When Beauty Destroys The BL World

Her feelings

Both arrived at a nearby river. Arlo help Irene goes down from the horse.
Arlo paid an older man to transport them to the next village. He and Irene then get on the raft.
They settle down while the older man paddle.
Following the river flow, Irene and Arlo both in their own thoughts.
Irene had narrowly escaped her death.
From the start, she had already decided to run away and not endangered the people at the town. She wants them to think that she will be happy and have a good life as they saw she left the town. This is where it ends. Old Judy, Lydia, Marcus, Marcy....
Sooner or later, they will forgot about her.
Before leaving, she already thought about the scenarios of how she should escape.
There are many scenarios that might happen. One of the scenarios is where the soldiers are planning to assassinate her.
Irene have already know that, the Crown Prince will never stay still to see his beloved married to another.
Just as she thought, he really took the action to eliminate her.
Remember how calm his face was during that time, send a chilled to her back.
Such a sadistic prince! Why do the author make him the male lead?!
As she was calming down her heart, she looks at the amulet on her wrist.
She thought of the male protagonist, Lucas.
The man who supposedly to be in love with the male lead. Remembering how he makes a promise to her. He seems to genuinely care about her. She never really wants to get involved with him, nor having feelings with him. All she can think of is to survive. That's why she said yes to his proposal. She was using his feelings for her own benefit.
Irene felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She then shake her head to wake her senses. This is not her world. She can't had such thoughts. Irene dismiss any lingering feelings she had.
Hearing her sigh, Arlo looks at her.
"Ire....Did you really want to marry the high priest?" He questions.
Irene looks at him before glance back at the amulet.
"No..." she said.
"Do you...hate him then?" He asked.
"No..." She answered.
Arlo looks at her, with full curiosity.
"You look different from before." He stated.
Irene look at him as he was inspecting her.
"I've seen you before because I was guarding the high priest. That time...you were very hateful and mean. You were jealous of the high priest. Because of how His highness treat him."
As he speaks his mind, Irene then look away.
"You have done a lot of things in the past. You try to humiliate the high priest, but it backfire to you. His highness have you thrown to the pond. Since then, you recuperate at home and didn't trouble anyone. Some say you were ill and caught a fever. But who have thought, that you runaway. It's been month you've been gone. And you transform to be someone different. You even save our lives without trying to gain any favors. You look like the same person, but at the same time you don't. Some say people can changed. But...no one can change that much."
Hearing what he said, Irene sigh.
"I can say the same about you. Haven't you always want to kill me, if you ever saw me. I bet that prince of yours order to have me killed by you." Irene said.
With that, Arlo couldn't refute. Because it is indeed the truth. Getting involved with the main characters in this story give her a headache.
"I'm forever grateful to you for saving my life. But I really wishes that you won't follow me forever." Irene reveals what in her heart.
"But I..." Arlo was about to interject, but Irene intervenes.
"If you really want me to be safe, it is better not to get involved with me." She sternly stated.
Seeing her cold demeanor, Arlo was hurt.
"Do you hate me?" He asks, want to hear her answer. Irene stare at him.
I do. I hate all of you main characters. She thought. Still, reminded of how he saved her from her death, Irene didn't want to hurt him with her words.
"No." She lied.
But Arlo see the truth in her eyes, know that she's lying. He looks down, feeling hurt.
"Lie..." He mutters.
Irene heard it. But she doesn't want to denied it. She too tired and in pain, that she didn't want to care about anything anymore.