Their mouth opened without them even realizing it. A beautiful young woman walking into the garden. Her dark blue hair flowing in the gentle breeze. Tied in a high ponytail, a style that is rarely seen from upperclassmen noblewomen. With skin like freshly fallen snow and oceanic blue eyes, she is angelic.
Her slender neck and beautifully carved collarbone emphasize her adult feature. There were no ornaments on her slim, long neckline. It's like she is the jewelry itself.
The Queen looked around. Everyone was looking at Fuschia with an awestruck expression.
After being momentarily distracted by her appearance, everyone curtsied.
"You may rise," said Fuschia warmly.
They knew that Fuschia had extraordinary beauty. But it seems that beauty has not been fully exposed, knowing that she can be this beautiful with different make-up.
The Queen clenched her fists. Her manicured nails pierced the palm of her hand, but she did not feel the pain.
"Mhmm. Hmm… ha, Your Highness please stop. It's morning already," the woman's moan stops as she embraced Hayden's sweaty body."When I'm with you, I always lose track of time, Sarah," Hayden kissed Sarah's cheek before lowering her off his lap.The two of them shared a blanket on a large bed with a green canopy. Sarah rested her head on Hayden's chest. They look like a lovely couple, except, Hayden has a wife.“I heard you visited that woman last night? Why did you do it when I told you not to?”"I just want to get to know her better. She's different from what you said, Your Highness."“She is exactly what I told you about. She is stupid.""But from what I see, she's not like an innocent and stupid woman," Sarah played with Hayden's chest hair, the man would giggle occasionally.“Sarah, I have known her since we were little. I know how stupid she is. Otherwise, how could she not know that the man who fu*
For as long as I remember, I live like walking on thin ice. If I took the wrong step, I could sink then freeze. And no one would reach out to help me out. I hate that. I hated why I had to take so long just to talk. Thinking it over word for word, so that other people wouldn't find fault with the way I spoke. I hate it when I have to think about how well I should behave. May I cross my arms, legs, may I lean back, or may I express my displeasure? I hate it when all the details I say, do, and wear can become a sword that stabs me deeply. I hated making even the smallest mistake in this world because I was afraid that my actions might trigger my bad fate as Fuschia. And I hate being patient with all their bad treatment. 'This world has never been on my side even if I am a good person. I am a villainess in this novel. And a villainess never forgets a grudge,' A brunette-haired lady in a gold blooming dress curtsied. “Good afternoon, Your Hi
In his office, Hayden halted his writing. “Hey Luke, have you notified people in Jasmine Palace that I have returned?” Hayden drummed his finger on the table.Luke, is a young butler at the Crown Prince's residence. "I have informed them, Your Highness,""Hmm, that's weird. Usually, she would run here,""Do you mean The Crown Princess, Your Highness?”"Yes. Even when she was still my fiancee, she would come here upon my return. Isn't she cute?"“Of course, Your Highness. The Crown Princess always puts you first. But it looks like she's busy today.""Busy? I thought she would be exhausted from our unification. Wasn't she visited by a doctor?"“That's right, Your Highness. After receiving a doctor's visit, she went for a walk around the palace with dressing quite reveal, I mean, a dress she never wore before, Your Highness."“Revealing dress? What kind of dress?”“That,
'Where am I?’ Fuschia woke up in a strange place.It is surrounded by yellow-leafed trees. Fuschia caught the yellow leaf. Upon closer inspection, the leaf was a glossy gold color.Fuschia sniffed the leaves. 'Aha, I was in a dream. No wonder this place is so… heavenly? Most people would think they were dead already when they were shown a place as beautiful as this. But I know I'm not dead yet, no, rather, I can't die in this world without completing my role as a villainess, haa.'Fuschia walked barefoot towards the largest tree in front of her. A light brown-skinned tree with large, long tree roots sticking out to the surface. Fuschia leaned against its body. Squeezing her eyes shut.Fuschia scooped up the pile of leaves around her, then threw them in the air to fall on top of her head. 'I am rich. Hohoho. This is a sweet dream, can I bring out these gold leaves to real life? I need a lot of emergency money for me and my baby to escape.'
Hayden caught the falling Fuschia. He felt how thin Fuschia's already tiny body was in his arms. The woman's body felt cold and weak. No matter how much he shook the woman's body, there was no response. Not even a flinch nor a twitch. Fuschia's body was too cold. Like a human body whose life was taken away.At that thought, Hayden rushed to check Fuschia's breathing. He put his ear near Fuschia's nose. When he heard the soft sound of Fuschia's breathing, Hayden breathed a sigh of relief.Strange. He didn't think he could feel relief to find Fuschia still breathing. He despises her after all, but!Hayden still hugged Fuschia's drooping body tightly. Even though he often hugged her, he never really felt what it was like. So, this sensation was so foreign to him. He tried to channel the warmth of his body into the woman's cold body.The maids who witnessed the scene were heartbroken. He is a Crown Prince of this kingdom but doesn't even care about vomit flui
It was hard to pinpoint exactly when Hayden received a slave as a gift from his father. As he recalled, he had owned the slaves since he was a child even before he really learned swordsmanship.One night, the king took him to a place in a deserted part of the palace. A small temple with a dungeon. When entering through the north door near a large tree that is almost dead, he will find stairs. And from that stairs, he traced the long darkness.Little Hayden tried to hold back his tears of fear when he was brought by the King to that place. He didn't understand why instead of a fun place like a hunting forest, or an alchemist laboratory, the king had brought him to this terrifying place instead. A place where monsters might suddenly appear.Little Hayden pressed his grip on his father's hand when he heard a cry emerge from within the long dark hallway. He was reminded of the ghost story that the servants in his palace were talking about. They said that in certain
Satisfied by venting his anger, Hayden returned to the surface with Raymon. It was always quiet around that small temple. No one dared to approach the territory because Hayden had marked it. Even if anyone was just curious, he would die the next day.Only a few exclusive servants knew of the prisoner's whereabouts.His face was covered in confusion. His movements became sharper. He refused to admit that he had missed something. Especially regarding Fuschia who loves him. The thought that he doesn't know if Fuschia has been playing with fire with another man burns his heart. 'No one can toy with her but me!'In his eyes, Fuschia was a woman who loved him deeply and not such a cheap woman. He had proven that fact many times before marrying her.“What have I missed, Raymon? Do you think Fuschia is that kind of woman?”"I don't know, I'm confused too, Your Highness. As far as I know and observe, the Crown Princess is not that kind of person
“I am… what?”Back to the present where Fuschia just woke up from her long sleep, then chatted briefly with two wandering fairies, and found her chambermaids kneel before her. Her stomach rumbled, and her throat was dry. But it doesn't matter!“I am… what again?”She thought a beautiful garden-like paradise with a golden dragon was her dream, but now she doubted that. 'What? Is this the dream?'Merri glances at the confused Fuschia. "Miss, I mean, Your Highness, the doctors said that you are in the early stage of pregnancy,"Fuschia had forgotten how to breathe before Merri gently stroked her back. "Haa... haa,"A sweet smile etched on her face. Not a forced smile that she often showed, but, a sincere smile.Fuschia felt the flower buds in her heart begin to bloom one by one. It was blue, purple, orange, pink, white, and gold. And together it was colorful like a rainbow. Then there is a colony of