I’m Not Sorry But The Prince Will Marry Me Anyway

Tristan’s trip to the Blue Atrium, which was supposed to take half a month, ended much sooner than expected.

Father turned to the messenger.

“Has he returned bearing news of victory?”

“Yes, my lord. However, he sustained some injuries…”

“How severe? Is he conscious?”

“Doris!”

Father snapped at me when I suddenly interrupted, but neither he nor anyone else actually reprimanded me further. The messenger hesitated briefly before answering.

“His Highness is fully conscious and can carry out his daily activities without issue. However, he will likely be taking some time to rest before appearing at any official functions.”

“Thank goodness…”

You damn bastard, don’t you dare die on me!

I collapsed onto the sofa.

Beside me, my sister awkwardly slid a cookie my way.

Was she… trying to comfort me? It’s okay, sis. It’s not like I was despairing over that fool.

Across from us, Percival smiled as if he were some magnanimous saint.

“Well, that is quite the relief. In many ways, it eases the burdens on all of us.”

But, of course, the messenger wasn’t done yet.

“As such, His Majesty has ordered that His Highness Prince Percival return to the capital as soon as possible as well.”

“…Ha.”

Percival’s lips twitched before returning to their usual polite curve.

Once the messenger left, Percival bowed gracefully before my parents.

“It seems I must take my leave sooner than expected. Please, enjoy the remainder of your gathering without me.”

“How could we continue celebrating after sending away our guest of honor?” Father sighed. “Perhaps it is time we wrapped things up as well.”