I had worn the spiceberry coloured gown that Mary had picked out, and then afterwards, I had forced her to change out of her ridiculous box!
We were now about to leave the estate but not before she had shown me Vivanna's office.
It had been a gorgeous space; the walls were literal bookshelves while her desk sat in the middle. There were two golden furnished couches at the centre of the room. The couches sat opposite to each other and between the couches, was a globe alcohol holder with in-built cooling stones that produced a cold mist indicating the degree of coolness. On the opposite side of the room from where Vivanna's desk sat, there was a wide and lavish golden fireplace with a large beautiful painting of the dutchy sitting above it.
I know that the duchy is going bankrupt, but I don't think that I would be willing to part with anything in that room. The clothes and jewels were fine, but that room. I would leave it like that.
Speaking of jewels, I co
The town looked vibrant, and the people themselves looked cheerful. But that was probably because I was looking from a distance. The route to the club was not at the heart of the dutchy; it was on the hill that overlooked the town.I could see why the club failed, who in their right mind would like to travel up a steep hill when they were pissed drunk? No noble would bother with such a club, but perhaps it had been tailored to suit the townspeople.The road winded up the hill, a route which had way too many potholes. Each time the carriage shook, my body was forced against Erden's rock hard frame.I had to grip the seats at some point for stability but this, in turn, caused my hand to continuously graze his muscular thighs.For my last stunt, I stood in the jerking carriage wanting to sit next to Mary, so that I could successfully re-recite my celibate vows, without too much stimulation. But the driver had hit a pothole so deep that I smacked my hea
He had pushed her too far.Erden sighed.He hadn't had a choice, she was acting differently, and he hadn't known why. Ever since morning, had she lost her mind? Or was it a new drug this time?Still, he had expected her to tell him to see him in her 'office' or rather, her playroom.The pain she usually inflicted did very little to Erden, he didn't mind it. Hell, maybe she even allowed him to hate her. It was oddly relaxing.It was an odd feeling. Erden had never met anyone that he could hate more than himself, but…Vivanna always surpassed his expectations.Erden swore his loyalty to the prince because he admired him. The prince shone in Erden's eyes, his ideas were bright and revolutionary, but in the shadows there lurked too many corrupt nobles who thrived in the old system. He needed hands and legs, and Erden had vowed to be them. Especially to their most significant threat at political stability, Portburgh.The prince was n
"You look uncomfortable, Viva," Bea said my name as though it was a weapon."Do I?" I asked straightening my posture. "I wonder why?""Me too, your family saved a life, you know." She smiled. "As I'm sure you know, twins are akin to taboo among the nobility, and so one of the twins lived her life in a wine cellar, among rats and smelly water. Fed stale bread twice a week, on good days.""Should we name the girls?" Bea asked then plopped her legs on her desk in the most unladylike manner.-Seriously, she behaves just like Milo…- I gawked. -I should probably leave though…-I turned my gaze to the door, uncomfortable by the conversational direction."My lady, it's storytime. Don't leave." She smiled. "I desperately need to hear your answer because that will depend on the level of partnership.""Partnership?" I frowned, and she stilled."I want to help you, and in the same way I need your help.""Yet I am the o
"The more the girl read, the more Beatrice brought books, until finally, she brought her homework books, on politics, economy, you name it. The girl read it and summarized its contents to Beatrice, who in the evening would recite to 'mama' and 'papa'. Fun things really." 'Beatrice…Milton?' Said."The girl loved the books, and Beatrice loved the attention she received from her parents. So when the girl in the cellar said that she wanted to go outside. Beatrice's first response was… 'Don't! There are monsters out there'…"I had leant forward in my seat, following every word 'Beatrice?' Uttered."So Beatrice expected the girl to go, 'Monsters! Oh no!' but instead the girl asked, 'what's that?'.""Beatrice began explaining what monsters were, but they were not enough words to convince the girl to stay in the cellar. Well, except one phrase. Beatrice looked at the girl in the cage and whispered. 'You', 'you are the monster. That is w
"That sounds completely nuts!" I stood and paced the room. Bea joined me in the pacing act."Think about it, Portburgh is already far from the mainland of Envia, it's practically an island, only instead of the ocean we are surrounded by fresh lake water.""Geography? Your reason for treason is geography?""No, not only geography." Bea continued."Oh, there is more?" I asked, shocked that she could even continue."Oh! For goodness sake, Viva, look out there. In the villages, how many street children did you see just wandering aimlessly, we don't have schools here. The only schools available are in the capital, and they are what, a boat ride away? It's three hundred and fifty fauna for a boat ride, and that's not even adding tuition costs." Milton insisted.I hadn't seen any street children, but perhaps the coachman had intentionally avoided the town."What about employment? The Prince sends in people from the capital. So much so that o
