My Obsessive Lover

Roseline Wants to Break Up.

A relationship with a man admired by the entire empire was anything but smooth, and his illustrious reputation steadily erased Roseline's presence. Her decision was made-all that remained was to say goodbye.

"Marriage? Marriage?"

"Yes, marriage."

"You're marrying me?"

"Naturally."

"...Why?"

Just as she was looking for a chance to leave, she received a marriage proposal one day.

"You love the imperial gardens, so it would be nice to hold the ceremony there once spring comes. But even those few months feel too long for me."

"..."

"I can't wait any longer, Roseline."

It wasn't just a simple proposal. It was a declaration-they would wed before winter's end.
She was so stunned her mouth wouldn't close. Good grief. A marriage even the bride knew nothing about.

Her hesitation was brief. Roseline realized the time had finally come to act on her long-made decision.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I cannot become the Grand Duchess."

"You keep forgetting something important. Was it ever your place to decide the end?"

"...What?"

"I have no intention of letting you go. Whether you stay or leave-when and how I release you is my decision to make."

"..."

"If you understand, nod."

She understood the icy anger laced in his words. If she let this pass quietly, he would continue playing the role of a devoted lover or partner.

"Then let it be Your Highness who ends our relationship."

Instead of choosing the peace of shadows, Roseline stepped into the harsh sunlight.

It would be difficult, but she believed parting now was the better choice for both.

Little did she know how far her life would plummet.