I Hope You Don’t Come To My Funeral

“Do you love me?” “Yes.” “Even so, I can’t stand beside Your Majesty, can I?” “That’s right.” It was a simple answer. That made it hurt even more. At the edge of the northern border, Cecilia happened to save the escaping crown prince, Tezett. Fourteen years have passed since then. The fragile and beautiful Tezett reclaimed his place and became the emperor. And Cecilia came to a realisation. “Is there anything she can offer me now, as the empress?” That she, born a commoner, could never be his true equal. If she could have just stayed by his side, it would have been enough, but… “…At most, three months.” Even that, God did not permit. In the end, Cecilia closed her eyes alone, w...