The Unpredictable Villainess

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟChapter 37 ⋆ ﾟ

Lorenzo Morelli

I saw Armana's face. She was crying as if it was her own father. Her way of showing affection and emotion was different from everyone. It was as if, I could really be myself with her.

Everyone stood there in silence. Only Armana was sitting on the carpet floor, dripping water from her eyes. The crown in my hand felt heavy as I glanced at it. How am I suppose to be the King?

Charles stepped forward. Consoling Armana. "Your Highness...It is time to get up. We have to prepare for the funeral as well." He spoke.

Armana wiped her eyes off. She stood. Her eye lash was wet and face was red. She looked beautiful. She looked at me and gave me a look. A look of... sadness. It wasn't sympathy.

We all got out of the room. Fiona patted my shoulder. "Don't be sad, Lorenzo. I am sure you are going to be a great King." She gave me a soft smile.

I didn't need consolation like that.

I stared at Armana who didn't even spare a glance at us. She was thinking about something. Soon we will have to move in this Castle. Is she prepared for it?

Nikolai spoke this time, "It is better to arrive here soon." He looked at me. "Don't delay, Lorenzo." He told me as if I didn't know what I had to do. He was happy obviously because Armana will be moving here too. So that gives him more time to spend with her but I won't let that happen.

_

We were in my room sitting on the couch. Armana and I were the only person who was present in my room. I told everyone that I wanted to be alone but Armana insisted. She didn't say anything, she simply gave me a look that stopped me from stopping her from entering my room. Even Fiona doesn't hold that power towards me but Armana.

Armana was lost in her thoughts.

I let out a huge sigh, earning Armana's attention. "Everything happened so quickly." I spoke.

Armana didn't reply. She quietly listened to me.

"What...do I do..." For the first time, I realised, I was shaking out of fear. No it wasn't a normal fear. It was a fear of losing something or someone.

"I-.." This time tears went down my eyes. All my life, I have been seeing people losing their control while crying. I never knew what was the big deal of crying. To be crying was pointless, it just made people weak... but Why the hell am I crying for?
This was meant to happen. Of course...so why? Did my father's words did something to me?

Why did he have to confess that before he dies? I don't think I would feel this bad if I didn't knew. At the end of the day, he is my father who taught me how to survive the cruel world.

I scratched my hair, covered my face to hide crying face. I am the King now, nobody has the right to see me cry. I don't have to right to cry.

Suddenly, I felt a sudden warmness on me. I Looked to see Armana was hugging me, tightly like she wouldn't let me go. "Crying isn't for the weak. It helps you to start over." She spoke, finally. Her words gave me reassurance and this time, I hugged her back while I cried my tears off.

"What will I do now?" I panted. "I am not...prepared."

"The Lorenzo I read about..." she stopped hugging me and sat again, beside me. "Never said those lines. Did the author stop him from being a nonal human being?"

Her words made sense. I stared at her while tears stuck on my eyes.

"You are not a coward. You are not a second choice and you are not the sub male lead. It is your story. You make it. You design it." Her words echoed through my ears. "You are the King, Lorenzo.." My name coming out of her for the first time, made me relieved. "Cry as much as you can...This wouldn't make you weak, this would give you courage. You can do it. If a mere girl from another dimension can survive being Armana Frauleins till now, you are Lorenzo Morelli..." she smiled, putting one hand on my shoulder and rubbing on it with her thumb.

I hugged her again, tightly, more tightly. God...Let this woman stay here with me, please. I haverealised one thing. Crying doesn't make people weak, it makes a man stronger and confident. That is the reason, female are stronger in the inside
because they cry... they cry to become stronger. To be brave. To be bold. To be the best.