you didn't get hurt this time, but if it was, shouldn't it be treated as soon as possible?"

Robelia felt uncomfortable looking at him.

Alexander was a man who always wore a mask of leisure.

But as of now, there was no such leeway on his face.

His face looked surprisingly serious. More than anything she had ever seen.

'Why am I like this, my heart is beating again.'

My heartbeat, which I thought I had managed to calm down, accelerated once again.

'No matter how much I've never been worried about others, it's only because I'm this agitated... The other person is Alexander.'

Robelia didn't want to be caught that he was agitated. Especially for this man.

"Anyway, I didn't get hurt this time. So I don't think Your Majesty needs to worry anymore."

So she deliberately spoke out in a more sarcastic tone. I'd rather have him get mad or get out of the room.

But he didn't do that.

Far from getting angry or leaving, Alexander sat down next to her.

He looked at her with deep eyes.

"I don't want to see you get hurt in the future. It's hard to endure just imagining it, but if it's real..... I don't even want to think about it."

With a low soft voice, his careful hand touch her cheek.

"But how can I not worry about you?"

What was buried in his golden eyes as he said that was neither leisure nor a fake smile pretending to be a good person.

'That's desperation.'

'Someone who has lost something….. such a desperation as if he never wanted to lose it again.'

Is that his true face under his mask?

It was weird.

A disgustingly smart rookie, who plays with people like the palm of his hand with his tongue like a snake.

I've never doubted that he was a strong, scary man.....

Yesterday or today, I look like a pathetic child who doesn't want to read anything precious.

Robelia couldn't avoid his hand sweeping away her cheek.

'I feel this way because I know his past.'

Robelia knew about his childhood. Because she had read the original.

Alexander was the son of the 17th concubine.

The 17th Empress was a concubine with no power or influence. Alexander, the son of such a concubine, was also a prince in name only.

The concubine always told Alexander this.

"Don't reveal your talents to anyone. You have to completely hide your abilities and make sure that you are do not exposed or take care of them right away."

"Why? Mother."

To young Alexander, the concubine sighed and said.

"Because a person without any power would only become a victim of political strife if he showed his ability."

In fact, the Emperor was old and engrossed in religion and was not properly caring for state affairs.

Therefore, a large number of princes and princesses quarreled over the throne.

Alexander lived in strict obedience to his mother's teachings.

The talent and ambition that kept coming out like an awl in his pocket were buried deep in his heart, he'll just held his breath and lived without anyone notice him.

Despite his son's efforts, Alexander's biological mother eventually failed to fulfill his expulsion.

She will only get sick. However, her husband, who was so enamored with his religion, never looked after her.

Thus the 17th concubine died in loneliness and indifference.

The madness of the Emperor, who fell into religion, became more and more serious, and the state affairs continued to be debauched.

The prince and princesses, thinking this was an opportunity, started killing each other.

One by one, those with little vigilance and those with even the slightest softness of heart fell.

Soon, there were only a few candidates for the next Emperor left, and even those who survived suffered heavy blows and were carrying their wounds and losses.

Prince Alexander, who no one was wary of or cared about, appeared with his army.

After his mother's death, he was gradually building his own power, and at the perfect time, he raided the imperial palace, where the scars of political conflict were not low.

The brothers and sisters, who were careless and suffered severe blows, were cut with a single sword by his sword and fell.

Finally, Alexander deposed his father, the Emperor, and ascended to the throne on his own.

It was a story that Robelia knew in her head until now, but it didn't really touch her.

Because it was nothing more than the contents of a novel she had read in a book, not something she personally watched.

Moreover, realizing such a story, the appearance of him she has encountered so far has been terribly miraculous and incomprehensible.

But today, when I met his eyes under his mask, just for this moment...

This story touched my heart so deeply.

'But it's none of my business. It's a long time ago anyway, and Alexander and I are about to become strangers. I don't care about his childhood.'

Robelia repeated that fact over and over in order to calm down.

