If I Throw Myself into His Sea - Episode 1.30

At first, he resisted vehemently. He thought he could do without some princess. But things only grew more significant.

At the crossroads of choice, Pereian agonized again. The Queen’s seat meant Pereian’s consort.

Should he hand over such a meaningful position to a princess from Epin, whose name he didn’t even know, instead of Ruine? In the end, he turned his back on Ruine.

It was the result of being driven, but he felt he had committed a sin against Ruine that he could never erase.

Immediately after the marriage, Pereian secretly felt relieved as he watched the princess fall into the sea.

‘This woman is completely different from Ruine.’

Ruine, who had a difficult upbringing. Silver hair and blue eyes. A laughter like gentle waves.

Unlike you, who resembled the most colorful part of the Milky Way, Irene Iphraim, the princess from the land, was insignificant. He would never forget Ruine and spend a happy honeymoon with the princess from the land.

Fortunately, the land princess also had a partner she left behind on land.

‘We’ll just end up feeling disgusted with each other.’

He skipped the wedding night. He didn’t want to touch a woman who had someone she loved.

After leaving the woman in the Coral Palace, Pereian stared at the conch shell in his office. She was a pathetic woman. Obedient without any will of her own. Perhaps because she had grown up so sheltered, she didn’t seem to know how to get angry even at rude remarks.

Pereian always thought of Ruine even in front of Irene.

Naturally, he thought of Ruine, who would have lived richly as the Queen of the Underwater Kingdom.

‘That seat should have been yours. You should have been by my side.’

But there was nothing he could do. Now that they were married, the Queen’s seat belonged to the princess of Epin. Now he had no hope left.

When Pereian confirmed that Irene was not the princess of Epin to whom he had sent the marriage proposal, he truly resented her. So, he revealed his true feelings and poured out his hatred.

He hated that woman. Even the way she made his insides feel stuffy, as if she were under a silencing spell, he hated everything about her.

Pereian remembered the words she had left behind just before fainting.

“Ian, your sea…”

Still, it’s kinder to me.

What did the queen mean by those words back then? This sea could never be kind to you. No, from the start, he shouldn’t have assumed it would be kind.

This sea’s kindness should have belonged entirely to Ruine. Why did he see Ruine in the queen?

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand. Why did that familiar and longed-for feeling emanate from the queen when she uttered those words?

He sighed briefly in the still-dark office.

‘I’ve never actually seen Ruine.’

He had imagined Ruine’s grown-up appearance countless times before.

‘You would have grown into someone more radiant than anyone else.’

He was sure she would have become someone twice as mature as him. Someone who had overcome pain and finally become an adult.

A hair color resembling dull sand, contrasting with brilliant silver. Eyes of blue that seemed to contain the world after sunset, completely different from her eyes of an ambiguous time.

Even when compared objectively, Irene Iphraim’s appearance was drastically different from the Ruine he had imagined in his mind. But why did he feel Ruine in the pathetic and shabby fake princess, he really had no idea.

Ruine is unlikely to be a princess.

It must be a groundless fear. It’s just that the words she uttered as she collapsed happened to remind me of my conversation with Ruine.

I must have been projecting Ruine for a moment for such a pathetic reason.

However, since I had seen Ruine overlapping with her, I couldn’t bring myself to be angry at the woman any longer, so Pereian had returned to his office.

The office was still quiet. Only the lonely cry of the man echoed off the walls and spread throughout the space.

Irene opened her heavy eyes in the bed that had become familiar before she knew it. She had been dreaming a dream in which her past with Ian was melted, and the tears she had unconsciously shed still left traces on her face. Irene remembers the words she spat at Pereian the moment she collapsed.

Your sea is still kind to me, she had said. The last memory she had was Pereian’s face, noticeably distorted at that moment. She regretted everything. She hated herself for bringing up those words.

Ian, you have forgotten me as Ruine forever.

Of course. A childhood proposal was just a joke… Even if it was Ian’s true feelings, he must have forgotten the days of Ruine as time passed. Because he said he has someone he loves now. How did he find out that she wasn’t the princess he proposed to? Irene groaned briefly.

He must have investigated me because he suspected me.

When she tried to tell the truth, she felt a burning sensation in her throat. Irene touched the bandage around her neck.

Can’t I tell Ian the truth?

Unless the silence spell was lifted, Irene had to either shut her mouth or tell only lies. In despair, her eyes naturally became wet. In the first place, Ian didn’t even believe that she was under a silence spell.

Thanks to Sipri’s intervention, she was able to get through the situation, but recalling the time when she was struggling to hold on to her mind, she felt suffocated again. Irene touched the bandage around her neck and got up from her seat.

“Atina must have been very surprised too.”

Atina, who was always by her side, was nowhere to be seen. Fearing that she might have suffered something terrible at the hands of Pereian, Irene opened the bedroom door and stepped out.

“Your Majesty!”

As she wandered around the deserted Coral Palace in search of Atina, she heard Sipri’s voice from behind.

“Ah, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. My throat doesn’t hurt either.”

Judging by his gaunt face, Sipri seemed to have been waiting for Irene’s recovery in the Coral Palace all along.

“I just put Atina to sleep.”

He added that he had secretly cast a sleep spell on her because she hadn’t slept a wink, and Sipri smiled awkwardly. The string of a glass bottle pouch was caught on his hand scratching his neck.

“…I heard from Atina that Your Majesty suffered hardship because of my favor.”

He seemed to be referring to the clash with Pereian over the glass bottle and letter. Irene waved her hand, saying it was okay, but Sipri, still reluctant, took Irene’s hand and handed over the glass bottle pouch.

“The wound on your neck will heal soon, but if it’s hard write it all down here.”

“If it’s a glass bottle letter, Pereian will hate it…”

“This time, I’ll take responsibility for sending it to your friend without anyone knowing.”

“Is it really okay to do that?”

Only after finally handing the stationery to Irene did he nod his head as if satisfied.

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