The Prince echoes through my mind for a moment before I come to my senses. I back up a little so I'm not so close to him before rising. I stare at him with what I'm sure is a shocked expression. "'Hey,' you say" he repeats in a bored tone. "To the Prince of this empire?" He gives a slight smirk. I gasp before quickly curtsying and saying my greetings "May the sun of the Cimelia Empire never burn out." These words are spoken rushed and a bit messy but they'll do. His frown comes back into place and that's when I notice his attire. For someone attending his very own father's birthday ball, he's dressed up like a general. Wait he is the head of the empires Army. But still, it's like he just came from the barracks or something.
He's in a white-uniformed suit trimmed with gold thread A red fox fur is cut around the collar and chest giving him a very princely look. I sound stupid he is a prince. I face-palm myself. In the time it took for me to check him out, it seems he did the same as well and came to a quick conclusion. "You're a Linclair aren't you?" His gold hair which is styled so one half is pushed back glimmers in the garden lights and makes the White roses around him shimmer. "Yes Your Highness" I reply automatically. "A Linclair sitting on the ground who also has no manners hm I've heard rumors of such. You're Samantha? No Scarlet? Wait give me a moment" his smirk is back in place. And he was the main person I wanted to avoid tonight. "It's Sylvia" I snap at him in a harsh tone. His eyes widen a little at my tone but I don't feel ashamed. I won't let anyone disrespect Sylvia, not even the future emperor.
Just when I think he's about to explode from anger or something similar he laughs the most hysterical laugh I've heard. Right this is Alexander the Mad Prince. He ended the war on the western border in the span of a month. Beheading the leader and taking control of the territory. A cunning and calculating commander. The Mad Prince. A cold bead of sweat slides down my back and I'm starting to shiver from the chill outside. It's the start of winter now. All of a sudden he stops his loud laugh and takes a huge step in front of me so that now he's inches away and a towering figure. I feel the cold steel of a blade at my throat before I even realize it's been drawn. "You have a lot of nerve but that's not too shocking based on the rumors I've heard" he says in a low voice his eyes low-lidded. My eyes widen in fear and I can feel the blood drain from my face. "No one would object if I got rid of the 'crazy bitch of the duchy' right?" He asks me with that cruel smile still on his lips. He digs the blade deeper and a small struggled sound escapes my throat.
"W-wait! I only corrected you because"...I need an excuse quickly. He lessens the weight of the sword. His brow is raised again. "Because?" He asks me. "Um because I wanted you to...." "You wanted me to?" Now his tone is losing its lightheartedness. "You have ten seconds. 1..."
What do I say?! Because you were being arrogant? That's sure to get me killed. I remember from the book that the prince would kill just about anyone if he felt like it and no one was ever stupid enough to stand against him. "8...." "I wanted you to know the name of the girl who admires you!" I blurt out and regret it as soon as the words leave my lips. "Admire...?" He says after agonizing seconds. He takes an unsteady step back giving me a confused look. Fuck it. "Y-yes I admire his highness a great deal! Ever since I attended your coming home party last year from the war I've wanted to be near you!" I shout while now looking at my heels. I bet my face is as red as a cherry. Finally, he answers. "And what is it that you admire about me?" I straighten my head so fast that my vision spins momentarily. "What is it that I admire about you?" "Yes if what you say is true then I would like to know what Sylvia Linclair admires so about me." He smiles faintly. "I admire..." sweat beads at my brow and I could faint from this anxiety. My mind is completely blank I can't make up something right now. But I don't want to die yet. "I admire"... He gives me an almost pitying look before sighing. "At the annual royal contest, I'll be sure to get an answer out of you. Now go before I change my mind." He turns and walks off deeper into the garden.
"He let me off?" I mumble to myself before I realize he might come back. I turn and head back towards the ballroom in a hurry hoping to not run into any more people for the rest of the night. Just then loud trumpets blare and echo throughout the hall. The music and everyone fall silent until only the announcer's voice can be heard. "Announcing Emperor Ambrose de Epifanio Lioncrag of the Cimelia Empire alongside...." Wow, that was an unnecessarily long name. I don't catch the rest of the names but I don't need to when I catch my first glimpse of them. They all have those strange blue eyes and blond hair (except for the empress) but none of them have hair as brilliant as Alexander's. Obviously, the royal family contains the Emperor (who doesn't look as old as I imagined maybe mid-fifties), the Empress (a woman with pretty black hair), and I'm assuming the second prince. From what I remember he's a frail boy who's a few years younger than Alexander. He'll probably be put in charge of some military position when his brother takes the throne.
My thoughts are interrupted when I catch the sharp smell of blood. I turn my head slowly to my right where I see a girl whose face is as pale as the moon cutting her arm open and chanting what seems to be a spell. Just then the room shakes and a high-pitched shriek is heard. A dragon has appeared.
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The Villainess Always Loses
RomansaThere was a girl born in the world that we live in today until she gets violently murdered. Instead of dying like an average human, she is transported Into a new world that is back in the past. The world that she is transferred into is a world that...
