The Unpredictable Villainess

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟChapter 33 ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

Armana Frauleins

Where am I? It is dark here. All I could see was black and black. I hate dark places. It makes me remind of the first time I died. Am I dead again? Could I not make myself alive?

"I won't let you die."

Nikolai's voice echoed through the everywhere. That calmed me down. I could hear all of it. Every sounds. Every concerns. Every sadness. Every screaming.

"Leave all of you! Don't dare to step inside my sister's room! You don't have to right to see someone whom you can't protect! LEAVE-!" Sol's sobbing noises filled everywhere.

I couldn't do nothing. I was stuck here where everything was black.

Suddenly, a sparkle of light flashed in front of me. I began to follow it. I ran to chase it. They say, you don't chase something you don't know, but how could I not when it was my only hope to escape from the darkness I was in?

Suddenly, the sparkle got bigger and larger until the darkness disappeared. I find myself in a garden where they is a fountain. That same fountain, of that baby crying while he has a big crown on his head.

Responsibilities.

There was a place where the pillars were carved from white marble and adorned with golden filigree. There was a single table with plush silk cloth arranged around. The chairs were made of white marbles too revealing an elegant look from my point of view. Foods were arranged around the table. My favourites. There was a sweet smell of orchids lingering throughout the atmosphere.

"Child." A sudden voice surprised me, but I couldn't see no one. The same sparkle came in front of me again. It started reforming into a human shape and there stood a beautiful man. A man with no sin, a man so pure I could look at him all day and night. He looks familiar but I cannot recognise him.

"Who...are. you, Sir?" I asked, my eyes still couldn't believe the lovely man standing infront of me. He stood there like he had come from heaven. His hair, a silken cascade of pure white, shimmered faintly in the light... it was his eyes that held the most mystery. It was calm, silvery grey.

He smiled, "You have been through a lot, my child. Come and sit there. Eat as much as you want."

I stood there, still confused. My hands clenched on my dress. My dress was a white silky one as if I'm also in heaven. Am I...?

I quietly followed him and say down on the chair while he sat on the other side.

"My son can be really hard to maintain sometimes...Instead of a golden spoon, he was born with a normal one. I never spoiled him, instead at the age of 7, he went to war. I didn't fear him being slaughtered for the sake of the country. All I could think about was if he lose, he would disrespect me. His mother died due to an unknown illness and nobody found the cure for it. You see, my child. As a father, I wanted to give him the world yet I failed to. As this story is just a fictional story, so I had no choice but to repeatedly see my son miserable." He paused, looked at me.

It was the current Emperor. Lorenzo's father. He looked young so I couldn't recognise him. "What made him so miserable?" I asked.

"Fiona Barlee." His tone got serious. "Even though, the author portrayed the story as if  they lived happily ever after but nobody knows what happens after the ending of a story. The 'The End' isn't always so refreshing and beautiful. I will send you to the time after Armana Frauleins dies by the hand of Lorenzo." He said, with a serious tone.