LOGINPrincess Vionna of Aurenza was dead. She died in the estate of Theron Thornefell, Warden of the North—buried beneath snow and silence. The blizzard raged for seven days before it eased, uncovering her frostbitten body beneath the drifts. Even in death, she was curled around her swollen belly, one arm reaching toward the nearest gates. No one came. She and the unborn child were frozen to death. Left behind. As the cold took her, regret cut deep. She never should've loved him. Never should've bowed. Because of her, the child never saw the sky. If she had another life, she'd never look his way again.
View More「名付けて!鉄子に玉砕大作戦だ!」
放課後、廊下を移動していると、とある教室からそんなふざけた作戦の名前が聞こえてきた。
全く誰がこんなバカな話をしているのか。
呆れながらも少し気になったのでその場で足を止め、声の聞こえた教室の方へと聞き耳を立ててみる。
ちなみに鉄子とは私、|鉄崎柚子《てつさきゆずこ》のことである。「お前はモテすぎなんだよ!悠里!だから鉄子に告白して玉砕するんだ!」
強くそう言い切った男子生徒の言葉に、私の心臓がドクンッと跳ねる。
男子生徒から出てきた名前、悠里とは、私の推し、沢村悠里くんだ。 どうやらあの教室内には同学年のスポーツ科の沢村悠里くんもいるらしい。沢村くんはまだ3年生が引退していないにも関わらず、2年生にして我が校のバスケ部のエースであり、そのかっこよすぎる爽やかな見た目から〝バスケ部の王子〟と言われ、ファンを多数獲得している存在だ。
ちなみに私もそのファンの1人で、決して表には出さないが、こっそり沢村くんを推していた。「イケメンで?優しくて?高身長で?バスケ部のエースで?そりゃ、女子が放っておかないよな?」
からかうような声に、周囲は笑う。
「毎日毎日悠里に告白告白。うちの大事なエースなのに告白の対応でほぼ部活に出られない、練習に参加できないってどういうことなんだよ」
そこに今度は呆れとも困惑ともつかない声が混じる。
「毎日最低、1〜2人、多い時は5人以上に告白されて、それに毎度丁寧に受け答えしてりゃあ練習時間もなくなるわな」
「うちは強豪校の一つだぞ?今年は全国でのベスト8だって狙っているのにこれじゃあな…」
続けて、1人は不満げに、1人は不安げに声を上げた。
先ほどまで明るかった空気が、一気に重くなる。教室内から聞こえる複数の男子生徒たちの困っているような声や、不満そうな声。 彼らの話の内容を聞き、私はすぐに教室内にいるのは、男子バスケ部の生徒たちと沢村くんだと察せた。沢村くんが毎日告白されていることは、この学校では周知の事実であり、放課後の恒例行事にさえもなっていたが、まさかここまで深刻な状況になっていたとは。 そしてその告白に全て丁寧に対応していたなんて、やはり沢村くんは推せる。「だからそこで鉄子に玉砕大作戦なんだよ!」
暗い空気が流れる中、私が足を止めるきっかけとなった作戦を、声高々に言う者が現れた。
「あの堅物風紀委員長に悠里が告白して、玉砕するんだ!その後は失恋で傷心中のフリをして、しばらく恋愛はいい、告白されると玉砕のトラウマが蘇る…とか言って悠里への告白の嵐を止めるんだよ!」
声だけしか聞こえないが、私への玉砕大作戦を推す男子生徒は、周りにそれはそれはもう熱く作戦内容を説明している。
そしてそんな彼の作戦に、バスケ部員たちは、ざわざわし始めた。「いいんじゃねぇか?」
「それが一番丸く収まる気がするな」
「鉄子なら万が一がなさそうだしね」
何と失礼なやつらだ。
好き勝手に喋るバスケ部員たちに、呆れて小さなため息を吐く。
推しに告白されるんだぞ?万が一しかないでしょうが。ごめんけど告白受け入れて彼女になっちゃうからね?
要は沢村くんがもうこれ以上告白されなければいいんでしょ?だったら別に沢村くんを振らなくても、彼女として私が壁になればいいんじゃない?
「それはダメだろ」
賛成多数の中、たった1人だけが反対の声を上げる。
この透き通ったイケボは私の推し、沢村くんだ。「好きでもないのに鉄崎さんに告白するなんて不誠実すぎるだろ。鉄崎さんで遊ぶようなものだ」
ただ1人、私のことを思って声音を低くした沢村くんに、胸がぎゅうっと締め付けられる。
私の推しはなんて優しいのだろうか。「だったら今いるお前のことを好きな女子を全員何とかして普通に練習に出てこい」
「鉄子なら大丈夫だって。アイツは風紀を守ることに命かけてるから。恋なんてしている場合じゃないから。お前なんてバッサリ振られるよ」
「ちゃんと現実見ましょうね?」
唯一反対意見を言った沢村くんに、その場にいたバスケ部員たちが、様々な声をかける。
どれも沢村くんを責めるような内容のものだ。その場いる複数人に責められて、沢村くんは黙ってしまった。
残念だ。推しの声が全く聞こえない。「…わ、わかったよ」
耳を澄ませて沢村くんのお言葉を待っていると、やっと不服そうな沢村くんの声が聞こえてきた。
「すごく申し訳ないけど、俺には告白してくる子たちをどうすることもできないし…。こっそり力を借りることにするよ。振られて好奇の目に晒されるのは俺だし…」
な、な、これは夢なのではないか?
