"Aflame?!" A man's shout echoed in the corridor "Are you deeply sure that it said aflame?" Father pestered, his brows furrowed with concern.
"It is, according to Ophelina," I replied calmly, taking a sip of my tea as I tried to process whether it was true or not.
"Dear me, what should I do? Report this to the emperor? But it would cause a major uproar!" Father fretted, his chin resting on his palm as he contemplated the weight of the situation.
"How about we do nothing? You do not even know where this scroll came from, it's completely unreliable!" I suggested, attempting to lessen the growing tension that hung in the air.
It was true though, even if this was the scroll Eric would give, it made no sense! There was no mention of a man in The Scroll—how was I supposed to trust this?
Before Father could respond, a sharp knock broke the tense silence, and a messenger boy burst into the room, his eyes wide with urgency.
"Your grace! The young master has returned! With a special guest!" he reported breathlessly, panting to no end.
"Immediately lead me to him!" Father exclaimed, his expression shifting from worry to determination as he rose to his feet and followed the messenger boy with a quick pace.
I, who was left on my own, decided to follow to find out the identity of this "special guest"
And I was certainly not expecting it to be...
Fucking Eric.
"Saviro! You found him! I knew I could rely on you!" Father exclaimed with relief as he embraced Saviro, while I stood there, frozen in place like a statue, unable to comprehend the situation.
"Your Highness, Prince Eric!" Father's smile grew even wider as he greeted the prince. "I assumed Saviro had told you everything. Welcome!" His voice filled with hospitality.
As I watched the exchange, I couldn't help but feel a sense of Fear. Prince Eric's piercing gaze fell upon me, and for a moment, I braced myself for a cold, disapproving stare.
Instead, to my surprise, his expression softened into a warm and loving smile. Matching the deep blush on his pale skin.
"My love..." His voice was filled with tenderness as he addressed me, and I felt a rush of emotions welling up inside me.
It was not love, nor was it affection, rather, it was fear.
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Whatever means to survive
Любовные романыA dying author who finds herself reincarnated into the body of her very own villainess -- and she will do whatever means just to survive her wretched faith. ____ Sorry for any grammar errors and the mature language. The cover was created using a Can...
