Dating The Villain

I stopped typing on my cellphone when the Uber driver stopped his car and stopped at my side.

I am now here at the gate of my house. I wasted no more time. I grabbed money from the pocket of my bag and immediately gave it to the driver.

I thanked to the driver and then I opened door . I went out and faintly I walked towards the gate of the house. Yes, I felt tired since I left the house but I was more tired during the times I was out because I had to work with my editor. Because I have a novel currently being written.

My editor and I are still arguing a bit because I don't want to publish my work even though my due date is really close. Even if the publishing house pays a lot to release it, I still refuse. Not because I don't write well. I just really don't want to show it --- except for me. For me, there seems to be something missing in that story.

When I entered my house I went straight to my room. I lazily laid my bag on the single sofa.

I immediately opened my laptop to review my work. I'm speculating that I'll add more or not --- delete that.

I no longer realized how much time I had focused on my laptop. I can almost feel the blurring of my eyes. My eyes have also narrowed a few times. I realize I haven’t had dinner yet. I let out a deep sigh. I decided to cut the novel I was making first.

But as I stepped on the floor of my room I suddenly collapsed. I curled up and fell on my chest. I can feel my heart speed up. Faster and faster. I gritted my teeth because of pain. I couldn’t help but scream for help because I was the only one in this house. My parents are also gone because they are currently in America and they have already migrated there.

I just left it here because of my passion to write. Even if they don’t agree with the career I want.

My chest hurts more. Damn, I just now realized that I haven’t eaten properly for a few weeks because of my stress.

Especially when I get hungry! Don't tell me ... My cause of death will be overworking !? No, no, no!I’d rather die if I die any other way, just don’t do it!

The novel I was writing earlier suddenly came to my mind. I tried to move, I almost crawled but my body couldn't really handle it.

I tried to reach my laptop but I failed.

I finally fell to the floor. My body seems to have a mind of its own. Gently closed my eyes.

Damn, why did I end up like this? Is it because I neglect myself too much? Most likely. But no, I still want to finish the novel I'm working on. I want to finish it no matter what happens.

I want to live again. I won't be quiet until I get to the end of that novel. Oh please ...

"Awake ... she's here." I heard a woman's voice. It was soft and she pronounced every word gently.

I quickly opened my eyes. Wait, am I not dead? I'm not going to die? Long live me? Wait, I no longer feel the pain in my chest.

I raised my hands as if reaching out. My forehead furrowed slightly when a woman with a wide smile exposed herself to me, based on her dress she was an assistant. The baby wind chime in front of me also exposed me! I wonder more why my arms are so short ?!

The woman carried me. My jaw dropped when I saw that many women were dressed as maids. The hem of their skirts is long and floor-length! I also rolled my eyes around. Wait, this is not my room! Where am I?!

I heard them sigh when suddenly the big door of this room opened. The maids lined up and bowed slightly as if you thought they were expecting guests.

Until four men entered this room! One looks young and the other is a teenager and the other two are young people who are almost the same age.

Why are they dressed differently ?! Wait, as I recall, I see those costumes in the Medieval movies I watch!

"Is she awake yet?" authoritative question of the young man approaching us. But why is his clothes so bloody ?! Even the young man had a blood stain on his armor! Even its cheek was stained with blood!

What is this, are they killing each other ?!

"Yes, Your Majesty. The princess is awake ..." politely replied the woman carrying me.

My expression was blank as I watched them. I can sense the dominance, pride and fear within. To this day I am still confused about what is happening. Who are they? They look like foreigners because some of them have black hair. As well as their features.

The young man in front of me also gave me a blank expression. The hair is black. Tall and muscular physique. He looked scary, as if I was going to peel off the skin of this one! “By now you’re safe,” he said.

I was surprised when he picked me up.

"We have destroyed the Kingdom of origin of those who undertook your life."

Huh? What is he saying?

He turned me back to the woman. "Take good care of the princess." his cold command. But my hair stood on end as the expression on his face changed. A sharp look he bestowed on us. "Once you have failed in your duty, I will not hesitate to deprive your life." they have turned their backs on us and have left this room.

I shifted my gaze to the maids. Fear and nervousness were on their faces. It seems scary that the ---

Wait, princess? Ha ?! Me ?! What the hell is going on here ?!

I still can not believe. If I could just slap myself, maybe I would have done it.

I found out that I was the youngest daughter of Emperor Vencel Eyrindor.

He currently rules the entire Cyan Kingdom as well as several countries close to this country. Aside from that, he's notorious as a tyrant! Not only him, even the three men who were with me also found out that I am the children of the former Empress of Cyan. Everyone has pure black hair --- except for me who has blonde hair. I hear from the gossip of the housemates that my mother is not blue-blooded. In short, she's a commoner. Like, what the hell? So discrimination is also trendy when you're not fully royal blood, right?

I hardly move the toys anymore because I feel like I’m drowning in too much!in my previous life when I was young, I didn't have that many toys. In fact I would even rather handle fairy tale books than these.

But wait, these scenes seem familiar to me. Wait, wait, wait ---

Suddenly my babysitter picked me up. Our looks were right. There was a look of shock and astonishment on my face as she gave me a sweet smile.

"It's time to eat, dear princess." she said. But even before she could feed me completely, she suddenly hugged me with a shudder! "You're really cute, dear princess! I'm not really surprised that you can almost copy your mother's face!" she exclaimed.

Then she even rubbed her cheek against mine.

Huh? Does she know my mother?

If I could only speak I would not. Because I am just a baby and my tongue is still short. Ugh, this is frustrating! Never mind, I'll wait for the right time when I can walk, talk, that's all! I still have a lot to do. I need to think about how I can survive in this place. Especially with those four guys!

My babysitter's giggle was interrupted when the bedroom door suddenly opened. Another maid exposed herself to us unable to paint her face.

she held the skirt of her uniform as she approached us. "Hurry up and there's more to do in the Kitchen!" she almost sighed at the command.

"A-ah, the princess hasn't eaten yet…" she replied gently.

I heard her tsk- I was overwhelmed by the evil look of this witch. "I don't know why the dear Emperor is taking care of that child, that was like her mother slap in the face." she insisted that the evil she thought of me could not be removed.

this woman's tongue is also different. Like, what the hell?

yeah by the way. My mother in this world is a commoner. So they look down on me too. what now if my mother doesn't have goo life, ? Is it my fault? Duh. Is it my fault that my parents chuckled in this world, huh?

My babysitter turned to me sadly. she gently touched my little hand and finger. "Even though her mother was not blue-blooded, she was still the daughter of the dear Emperor."

I stared at her. Why do I feel she is even more hurt than me? It was as if she knew my mother very well from the words she uttered. Even if I wanted to ask, I couldn't do it because of my current state. But when I saw her sad face I felt pain in my heart. I bit my lip and no one said I cried out loud. I don't care if you hear me crying all the way out of this room! Because of that, the door opened loudly. Not expecting Vencel to start in the room, my father said.

"What's going on and she's crying?" hard but forcefully she calmed the question until she was in front of me. Suddenly she took me and she lifted me up.

paid tribute to my babysitter and another maid who bully me.