渋々だが、今沢村くんは私に告白する感じのお言葉を発さなかったか?こ、告白してくれるの?推しが?私に?
とんでもないことを聞き届けた私は、彼らバスケ部の生徒たちに見つかり、この作戦がぱあにならないように、足音を立てることなく、静かにその場を後にした。
そして、推しに告白されることが確定してしまった私は、表向きは平静を保っていたが、心の中ではお祭り騒ぎだった。告白されるのならぜひお付き合いまでしてしまいたい。
だってこんな幸運、一生私には巡ってこないかもしれないから。Even the children of Stormrest knew how vital Ironmaw was—how could the soldiers not?They understood. Which was why the letter to Crownspire mattered so much.But Elsha didn't spare them a glance.She hated every last one of them.If not for that letter, she would've taken Her Highness home long ago.What were their lives to her?She belonged to the princess alone. Vionna bore the weight of duty—Elsha didn't. She'd never pretended to.She was selfish.All she'd ever wanted was for the princess to live.If she'd known this would be the end, she never would've left Vionna in Stormrest.But the damage was done. The ending already written.There was nothing left to change.Maybe now, she would carry the gem-carved pendant Vionna had once pressed into her palm and roam all of Aurenza.She still remembered the wishes Vionna made at her Coming-of-Age Ceremony:First—for peace across Aurenza, so she could roam freely.Second—for her father and mother to live long and rule in he
No one knew how Theron uncovered the truth about Marzella.But everyone knew he was right.The guards seized from his estate confessed soon after she was dragged away. Every last one had taken her coin—letting the Wildfolk slip past unnoticed.***Elsha stepped into Theron's tent the next morning.She stopped cold.In one night, his hair had turned completely gray.A bitter satisfaction stirred in her chest.Good.He deserved it.Her princess—fierce in love, fiercer in defiance—had suffered too deeply under his hand.Once, Elsha wouldn't have dared resent him. Vionna had loved him so wholly that even her death had seemed self-inflicted.But not anymore.Just a month ago, Vionna had said she was ready to leave Stormrest. Once the wounded were stable, she'd wait for Elsha to bring her home.She had chosen to let go.And still, because of him, she died.Gray hair wasn't enough.Why was he still alive, when the princess—so devoted to her people, to the wounded, to every la
In that dream, Theron saw it all.The one who dropped the drug into his cup—wasn't a nameless spy.It was Marzella.He saw the cliff rescue, too—not fate, but a trap sprung by the Wildfolk, timed to perfection.While Theron spent three years breaking Vionna piece by piece, Marzella lay tangled with a Wildfolk brute, chasing pleasure like a sickness. Heaven alone knows how many ways she gave herself to him.Only when a brutal snowstorm struck—killing their herds and forcing raids into the villages—did she tire of it. Savagery lost its charm.Then word reached her. Theron had crushed Vionna, yet still couldn't forget her.So Marzella returned. Staged her grand resurrection. Slipped into his arms like she'd never left.And then came Ironmaw.In that first life, House Morwynne's treachery shattered the stronghold. Thirteen villages fell. The Wildfolk butchered them all.The memory burned through Theron like acid.He'd buried the truth. Defended her legacy. Pleaded with the court
Theron dreamed.In the dream, he'd been drugged by a spy's hand.But the one who bore the price wasn't Marzella.It was Vionna.She lay beneath him, delicate as spring bloom, her sobs muffled against his skin. He gave no kindness.Like a summer storm—fierce, unyielding—he shattered her. When it ended, she couldn't move.Morning came. The haze lifted.Vionna hadn't stirred.Then the tent flap drew open.Marzella stood frozen at the threshold, gaze fixed on what lay inside. A heartbeat later, she turned and fled.She rode hard, vanishing into the trees—until the Wildfolk chased her down.He remembered watching her leap.Off the cliff, into silence.In the dream, when Theron returned to camp, he feigned nobility—spoke of marrying Vionna, of doing right by her.But behind the curtain, he did nothing.No search for the spy. No justice. Only blame.He cast it all on Vionna—Marzella's death, the poison, the betrayal.And worse—he turned whisper into wildfire.He claimed Vion
When Vionna opened her eyes, she was back at Theron's estate.He sat beside the bed, face tight with exhaustion.At her stir, he finally exhaled. "You're awake."She blinked. Was that worry?Then the truth settled in. She was a princess. If she died at Stormrest, he'd have a hard time answering
The blow knocked Vionna to the ground.Pain bloomed fast—her cheek swelling, blood coating her tongue.She reached up with shaking fingers. The moment they grazed the welt, her eyes flooded.Theron had never struck her before. Not in this life. Not in the last.She looked up, but tears blurred e
The fire still hissed in the brazier, but its heat didn't touch her.In its glow, Theron's face was carved in fury.For a moment, she thought she imagined it.Then his voice came—sharp as frost."Keep pretending. But hear this—no matter what game you play, the only one I love is Marzella."It h
Vionna returned to the tent she'd first been given when she arrived.A single cot, the sharp stench of herbs, and bloodied bandages heaped in the corners.She remembered how she'd loathed it once—how she'd begged Theron for days before he let her move closer to him.Now, standing in it again, her
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