The Unpredictable Villainess

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟChapter 18 ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

Nikolai Lantsov

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So boring. . .

Knock. Knock.

"Come in!" I shouted.

"Your Grace. The carriage is ready." My knight, Jonathan said.

I nodded.

I am meeting Lorenzo today for some paper works which is the most boring thing ever existed. Talking with Lorenzo, my half brother. . . Was never really fun. He always nods, hums and answers what I question. He was never interested on asking me any questions. In fact, being rude to me might gain him some pride but nah.

Father have decided to marry off Lorenzo to the South Emperor's daughter, Armana Frauleins, which is something I would've refused if I was Lorenzo as I have heard, Princess Armana's rumours isn't something to make fun of but to get scared of. I heard she ones cut off a maid's finger because she brushed her hair a little too aggressively.

But the Armana Frauleins I met, at her birthday and in the Palace, it wasn't the rumoured Princess. It was the soft, sweet and gentle Armana Frauleins that nobody knew of. Instead of getting mad or throwing up for bringing her dead rats on her birthday, she simply looked at me with disappointment like she was already expecting me to behave like that. As if she knows me. . .

"How are you, Lucas?" I asked, patting on his shoulder.

"Your Grace." He bowed. "I am doing well. How have you been?"

"Doing pretty awful lately but praying that it will disappear." I chuckled. "Why are you here by the way instead of being on Lorenzo's side?"

"Lady Fiona is inside. So, I am just standing here until she leaves." He straightly answered, unafraid of me.

He seems to hate Fiona. Yes, Fiona is sweet, gentle, kind but. . . Something about her seems fake to me. It is as if, she's doing all these to gain something. It is as if, she being here isn't a coincidence but a plan.

Besides, if I had to choose between Fiona or Armana, I would choose Armana with closing my eyes because the Armana I am encountering lately, is something that is worth keeping.

I stepped towards the door as I heard mumbled voices.

"No. She helped me choose a dress." I heard Fiona's voice. "She said she will be matching with you at the banquet." She then gasped. "Oh-! I was suppose to keep that a secret. Oh no . . . Please do not tell her that."

Lorenzo's chuckle filled the room as he said, "It's alright. You're secret is safe with me. How did she know what I will be wearing?" He asked.

"She asked Liana and she showed Armana the sample of your suit and she redesigned it and matched with your patterns." She said with a bit of disappointment. "She really does have a talent for fashion. You guys would look really cute in the matching set."

"Fiona . . . Who said I'd match with her?" Lorenzo said. "What colour will you be wearing?"

"Light green." She answered right away.

"I will have Liana to send the details to Marcus for my dress to rearrange. If you wear light green, I wear light green too."

"B-But. . . Lorenzo, what will people think about you and Armana?"

"We are nothing but a couple in papers which I can tear in a second. I do not give a damn about people who likes to gossip."

I see, Fiona Barlee isn't the sweetish person I know. If Lorenzo and Fiona matches, then Armana would match with Lorenzo which he isn't wearing because he is matching with Fiona so Armana would end up being the laughing stock in front of all the nobles which isn't good for her reputation as she's already in the centre of attention.

Hmm. . .

I think I do have an idea.

Just as I was about to leave, Fiona came out of the room and her eyes widened, "Your Grace?" She muttered. "How have you been?"

"It is lovely to see you again, Lady Fiona." I gave my most charming smile, from which she blushed.

"The h-honour is all mine. What brings you here?" She stammered but still managed to speak.

"Paperworks." I huffed and she chuckled.

I used to smile on that chuckle but something is stopping me today. Sure, Fiona is a pretty woman, and kind. . . Is she kind? I have to check on that later.

"Lorenzo is inside, you can go inside." She informed like I didn't know. Fuck, she's annoying me so much and this light pink hair of her... it's fucking annoying. . .

I nodded and went inside.

Lorenzo looked at me as he already knew I was about to come. "Hello, dear brother." I grinned, widely.

He glared at me and replied, "Take these papers and return it to me in three days." He handed me thousands of papers.

"You. . . Are kidding right?" I looked at her in disbelief.

He raised his brow seriously. Seriously!

"Lorenzo! This is too much for three days. . . I am a Duke, not a jinnie in the lamp!" I shouted, careying those thousand paper works.

"Let Lucas help you." He said. "You may leave."

"Lorenzooo!" I whined. "Spare me, brother, will you?" I said, as I whined.

He did not say anything but started to work on his own work . . .

I left the room and spotted Lucas, who was holding his laugh.

"Laugh all you want. One day, you will get the most works." I said, loudly.

Lucas bursted out laughing. . .

"I have no respect here!" I whined. "Help me. Will you?"

Lucas nodded and carried all the paperworks to my carriage.

"Thank you, Lucas." I smiled and he smiled back.

I left the Palace without meeting Armana because I have something important to handle.

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"Your Grace. . .?" Marcus muttered as soon as he saw me.

"Marcus. You have to make me a suit by tomorrow morning." I commanded.

"W-What? But, Your Grace. . . It is impossible-"

"Nothing is impossible, Marcus. Nothing is." I said as I smiled. It was a smile that I give when I have to convince someone.

"Okay." He sighed. "I need the designs."

"Exactly like Lorenzo's previous suit. The Royale Blue one."

His eye brows raised, "Why?"

"Are you questioning me, Marcus?" I asked, raising my brow.

"That's not it. Please forgive me for my rudeness." He said.

I nodded.

"You can wear the suit that was made for Lorenzo instead of making the same one." He suggested.

"Will that fit me?" I asked.

"It might be a little loose but it wouldn't make much of a difference." He said.

"Then so be it, send me the suit by tomorrow." I smiled. "Thank you."

He nodded. "My pleasure."

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"What conversation?" Armana asked.

I smiled, "It's a secret." I leaned towards her and whispered.

She sighed, "Your Grace, sometimes I feel like you are a child."

"I am indeed a child." I said. "The child of the Emperor." I shrugged.

Armana looked at me in disbelief before bursting out laughing.

"What?" I chuckled with her.

She couldn't stop laughing until Lorenzo came into view. She stopped and a hint of anger, madness and rage spread her whole face.

What the hell is happening between these two people?