The Real Villainess

Library

"I BEG YOU, my lord, don't tell anyone until I can find someone to father my child."

Felix pulled his hand away. "I won't. Just do what I told you to do." He left the room.

Aurelia took a deep breath and caressed her belly. "I'll keep you safe, my child."

On the East Wing of the Manor. A meeting was arranged by the Grand Duke Bonavich himself to offer business to His Grace, Duke Yeovil.

"Hmm, this is a great offer that's hard to refuse, Your Grace," Duke Yeovil said, seated across from Vik at his desk.

"It'll benefit both of us. I guarantee that neither one of us will lose anything, your grace," Vik replied with a smirk.

Thinking more about it thoroughly, the Duke gave in to his proposal. "Alright, let's get this project done," Duke Yeovil said, signing the contract.

"Then, I shall gladly look forward making business with you Your Grace." A subtle smirk painted on his face.

FREYA couldn't keep herself from overthinking things. She can't even remember important details from the original plot that worries her, she can't possibly die when she just finally had the life she longed for before.

Taking a deep breath, she organizes her thoughts. "Freya dies because she tried to kill Aurelia. . So, I'll just stay away and try not to kill her and I should be fine, right?"

To ease her mind, she decided to read the book that was on the table. Suddenly, the Grand Duke found her.

"You seem stressed," Vik remarked.

Freya looked up, startled to see him. "Greetings to his grace, but what are you doing here?" she asked, confused.

He smirked and glanced at her book. No wonder she's cranky, he thought.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" he teased, making Freya narrow her eyebrows again.

"Not anymore," she muttered, returning to her book.

"So... you were happy to see me?" Their eyes met. Vik leaned closer, and Freya leaned away.

Is he really going to kiss me right here? Freya thought, placing her hands on Vik's chest, which felt oddly intimate.

Lying to oneself is something she, herself is good at. Though, she can't lie that this man in front of her does not attract her in any way.

"Do you usually touch someone else's chest Milady?" Vik teased, and Freya quickly pulled her hands away.

"What the hell?" Freya exclaimed, causing Vik to chuckle.

"I never thought Lady Freya could swear like that," he said, trying to suppress his laughter.

Freya rolled her eyes. "Why are you even reading that? You look mad," he asked.

"It's not something his grace should concern himself with." she retorted.

Vik stared at her. A pretty face, soft pink lips, makes you laugh... No wonder he is crazy about her.

"Could you please stop staring at me?" Freya said looking quite flustered, making Vik smirked.

"You don't realize how lucky you are to have my eyes on you," he boasted.

"I think I'm unfortunate," she replied bitterly.

"Isn't that rude for a noble woman to tell the Grand Duke of the Empire?You have to apologize," he said.

"I'm sorry to hurt your pride your Grace but I was simply stating what's on my mind," Freya replied defiantly.

Vik leaned in closer. "Then I guess you have to apologize some other way," he said, his gaze lowering to her lips. Freya covered her mouth and shook her head.

They were interrupted by footsteps and voices. "Your Highness, we don't have much time," a man said, Freya concluded that it was his courtier.

"I would like to see Freya, it won't take long." another voice responded.

Freya recognized it as Zavier's. She grabbed Vik's nape and pulled him under the table just in time.

Zavier approached. "I never thought of seeing you here, though I'm glad to see you." he said, taking Freya's hand and caressing it.

It may be quite uncomfortable for Freya's side, pertaining to both a man holding her hand and a man under the table to whom she just shoved down there.

"Really?" she said with a nervous smile.

"How have you been and that business with. . the Grand Duke?" he asked, looking quite upset about the thought.

"It's going well, business is going well your highness" she replied.

"Pardon my intrusion but Your Highness, we have to go," his courtier called once again.

He must have a hectic schedule to be running around the Empire. Freya thought. Zavier kissed the back of her hand.

"I'd like to stay, but I have to attend a a meeting. I'll see you soon Freya." He said, saying goodbye to his beloved.

"Alright." Freya said, pushing him slightly out of the library. "Take care, you don't want to keep people waiting!" She closed the doors behind him.

Vik emerged from under the table, sat on a wooden chair, and ran his hand through his hair. "I never thought I'd be under a woman," he said.

Freya walked back to the table. "Well that was unfortunate for you to be under me."

"Men should never be under women. We are superior in many ways," Vik replied.

Glaring at him Freya replied. "If you keep saying that, I might just result in busting your fine face, your Grace."

Instead of being scared, Vik stepped closer, and Freya stepped back. "I'm serious, I will definitely do it."

"Go on," Vik taunted.

Freya raised her fist but hesitated. Listen Freya, he is a man of status and by status I mean a high one. We don't want to die.

"What are you waiting for?" Vik provoked.

When her back hit the bookshelf, Freya put her fists down, surrendering. Their faces were an inch apart. Freya closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss.

Vik chuckled. "I guess you enjoyed our little play too much," he said, causing Freya to blush.

"But I am a generous man," he said, then kissed her. Freya's eyes widened in shock. She felt her stomach churn as their kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other.

Out of breath, Freya felt her face heat up. "You're going to use this against me," she muttered.

"Why would I? We're partners, aren't we?" Vik said, kissing her again.

"I have to go now," he whispered.

"Then go," Freya said, pushing him away.

Vik chuckled. "You push me hard when you like our kiss—"

"You've got work, right? Go work!" she interrupted, and pushed him out of the Library as well.

"I'll come see you the day after tomorrow. I don't want you missing me," he flirted and winked at her.

Freya rolled her eyes. "Just leave already, please."

This is bad.