The story of a reincarnated villainess.
"It's your life now."
Sometimes we find peace in our constant suffering, sometimes we break free of our suffering,
but sometimes, we escape to a foreign land were, where newfound family becomes our own.
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I got off the carriage. My dress pulled around me, loud noises and the sweet and savory smell of the street food welcomed me. I looked around for a bit, in the distance I could see some of the civilians putting up tents for the festivals. New venters and traders learning the streets of the capitol. The carriages of the aristocrats are passing by one after another in great speed and intensity of something unknown. I couldn't help but smile to myself. This place was far different then the estate I was used to.
As I walked ahead, I sensed the aura of the bracelet before I noticed the Crown Prince. The aura the bracelet was omitting was an ancient one but yet so powerful and yet so beautiful. And among that remarkable and dazzling magic, I saw Lucian Alastiar. His black hair, unruly as ever but his brilliant red eyes burned into mine. He was wearing a dark brown long constellation-embroidered coat, fitted waistcoat, and silver chains. Matching dark brown pants, boots and black gloves to finish the outfit. It was rather less dazzling then his usual outfits he is known to wear when he attends events or balls but since he was trying to pass for the normal aristocrat image, this would have to do.
I walked up to him with the smile I did my best to hide, tiling my hat up to properly match his gaze for a childish way to establish dominance or in our case bargain.
"Greeting, your highness" I nodded my head towards him as an acknowledgment at which a smirk creeped up his face.
"You are rather polite today, Miss Esmeray" He said with a bow at which I raised an eyebrow and smiled when I realized he was playing an aristocrat with low ranking and not much of an identity.
"Bowing to me rather suits you, your highness," I tried the mocking tone he gave to me the other way which only earned a laugh from him as he raised up straight and led us inside the restaurant he was waiting upon.
I smirked as he whispered, "You might need to out-rank me if you want to keep seeing it."
At which I couldn't help but scoff. Out-rank the Crown Prince? He is set to be the Future Emperor and the only way to out rank him might be by being the Empress. That literally is like chasing the horizon.
"Are you setting me up for a fool's errand to catch the wind?" I glared at him to which he laughed.
The inside of the restaurant was remarkable. The walls of the place were in the color of elegant navy matching the blue and white floral carpeted floor. The dining salon is drenched in natural light from soaring windows, where crystal chandeliers hang above curved sapphire banquettes, damask chairs, and tables dressed in crisp white linen. It was indeed a mesmerizing sight. There were musicians in every corner, playing the piano, violins and harps.
I walked a step ahead of him as I spoke, "An excellent choice you made on picking this restaurant."
At this, his brows frowned and then he spoke up
"Excellent choice?" he questioned. "I wouldn't call this an excellent choice, the musicians are playing a couple of notes wrong."
"I didn't realise you were such a keen listener to music." I explained as Lucian moved us to our reserved spot and our server waited on us to make orders.