The ride was quieter than I had anticipated. Mary had asked for permission to stay behind and visit her siblings. She had insisted that she was fine bringing herself to work tomorrow.I did not mind; In fact, the quiet ride had helped me process my emotions about my conversation with Bea better.I had asked the driver to pass through the town, but he had panicked at my suggestion."My lady, let us not! Please! They will throw rocks, and I have nothing to cover me! Please, my lady, consider."So, I did, but was the situation really that bad to warrant rock throwing?Can extra's really hurt a character that is being saved for a 'grand finale?'Erden, on the other hand, had been quiet the entire ride back. He was still and calm during the whole ride until our uphill ascent to the estate where he finally spoke."My lady, I will take any punishment you offer," Erden said in such a quiet voice that I had almost missed it.The evening
I sat on the dining table, in the most un-dutchess like manner, but did etiquette really matter now?"From now on, if you want to live, you'd better be careful." I turned to the maid on the floor. "Make sure the meal that you oversee is not tainted. Now, you are dismissed for the evening."The rest of the staff looked around, and I cleared my throat."Just the maid on my floor is dismissed for the evening. I'm still hungry."I said, patting my stomach.Rorei ManorWest wing."Have you ever thought that we need a close-by physician, like a personal one? The way most nobles have." Isaak muttered as Erden paced restlessly in the room."Isaak can you focus!" Erden replied, and then the patient on the bed groaned.A female physician was looking over Ophelia, administering fluids and checking her response to the medicine. Apparently, the meal had been tainted with a
Vivanna-What the hell is going on? --What the hell is Erden saying? --Play BDSM games with a man who is conspiring against me? Has everyone lost their minds, or is it just me? -I stared at the room across from me and then at the desperate look Erden had on his face.Was his loyalty to the Prince this severe, that he would even plead with a woman he hated…This man would do anything for the Prince, no wonder when he liked Daisy; he avoided her at first, but, I'm not playing place the scene in its context, right now, I was his master. His suggestions keep shifting the power dynamics, can someone educate me on where my staff's confidence supply stems from? Was it the Prince?Last I checked, my orders were it, but everyone keeps on acting like they are friendly suggestions, just how much of a pushover was Vivanna?? Wasn't she supposed to be like an overlord?"Erden," I said in as calm a voice as I could
I know, I know, I promised more Vivanna and Kassian, but as I was writing, the Envian arc turned out bigger than I thought it would. {Please don’t stone me, I am a terrible planner} So, I decided to focus on background information that will play key roles in book two. Though I wanted to add more Envian adventures, it wouldn't be fair to do so burned out; that way, I can give more thought to their relationships and the flow of the story. This is a great place to end book one and perhaps take a breather before I start planning for book two. So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading.
“Wake Field Dutchy, ran by the Mint household, has acres and acres of farmland where we plant various kinds of tea….”The meeting went on in that fashion until finally, Augustine called on me.“I’d like to hear what Portburgh has to offer?” he said.Snickers filled the hall as whispers of ‘country bumkin’ and ‘harlot’ surfaced.“Well, this is a surprise,” I said, then stood from my seat, letting the white dress flow freely from my body.“As you know, Portburgh is on the south of Envia-,”‘Is she giving out geography lessons to stall?’….-Yes, I am-‘Probably reminding herself of its existence.’-Give it a rest.-“…and North-east of Cursix.” I cleared my thoughts, and my mind flashed back to the map of portburg in Vivanna’s office, “ You said that Aquellia and Dia were l
“Well, did you hear me call you?” the spectacled stranger prodded, ignoring the sensation in his hand.“Apparently, I did not. Do you just make it a hobby to harass the first gorgeous thing you see?”“Hah,” the man scoffed, “I’d hardly call you gorgeous.”“green is not a good colour on you.” I retorted.Seeing as I was successfully bantering with a stranger, that had to mean that he, knew ‘Vivanna’, knew me.Either way, it's best to keep chatter short. That way, I can limit the suspicions.“So? What the hell do you want.”Was I coming on too strong?“The prince says that you do not need to attend the seminar. The ceremony must have worn y-,”I placed my hand before him to silence him.“First of all, do not tell me how I feel. That is terribly insulting, but seeing as you just grabbed my hand so violently-&rd
