The Unpredictable Villainess

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟChapter 39 ⋆ ﾟ

Lorenzo Morelli

"Where is Armana?" I asked her maid.

"She is handling something with Sir Charles, Your Majesty." She replied.

I went to Charles study room and there they were, focused on something. They both couldn't see me.

"But shouldn't the West people handle it? I mean, they do have a lots of coal production there and if our friendship with them is better, we won't need to waste an area to build a coal factory. We can make something else?" Mellisa asked Charles's opinion.

Everyone was right. Armana do make a lovely Empress and clever one at that.

"Do you know who the King is there?" I asked, earning both of their glances.

"Your Royal Majesty." Armana stood up from the chair and Charles curtsied.

"The idea is great, my lovely Queen but the king of West will never shake hands with us." I said.

"He is a nice person, what do you mean?" Armana said, narrowing her eyes.

"You've met him before?" I asked.

"Yeah, we used to play when we were kids, but later when his father died, he had to take responsibilities so he stopped coming." She shrugged.

Mellisa isn't friendly with him but Armana is but I still feel a rage of jealousy at the sound of it.

"I see." I replied. "Continue with your work, I will take my leave now."

Armana looked at me in confusion but then nodded. I went my way towards my chamber where I saw Fiona standing outside the door. Lucas isn't letting her enter.

"Is something the matter, Fiona?" I asked.

"Lorenzo-!" Fiona's tears went down as she called my name.

In the past, I would've felt a sudden ting inside me but I don't feel that anymore. It is like, Fiona's tears doesn't bother me but Armana's will.

I looked at her waiting for her to stay something.

" I feel so lonely..." she made an upsetting face. "Everyone is busy with their works and everyone is ignoring me."

I took a glance at Lucas who rolled his eyes. Probably wondering, 'not everyone is a freeloader like you are.' Wait. Did that just came into my mind? Do I think Fiona is a freeloader? Well...She could never be Armana. Armana is such a hardworking lady. No. Mellisa is. She is so cute and good at what she does. Her way of talking, her behaviour, everything is perfect.

"Well, things have changed. Everyone is a lot busier than you think. You can go to the Garden to freshen up your mind. You may excuse yourself now." I nodded at Lucas and he opened the door.

"B-But Lorenzo-"

The door closed as soon as I entered the room. Did I just behave rudely with Fiona? I don't feel guilty.

_

I checked the window, it was already night time, I stood up from my chair and went to Armana's
room.

"She still hasn't come back yet, Your Royal Majesty." Her maid said.

Huh? What was she doing?

I went to Charles room again. Charles was doing something on a paper, he saw me and was on his way to stand up but I gestured him not to.

Armana was dozing off on her table.

"Why didn't you send her away?" I said quietly.

"She said she wanted to finish what she was doing." He then looked at her and smiled, "Being an Empress is sure a hard job."

"Keep your eyes out of my woman." I gently tugged her hair which was bothering in front of her face. "I am taking her back to her room."

I picked her up gently, she only hummed but didn't open her eyes. She looks beautiful. The pink hair colour, the beautiful lashes, the soft puffy lips...

Cut the crap, Lorenzo! What are you thinking? Trying to take advantage of a woman when she is sleeping?!

I gently walked my way towards Armana's room but then I realised her maid is a chaotic one and she will definitely wake Armana up with her squealing.

Ichanged the route and took her to my room instead. She can stay here. She is my wife after all. I smiled at the thought of it.

"Mhmm. cold." She mumbled.

"My Queen." I kissed on her forehead and she smiled softly. Was she awake?

"Cream bun." She spoke while sleeping.

This woman. I chuckled. I placed her down on my bed and stared at her for I don't know how long. I couldn't take my eyes of her. I sure have to get a lot of cream buns tomorrow.

I lied down beside her, sharing my warmth with her. I hugged her. Somehow, I felt a relief hugging her. The peace. The calm.
Was it that I love Armana and that is why I feel like this around her? Or was it that, I was finally understanding how to genuinely love someone.

Mellisa deserves all the love and care.

"I love you." I whispered, on her ear and kissed her cheeks.

She simply giggled and shifted on the other side. Oh no. Don't do that. Face me. I want to see your face. I gently moved her and faced her in front of me. Looking at her face reminded me of the first time she came here. How she was all dressed up to see me at the training field. Trying her best to make everyone believe how much she is in love with me.

I realised, from the very beginning she tried her outmost best to survive and she did. Even the day, she was shot, she tried her best to survive. Mych was impressed by her immune system quickly preventing all the infections. She is really a brave one that I have ever encountered.

I want to hear her voice, her confession, her laugher, her jokes..everything. Everything of her is unique. My father, wherever you are now, I thank you for choosing her as my wife. My Queen. My beloved. My wife.

I kissed her again, on the forehead, I held her soft puffy lips with my finger tips...It's so soft and devastating like it's pulling me towards it. I moved forward.. forward..few inches away from her.

"NO-!"

I shoved away as soon as I heard her, afraid that she caught me red handed.

"You cannot have my mushroom soup-!" She yelled.

Another dish to the list. I chuckled.

What was I doing just now? Trying to kiss her?
Fuck...