'Even though he had a tragic childhood, he wasn't just a poor prince. How much blood he smeared on his hands to survive and rise to the throne. And look at what you did to Robelia and me, you don't know how dark that guy is now?'

However, no matter how many times I think and think about it, to keep it in my mind…

Once it felt like reality, I couldn't help but feel weaker and weaker.

Seeing her eyes trembling at a glance, Alexander exhaled a sigh.

He approached slowly and kissed Robelia's hand.

Robelia rolled her eyes without realizing it.

He thought inside that he might kiss because of the atmosphere.

Seeing her goofy expression, Alexander smiled quietly.

"I don't want to do any more things you don't like."

He whispered behind her back.

"I've already had my head stuck in the mud, but I wonder if I should try harder to improve my appearance."

At those words, Robelia's heart felt like it was going to fall once again.

My heart pounded harder than ever before, even more than when he kissed me.

'Calm down. This is the swinging bridge effect. My heart is pounding because something dangerous happened earlier and he blocked it.'

I tried to calm down my beating heart thinking that way, but I felt my face looking for it, overshadowing my efforts.

Alexander looked at Robelia with tender eyes as if lovingly.

Neither of them was aware of it, but this was by far the most peaceful time the two of them had ever been together.

****

Meanwhile, the day Norman first visited Robelia.

"Everyone is out."

When Robelia sends her people out at Norman's request to inherit an ear that hears.

"Don't worry too much, I'll call you if I need anything."

Caleb pretended to go out as she told her, but he wasn't the one who wouldn't do anything.

'I can't help it. I want to avoid as much as possible anything that Empress would hate, but this is to protect her.'

With that in mind, he heard a surprising story, who hid bugs for wiretapping in the drawing room.

The illegitimate son of Duke Norman Schwarzkopf and why he suddenly approaches Robelia.

In addition, Robelia's plan to escape abroad for divorce.

'Honestly, it's good that Her Majesty is running away for a divorce. If only that unlucky Emperor could be separated, I would be welcome as long as I could monopolize Her Majesty, whether in the Imperial Palace or anywhere.'

But he didn't like the existence of the new interference string, the Duke Schwarzkopf.

'What if the Empress's heart is shaken while receiving the Duke's help? Damn, that's not going to stop her from getting his help. Without his help, she can't get the cover-up to escape abroad on her own.'

Caleb's magical talents were obviously genius, but he didn't think he would be able to escape the Emperor and his formidable troops all the way abroad.

It would be several times more difficult to run away with Robelia alone.

In such a situation, Norman Schwarzkopf's estate, position, and military power would certainly be of great help in extorting Robelia.

'Damn it! Why wasn't I born a Duke? Even if I am born, I will always be born as a slave!'

Caleb, who ripped his curly hair away nervously, was heartbroken.

'I can't help it either. The only choice is to use the Duke.'

The eyes, which had always drooped like a puppy, became sharp.

'First, let's get out of the imperial palace with his help as planned by the Duke. And just before entering the duke, I'll steal Her Majesty. It would be difficult to escape directly from the imperial palace with my ability, but it's doable to steal her away from the capital, so I'm much more advantageous to have the upper hand in the information because the Duke is not wary of me. All he thinks of me is a harmless and stupid child.'

His brown eyes gleamed with excitement. It was an expression that Robelia, who always only sees his lovely side, could not even dream of.

'I want you to enjoy the joy of being ahead of time, Duke. After all, I will be the one to get Her Majesty in the end.'

With that in mind, it was on the way back to the Empress Palace after taking a useless magic class. Sensing that the atmosphere inside the palace was chaotic, Caleb asked the courtier what was going on.

"Her Majesty's the Empress almost getting hit from the falling object. She is now receiving treatment from the royal court in her bedroom."

Startled by this, he hurriedly ran to the front of the bedroom. Robelia's maids were waiting in front of the bedroom.

Surprisingly, however, the maids did not seem to be so concerned. Rather, it doesn't seem like a good thing.

"Her Majesty is not injured anywhere. She is alone with His Majesty, the Emperor now."

The maid named Irene said with a fluttering face.