Year 1842 — PRESENT TIME
"Let's divorce, Your Majesty."
Rufus raised a brow while he drink, eyes on the woman on the other end of the dining table. He carefully put down his glass of wine, tilting his head to the side.
"I want to step down as the empress," Florence added.
"Do you know what will happen if you stepped down?" he inquired in the same distant tone. "Once you gave up the position, you get banished from the empire. The least of your concern is the people in here. But... it will surely incite anger from the Karo Kingdom."
Florence laughed weakly. "Is there any difference?" she asked, almost in a mocking tone. "It is only been one year since I became your empress, but everyone is already blaming me for not bearing an heir."
"So, that is the problem?" Rufus rocked his head, keeping silent for a moment. "Then I will go to your chambers tonight."
Florence gripped her cutlery tighter, eyes on him. Until now, there wasn't any progress in their relationship. They dined together but barely spoke a word. Sometimes Rufus would go to her to share a cup of tea in silence.
He had done that for the empress' reputation and because she requested that from him months ago. Even so, Rufus's treatment for her didn't change. He still treated her like his colleague, no more, no less.
But the funniest joke was, even creating an heir was treated as part of their duty. She already gave up at this point. She had tried to prove to Heliot that Rufus could also see her as his wife, but she lost, miserably.
"Why... can't you let me decide for that?" she inquired, lowering her eyes. "I've been quiet, Your Majesty. I did everything to be the empress you needed. But... I had enough."
"Enough?"
She raised her head, feeling all the pent-up frustration that accumulated through the year reach its peak. "I can't do this anymore, Your Majesty. I never request anything from you aside from giving me some face by drinking tea with me. But it is not enough."
"Empress." This time, Rufus's voice grew cold and even more distant. "Is there any other reason for you to request such a thing? If there is, why don't you express it right now so we can address them properly?"
"Can you love me?" she asked without beating around the bush. Her eyes were also icy, unlike the usual emotion she carried when she arrived in the empire. Her question instantly silenced him.
"You can't, right?" Florence laughed weakly, putting down her cutlery as she looked at him straight in the eye. "Your Majesty, can you be honest with me? Do you love Lady Silvia?"
"She is one of my people. Thus, I value her."
"As a man, do you love her?"
Silence. A stifling silence descended on them while they were looking at each other.
"Lady Silvia is a married woman who loved her husband dearly." She broke the silence after a minute with her bitter voice. "She is amazing and I can't seem to hate her even when my husband looks at her with affection. I envied her, even tried to hate her and blame her... but I can't."
"I also hated you when I realized you will never open your heart to me. I wanted to blame you for not even trying, for looking in a different direction when I am just right beside you," Florence continued, unable to stop the words that she bottled up without a problem. It was just that the surge of emotion flowed out as soon as she mustered the courage to ask for a divorce.
"But alas... I really can't hate you or Lady Silvia. I can't also blame you for not opening your heart to the empress you had to marry just because you had to. You already made it clear to me in the beginning. But I... still expected something." A weary smile dominated her lips as she raise her gaze at him once again. "It's my fault for hoping for the impossible. So please... fulfill this request for me. I am tired, Your Majesty. I'd rather get stripped off of my title and live as a commoner for the rest of my life."
After speaking her mind and heart, there was this sort of relief she felt. To her surprise, she was able to smile genuinely at him.
She didn't love Rufus; she hoped she did since they were husband and wife, but she couldn't nurture that feeling. Was it something to thank him for? She was uncertain. What was for sure was that she didn't hate him.
If anything, being the empress made her strong. She was able to value herself when no one else does. She also made friends, Silvia and Kristina, for example. The reason she mustered the courage to free herself from something that was hurting her even in the slightest.
Rufus studied his empress's expression and noticed the clarity in her eyes. A shallow breath slipped past his lip. He couldn't see the same hope in her eyes — the kind of hope whenever she looked at him in the past. Not that it was a bad way.
"Is that what you really want, Empress?" he inquired in a calm voice.
"Yes."
"You know the consequences if I approved of this."
"Yes."
"The wealth, the comfort, the security..."
"I don't need any of those, Your Majesty." Her smile remained as her eyes softened. "I just want to live. Feel alive, I mean. That's all."
Rufus rocked his head lightly. "Then, I shall make preparation. It won't be easy, but you can use this time to prepare for your departure. The only thing I can guarantee you is that you will leave the empire safely."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"No. Thank you." Rufus looked at her straight in the eye, unsmiling. However, she could feel that he didn't feel so distant, like always.
"And I apologize for not being a husband to you. I guess I am not cut out for marriage." His gaze lowered. It was not like he didn't want to try. There were days he wanted to be a husband and try to open his heart after getting nagged by everyone.
He just couldn't. Because his heart… only wanted another woman. Although she was already married and being cherished by another man, his heart still yearned for his first love and surely his last love.
Upon hearing his short yet sincere apology, Florence could not help but smile. "I really appreciate the apology, Your Majesty. It means a lot to me."
The two of them looked at each other before they smiled. Although they agreed to go on separate ways, there was no pain in their heart.. If anything, both of them felt… free from guilt.
This 𝓬ontent is taken from f(r)eeweb(n)ovel.𝒄𝒐𝙢