I look at the pile of books, and school works in front of me. It’s probably my bad luck because when I wished I wanted my fever to last, it didn’t happen.

No good days for a villainess, eh?

I pick one of the books. I was about to skim the pages when I see a letter in between pages. I took it and read the contents of the letter.

It’s the letter Rufus sent after the shooting incident in the western region.

    ‘Dear Csille,

     I heard what happened to you and the crown prince in the western region. I was worried when I heard about it. That’s why I immediately sent you a message. I don’t know if by the time it arrived there, you’re awake or still unconscious. But I wish you could read this the moment it arrives there.

   This is the reason why I didn’t want you to come with the Count and the Countess. I knew something terrible would happen, and look at you. You’ve been unconscious. Rest well, okay? Please send me a message if you read this, so I will rest assured you’re okay

   Also, I sent you a message because of something important. I don’t know if you will be the one reading this, so I wouldn’t write the specifics. Let’s just talk when you come back to the Capital. Take care always, Purplany.

P.S. Send my regards to the Crown Prince.

Love,

Rufus’

Something important? What does Rufus want to say?

    I couldn’t contact Rufus because he is at the Royal University of Vrawyth studying. As much as I want to send him a message, I couldn’t. The University only allows letters from the family of the receiver. This means I can only talk to him about the important thing he is saying after returning to the dormitory. And it will be five days from now.

I put the letter down and look at the pile of school works I need to work on. I still have four days before I go back to the dormitory. I have been working for two days now. Finishing all the school works I need to do. Although I think I still have a long way to go. Probably more than half a month of paper works still.

    I put the letter back in the book and slump my head on the table. I’m tired. My head hurts. Like come on, I just recovered from a fever, and here I am stuDYING one month’s worth of school works.

   Why do I need to do this? Is this some sort of karma for the villainess?

   I look at the calendar to calculate how much paperwork I should do each day to finish it all. Five days? No, it’s four days.

   Tomorrow will be the day that the King knighted Sir Farren. And the Lauretré family is invited to the knighting ceremony. That’s the only time I could take a break from all this cramming.

   The event will be for a whole day. The knighting is actually just a side event. There’s a homecoming party for both Prince Fraser and the Lauretré family.

   The King will also announce to the people of the Vrawyth Kingdom about the two trainings Prince Fraser undergo these past years.

The King dares to announce it because it will be Prince Fraser’s last training. That’s why he will disclose it to the people. To let them know what happened to the Crown Prince, not for sympathy but to let the people know that there are people who want to take the life of the only heir of the Kingdom.

The Lauretré family will also be awarded with an honorary certificate for guarding the Crown Prince in his stay in the western region. Also, for the charity works the Count and the Countess done in the western region.

Tomorrow? I look up at the sky and sigh. Tomorrow will be another day of me not having full control over my body.

It’s the price I need to pay for choosing this world. I look at the pictures in my study table. It’s the picture of me, the Count, the Countess, and Brother Pascal.

Besides that picture frame, there is another picture frame. It’s a picture of me with Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee when we were young. Besides that, there is another picture. It’s a picture of Rufus and me while sitting in our favorite pastry shop.

I look at the pictures and touches each of them. At least I could have saved all of you.I only wish you won’t hate me for what will I become in the future.

________________

“Csille, don’t take too long, okay? The knighting ceremony for Sir Farren will start. We don’t want you to miss it, okay?”

My head nods at my mother before my foot walks towards the exit.

It’s the day! The day of knighting ceremony for Sir Farren, and it’s also the sign that the story is starting to progress now.

I’m honestly scared. I’m afraid of what Will Csille do in the future. Funny how I am scared even though I know what will happen in the future.

It’s kind of ironic, most people are scared because they don’t know what will happen to them in the future. While here I am, well aware of the future happenings but still scared at it.

  I wish I could just do something not to make it come true. Although I know, it’s just my wishful thinking. The writer already told me that I could not do something against what I have written. It’s their destiny. It’s my destiny to be the villainess.

  And it’s Csille’s day again. The real Csille Lauretré. She is the one in control today again.

My foot walks towards the garden—the garden scene. I remember now. Before Sir Farren’s knighting, Prince Fraser and Csille will have a chance encounter in the Palace Garden.

   My foot led me to the table and chair. I sit on it and starts to appreciate the flowers. It’s one of the rare days of tranquility because, after this, everything in Csille’s life will be a mess, which is a product of her doing. She is the only one to blame for her misery.

   “Csille?”

   My body stiffens, and it looks back to the person who calls me. It’s Prince Fraser. He really did come.

   He is standing in there looking as dashing as ever. I could feel my face burning up. Oh no! Are you flustered, Csille? You’re really into him.

  “Prince Fraser? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be inside? The knighting will start at any moment. Don’t you want to be there to witness your savior’s become a royal knight?”