The purple patch of discolouration on the King’s neck was proof of poisoning, yet he could stand before me, before all the nobles in the room and pretend that there is nothing wrong with him.Patricide, in nobility, is not rare. In fact, when I was reading about his death, I didn’t particularly find it shocking that his son was poisoning him, however seeing it with my own eyes…“Child, your father would be proud to see you stand here today.”I doubt it. The glimpse of him from my nightmares told me that I could do nothing to make him feel proud.“yes.” I smiled.“I heard that you lost your concubine.” He sighed, “sometimes things like that happen, but I hope that you will be careful in wrapping up this matter.”“Even though he is a fallen prince, he had allies.” The King whispered to me, “If it is not handled well, this matter could cause a nationwide war.&r
“…and now, I declare, you, Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, the official dutchess of Portburgh and an official part of one of the two dutchy households in the kingdom of Envia.” The King, a frail white-haired man, announced before applause filled the room.The event was more exquisite than I had imagined. If Kassian hadn't gifted me a white and red gown to wear to the event, I probably would have been embarrassed.Still, it's ten a.m, and everyone is in dresses rather than pyjamas. I can't really say that I favour the culture of this world…‘This world’…My world?That stupid mage, saying shit like that then paring it with ‘the people involved in the reincarnation spell, ‘including you’, had their memories distorted and gave something up because what we did was against all known laws,’So, according to him, I owe a whole lotta people but have no recollection of it.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SENSITIVE TOPICS ARE DISCUSSED “Okay, last question, Why did you want to assassinate the prince of Envia.” “I didn’t.” I shrugged, “I just wanted to hit him. That can’t be classified as an assassination attempt. I mean, for god's sake, his face is soo….” I sighed. “I..wouldn't have tried to if he…if he didn’t look so much like Rodrick. Basically, it was a momentary loss of ….” I sighed then my lips sealed themselves shut before the next words could flow from me. “Hmm, are you going to proceed?” “If I don’t want to, does that mean that we can proceed with my questions now?” “Well, yes, but I do intend to pay in kind.” He shrugged, and I rolled my eyes. “When…” my voice broke, I never in a thousand years thought that I could confess this…untold tragedy to anyone. The full day’s events were a secret that I had vowed to take to my grave, but at this point, what
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice sounding groggy or was it lazy? All I was certain of is that my body felt weak and I, myself, felt weary. -Why, why was I throw into the past? Why do I keep coming back as Vivanna?- “Wow, you don’t even want to know who I am?” I was in the same dress that I had gone to the ball in, only barefoot. I made myself more comfortable by sitting cross-legged on the ground. I stared down at the floor once more, or rather the cosmos then sighed. Even if I were to search for clues…this situation is way beyond my control, and frankly…I am tired. More than just physical exhaustion, I think I have just had enough. “Neiwei? Is he alright?” I asked, and the man frowned. In fluid movements, probably because his legs had turned to inky smoke, he flowed to me, then with his sharp claws oozing his essence, he tilted my chin. “Ah… I see you had erased all the bad things that the goddess made you relive?” -The goddess
“What's this? A peace offering?” I asked, frowning at the cheap trinket she offered “No, you idiot, this is a birthday gift from me.” “I mean, I prefer money, but….” I said, then reached for the trinket. As soon as my hand touched the object she held, her pink eye turned golden, and as though that wasn’t bad enough, it began glowing. A chill crept up my spine, forcing me to still in my spot. The sounds that often framed nightfall were silenced, and even the air’s stillness could be felt. -The hell is going on? I can’t…move my body? - “Isn't it about time you wake up?” Milossa spoke in a voice that did not even sound like her own. Her lips were moving, yes, but they did not match her words. “Vivanna, or should I call you Annabelle?” the voice said, “You know of the tragedies that will befall you next. Last time your emotions were deeply disturbed, you had many people around you whose energies you could absorb, but right
“So…what? Do you want to take me out or something?” I joked.Well, my version of a joke anyway.The sound of the flickering of a lighter caused me to turn and face Monet, who already had a lit cigarette placed firmly on her lips.“Are you allowed to do that?”“Maybe not, but does it look like it changes anything?”“I never pegged you for the pessimistic type.”“Hmm…” she replied, then exhaled.The smoke pooling from her mouth framed her face, obscuring her dejected expression for only a few seconds.“I am dying, Annabelle.”“No shit, though I have to admit, this is the first time I am seeing a person die because of a disease.”“That’s rather cold-blooded, you brat!” she chuckled, then continued, “But, unfortunately for you, I am not ill, so I guess your goal has yet to be achieved?. I was poiso