The Villainess was Loved

Chapter Fifty-Four: K, Thanks. Bye!

I laid naked on the bed while he still had on his shirt, though unbuttoned, and his trousers, though half off.

In the throes of ecstasy, I nearly missed the smoothness of his chest, not a trace of hair in sight. Instead, golden markings lined his beautifully hard and toned chest.

The markings glowed gradient-wise based on his breathing.

‘I suppose reptiles do not need hair.’

My gaze turned to Rheyes’ face.

‘How can someone be this…handsome?’

Étienne, Wreigner and Finor were pretty. They were small and well-toned, but he…he was ruggedly handsome.

He had an angular jaw with golden markings that held their pulse at the base of his eyes, long lashes that damn near rivalled my own, and a scar that slashed diagonally across his left eyebrow.

The muscles on his neck moved with every slight movement and-

‘What the hell am I doing?’

I tugged at the leash binding me to the bedpost to free myself from pointless thoughts, but it was no use; I had to use the precision of my free hand to undo its tightness.

As soon as I was free, I slid from the bed and…immediately, my legs gave way, and I crumbled to the floor.

“Holy hell..”

My legs were weak, my back sore, and my crotch tender.

I must have stayed on the ground for thirty minutes before gaining enough stability to stand. Only as soon as I did, cool liquid trickled down my legs.

‘Oh, right he….’

I rolled my eyes then sighed.

Clean up comes first.

I stalked to the bathroom and took whichever cloth was nearest, then wiped off my sweat and his seed from my body before trying to recall Stanley’s words on where my garments were.

He mentioned something about my clothes being in the laundry room, but if I was in urgent need of fresh linen, I could always borrow the princes’.

It’s not ideal, and the prince is far larger than I, in build and well, other things…yet, it was the only choice I had in the matter.

It took short of five minutes ransacking his closet to realise that, indeed, nothing he had in there would even bear the title ‘passable’ on my body.

Then, I noticed his navy blue coat in the corner of my eye.

‘If I remove the crest, then… I can use it to cover myself. Hopefully, you don’t miss it too much.’

It was the right fit, near snug.

I did not need the cloak to look fashionable but to hide my nakedness because now that I can’t travel by plants and lack the money for a private carriage, I have little choice but to use typically populated routes.

I checked for any other trinkets in the coat to ensure that it would not be used as an excuse to contact me.

There was nothing other than a stainless steel engraving of a dragon.

In other words, the crest of Kranis.

‘To be on the safe side, I should mail this back..no; if I do so, the situation will involve a third party. What if I forward it to Stanley through my maid?’

“That works.”

I muttered to myself, then turned to the bed where the man who had me pinned ruthlessly underneath him just a few moments ago lay soundly.

The male leads will start getting paired off now that the female lead is officially off the market.

I should perhaps start avoiding Wreigner; I don’t need the princess down my throat.

I turned to the bed one last time and drank in the tanned adonis left behind.

“Alright then. See you around.”

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Rheyes Kerhid Norvig

Rheyes’ eyes flew open to meet the bright and burning gaze of the sun.

‘What the hell, did the maids leave my curtains open? No…something much worse….’

The memories of last night flooded him, and the instant turn of his neck to the quite apparent space beside him was proof of his denial.

“What the- she left?”

‘NO!’

She was supposed to wait for him! No, not wait! He had more questions!

Why the hell did she put him to sleep? Hell, how did she?

Dragons are highly resistant to magic, and most humans need to chant incantations to unleash a spell, yet, the only thing her mouth did was moan for him.

Sure, he wasn’t a pure breed, but he was among the strongest species alive today and the last unmated hydra.

His hand raked his already mussed hair when a piece of metal reflected sunlight from the dresser by the window.

She couldn’t have gotten far, especially considering her state last night.

He slid easily from the bed then buttoned his shirt hastily.

If he hurried then-

The metal glint was from the crest of his territory.

Beneath it was a card in foreign handwriting.

{‘Had fun last night. Keep your word. Taken a horse; DON’T expect it back.

Bye!’}

‘Huh’

“Bye??”

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Étienne Norvig Yarez.

“Did you find her?”

Étienne sputtered to Gaston.

How long has it been since he could sleep?

He couldn’t remember; all he was confident of was the misunderstanding between them could not stand.

He loved her, and she him.

She told him that.

Well, maybe not with her words, but if he gave her enough time, she would say it—just enough time for her to realise that he cared for her.

“f**k!”

He cursed to the open window in his office.

The summer sun was hot, perhaps too hot for him to think straight.

‘Why did you leave with Rheyes? Why did you let him touch you, carry your beautifully marked body in his monstrous unclean hands….”

Étienne’s nails found his teeth as he let his mind wander on what was undoubtedly out of his control.

Still, if anything, his engagement night served as proof that he was right.

She was indeed manipulating time, and she could quite possibly be the oracle, the one that leads the path to the throne, not Regina.

“No, no sign of her since her contact with the first prince.”

“Find her before I feel the need to hang half of your men by a pike outside that walls of central! What the hell are you even doing? Did we not get a warrant to search his estate?”

“My apologies, your highness. We did speak to the first prince, but he slew the six men who dared set foot in his territory without hesitation.”

“Did you explain that the law was on our side?”

“Yes, to which he drew a line and asked those who believed in the law to cross it.”

A frown creased his brow.

“So?”

“That is where we lost the six knights.”