I Shall Be The Villain

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"Sister, my dear Vonetá," my brother, the emperor, called my name with affection, "what gift do you desire for your twentieth birthday? Name it, and it shall be yours."

A smile played on my lips as I had already pondered this request long before the game's reset. "Brother, I wish for a slave."

The surprise flickered across his face before he composed himself with a gracious smile. "A slave? And may I ask for what purpose?"

"Yes, indeed," I confirmed with a nod. "I seek a particular slave-a man around twenty, with stunning blonde hair and captivating violet eyes. I smiled, "Finding him should not be too challenging, for he is quite distinct in appearance."

My brother absorbed the details, his expression thoughtful. While the notion of owning a slave was taboo among nobility, I knew the emperor would make it happen, for he held me, his only sister, in high regard.

"I understand," he said, acknowledging my request. "You've been contemplating this for some time, it seems."

Setting down my teacup, I affirmed, "... Yes, I believe it's time to take a concubine."

The clatter of utensils echoed as my brother's grip loosen. "Vonetá, am I understanding correctly? You wish to make this slave... your first concubine?"

"Yes," I stated firmly.

"I must object," his tone firm and unwavering. "While you may choose anyone as your concubine, selecting a slave is out of the question."

"Brother," I lowered my gaze, a hint of sadness in my voice, "I have never made such a drastic request before. But you assured me you could grant anything within your power, and a one slave should be well within that realm."

"It is not the acquisition of a slave that concerns me," he replied sternly, "but the potential scandal it may bring upon you."

Placing my hand atop his, I attempted to soothe his agitation. "A slave and rumors will not tarnish my reputation, brother."

"Who would dare besmirch the princess of this empire?" I continued, "Only those who seek to challenge our family's authority. By this, we can keep them in check." Though reluctant, I detected a hint of acquiescence in my brother's expression. "Very well. I shall procure this slave for you."

Gratitude flooded me as I smiled warmly. "Thank you, brother. You are truly the best sibling a princess could ask for."

As promised, the emperor set out his best knights to find the slave that matched my description. Days passed before they returned, presenting to me the man I had envisioned-a striking face with blonde locks and captivating violet eyes, kneeling in the ground.

"Here is the slave you requested, my dear Vonetá," my brother announced with a pride. "I pressure I brought you the right one?"

I observed the man before me, his demeanor calm yet guarded. A same face of my past flashed in mind. "Yes. Thank you, brother," I replied, acknowledging his efforts. "This is the best gift you have given to me."

His smile radiated warmth as he spoke, "I'm pleased to see that you seem to be enjoying yourself. Although I initially opposed this entire affair, my affection for my younger sister knows no bounds. I wanted nothing more than to ensure that you have everything your heart desires. Now that my task here is complete, I shall return to my palace." With a tender gesture, he pressed a kiss to my cheek, "Happy birthday, dear sister."

The emperor left with his guards and knights. Turning to the kneeling man, I addressed him directly. "What is your name?"

Although I know it, I still want to hear it from his lips. He hesitated for a moment before responding, "I am called Lysander, Your Highness."