   Prince Fraser walks towards me and sits on the chair in front of me. “Shouldn’t I ask you the same question? What are you doing here, Csille?”

   My eyes look at him for a minute before it averted its gaze. I could feel my face getting redder. Oh, come on, Csille, that’s just Prince Fraser. Stop blushing like a teenage girl.

  Wait! I forgot. You’re still a teenager girl. That’s why it’s so easy for you to get flustered just the mere sight of Prince Fraser. You’re hopelessly into him. That’s the reason why you will become the villainess. It’s because you let yourself get lost with your feelings. You didn’t notice you’re slowly losing yourself in the process. Poor Csille.

  “Csille?”

   My eyes look at him, and my head shakes. “Nothing. I just want to have some time alone. I feel crowded in there.”

   Prince Fraser just looks at me for a minute before he nods his head. “I’m sorry, Csille.”

   My eyes widened by his words.

   What so shocking, Csille? Prince Fraser’s character isn’t bad. He knows when to say sorry and is responsible for his actions. Unlike you.

   “Why are you saying sorry to me, Prince Fraser? I don’t understand.”

    “It’s about what happened in the western region. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just irritated because you keep interrupting my conversation with Farren before. I didn’t mean to hurt you by any means, so I’m sorry.”

   My eyes look at Prince Fraser. It’s the same line. He is talking about the time he confronts me about Csille’s interruption between him and Farren. He got mad at me, and he got carried away that he grips my arms tightly that it leaves a mark.

   I really don’t mind that, though. Because I know it’s Csille’s fault. A person should be responsible for the consequences of her action. However, Csille is different. Who cares about the consequences? All she cared about is she needs to get what she wants no matter what. To hell about the consequences.

  The typical spoiled and pampered lady of a noble family. It’s the same reason why she didn’t get the attention of Prince Fraser because all she cares about is herself and nothing more.

    It’s not that Prince Fraser forgets what happened after that scene. But it’s actually not important now. Prince Fraser is sorry because he knows it’s still wrong to hurt someone, no matter what the reason is. Although for him, he still sees that Csille had a part in it.

   If she didn’t always bother him and Farren. Then he wouldn’t get mad at Csille. However, Csille sees she’s not in the wrong. So, this conversation will lead nowhere.

   The scenes when he tried to talk to me to say sorry? It actually didn’t count because I didn’t write it. That’s why he is saying sorry to me now.

   “You’re saying sorry because you hurt me?”

   Prince Fraser nods. “I know what I did is wrong, and I wouldn’t make an excuse for it. No matter what you did, it’s still wrong for me to hurt you. I’m sorry, Csille. I hope you can forgive me.”

  I could feel my eyebrows raised by his words. She’s mad. Csille is mad.

I tried to talk some sense to Csille, although the same as before, I don’t think she could hear me. She probably doesn’t know I share this body with her.

“What I did? You tell me, Prince Fraser. What did I do, huh?”

I could feel a lump on my throat now. Oh no! She’s going to cry now. Why do you always cry, Csille? It’s not that Prince Fraser is wrong with what he said. Actually, he is right. It’s actually you to blame. So why are you mad? Girll, grow up!

I now understand why Lena hates Csille. Who wouldn’t? She only cares for herself, and when it’s time to face the consequences of her actions, she’ll run away from it or just cry it out. Sad girl, sis?

My eyes are already glaring at Prince Fraser now. I could see Prince Fraser shakes his head. He probably thinks how childish Csille is currently.

“Csille, you keep bothering Farren and me all the time. I know you’re just bored in the western region. However, Farren and I need some time for ourselves, Csille.”

I could feel my hands are trembling now because of Csille’s rage. I know, I was the one who made Csille like this, but it’s only now I realize how despicable her character is.

“Farren! All you talk about is Farren! Farren here! Farren there! But what about me, Fraser? I have no one to talk to. I just want to talk to you. I just to be with you. Is it too much to ask, your highness?”

Prince Fraser just sigh. “Csille, I do understand that you only want someone to talk to. However, you also need to understand the word consent. There are things that Farren and I need to talk about, but we cannot talk about it because you are there.”

Csille glares at Prince Fraser. She took the teacup from the table and smashed it on the floor. “Consent? But I am your fiancé, Fraser. Do I need to ask for consent? Did you forget about that, huh?”

Prince Fraser just looks at me with a disappointed look. He’s disappointed with Csille. He probably didn’t expect this is how Csille reacts. He stands up on his chair gracefully. “You know what, I think it’s better to talk about this when you’re emotion is stable.” He then walks away from me.

I stood up from my seat and glared at his back. “Fine! Enjoy your day, your highness! I hope you talk with Farren the whole day until your heart content!”

However, I doubt if Prince Fraser heard what Csille said. Csille then takes out his anger on the teacups and teapot on the table and also smashes it before leaving the garden.