The Unpredictable Villainess

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟChapter 22 ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

Lorenzo Morelli

"Charles." I called out. "Hand these to the Duke when he comes here." I handed out some papers.

"Are you going somewhere, Your Majesty?" He took the papers and asked.

"I am taking Fiona to the City Market." I replied.

He didn't react. He simple nodded. "About the investigation. . ."

"Forget about it." I said without thinking.

I should investigate this matter. Someone is hurting Fiona and I simply forget about it. I will always support Fiona as much as I love her but a part of me knew, somehow Armana was right. It was her eyes that was telling the truth not her mouth. It was her calm face that was confident that she wasn't lying.

And on the other hand, Fiona had a face that clearly proved that she was scared of Armana knowing the truth. But what's the truth?

"I didn't think you would drop this matter so soon." Charles scoffed.

"I didn't think you would go all the way to the North Valley to bring her some Crystal Magnolia." I looked at him and he stiffened.

"It's the person, Your Majesty. I've seen Princess Armana's hard work thorough her." He smiled. "She's the perfect fit for Empress."

"Leave now." I said and he nodded and got out of the room.

Why is everyone against Fiona now that Armana arrived?

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"Fiona. . ." My eyes widened. "Who the fuck did this to you?"

"L-Lorenzo. . ." Her tears filled the room.

"I-I wasn't trying to hurt Lady Fiona, Y-Your Majesty. I promise. I do not even know how the tea dropped on her h-hands. F-Forgive me, please!" The maid who probably belong to Armana cried out.

I looked at Fiona's emerald green eyes now teary. Her hands were burning. It was red.

"You dare to hurt her like that?!" I yelled and everyone present in the room flinched. "Call Armana, right now." I ordered Lucas and he didn't waste any time and ran off to obey my orders.

Few moments of waiting, I saw Armana came inside the hall room, looking like the Royalty she has always been. Her light pink hair reaching her waist and her pale green gown perfectly matching with the emerald necklace and bracelet. . .

Isn't this the bracelet I gave to her on her birthday? It's surprisingly that she wore it.

Her concerned eyes scanned the whole room before landing it on me. Her expression darkened, as if she was looking at someone she hates but is forced to look at.

Is this how you look at the person you love, Armana? Is this how the people of South loves or is it just my imagination? Or maybe. . . Armana Frauleins never really liked me to begin with. Why do I feel so nauseous and uneasy?

"Your Majesty." She curtsied.

"Stop pretending like you do not know a single thing about this." I said, everyone silent.

She looked at Fiona then at her maid, she smiled, "I believe, no matter how much my maid hates someone, she wouldn't cause such a reckless move. She's more into cussing." She then chuckled.

"Armana. You are crossing the limit!" I shouted. "How dare you hurt Fiona?!"

"I didn't." She looked at me with a blunt expression. "I mean everyone can bet on that. Definitely. I wasn't even present here."

"You think you are clever?" I stepped forward towards her. She was scared but her confidence stood in no time.

"I have a huge amount of trust on my maid and I believe she didn't do such a thing." She said. "But Lady Fiona, don't you think you should take a break from blaming people unnecessarily? You just got recovered from that horse incident. Take my advice and do it later otherwise, people might get suspicious of you." She shrugged.

I took a glimpse of Fiona and it was the first time I ever saw such an expression made by Fiona. It was as if, it wasn't her but a clone of her. Could Fiona make such a expression like that. . .? Her face was filled with anger, rage, madness. She was pissed at Armana.

But I was standing there quietly without saying anything because deep down, I know Armana has a point right there and everyone on the spot must also agree with Armana that Fiona did it on purpose just to put the blame on Armana later.

How can I think of something against Fiona? I love her. . . But. . .

I gulped, "Lucas, call Sir Mych and let him treat Fiona's burned hand."

"Lorenzo. . . I didn't do it on purpose. I sweat it was A-"

"Let us not cause a scene here, Fiona." I smiled and held her hand. I peaked at Armana who was staring at the people who were staring at our hands.

Fiona gave up and went with Lucas. All the people present there left too, leaving just the two of us alone.

"Armana. Come to my room, tonight." I said.

Her face immediately got red as I looked at her closely.

"W-Why, Your Majesty?" She asked.

"I have an important thing to do." I said.

Why was she blushing so hard? Did I say something that I shouldn't have?

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She smiled. "I thought you would almost snap my head off this time without hearing from my side."

I raised my brow, "Don't get your hopes up, Princess Armana. You and me can never be together even if we are marriage. My heart will never call your name, so give up."

She looked at me with a blunt expression. "I would not disturb you from now. I will stay out of you and Lady Fiona's way too. But I might ask for something that would be a little difficult to do but it will be temporary."

"What is it?"

"Let's leave our conversation for tonight." She winked, chuckled then left me all alone.

What possible she could ask for? She's a princess. She has everything. What is it that you want, Armana?