Villains also get Second chance

Chapter 14: dinner together

"Your highness, I have to apply the medicine," he said looking at the lotion in the hands of a royal physician, it was a subtle indication that I should leave now.

I steeled my heart to not accept defeat from these small hurdles and would try again. I nodded my head but remained seated there.

He looked at me tilting his head as if waiting to explain why I was still here. I could even feel the gaze of everyone that was sitting on me at this moment.

Gulping the lump forming in my throat I spoke, "shall I help you in applying the lotion." and there again, I heard many gasps.

They were looking at me like they were looking at someone with horns over their heads. Or a devil reincarnated.

'Well I was a devil that reincarnated though'

That thought made me chuckle, and I immediately regretted doing that, as now they were looking sure that I had gone crazy.

Killian coughed, to gain my attention and spoke with the same poise and manner, "your highness, touching the red patches and rashes would not suit your status. There are many maids to take care of me. How could I expect your highness to waste her precious time over these menial things."

His harsh denial was coated with honey, for a moment you would feel that he was worried about you.

But I knew he just wanted me to get lost from there so that he could take rest peacefully.

But even I had decided to be shameless until I achieved success. So I nodded again, "Very well, Lord Killian. Then I shall take my leave."

He nodded his head but I hadn't finished yet.

"I would be waiting for you in my dining area to share a dinner, as a mother I would be worried about you" I added when he was least expecting, his eyes moved from floor to my face, to search my eyes again.

It was the first time I had introduced myself as his mother. In the past even if anyone did that I would have only glared at that person.

Or even rebuked or reprimanded, if the person would have been of lower status than me.

As a woman of twenty-six years, I never liked to call myself a mother of a twelve-year-old boy. It made me feel old.

I looked in his eyes pleadingly when he was searching for the truth in them and he closed his eyes, I could feel him taking a sigh, though no voice came out and then he finally nodded.

You could compare my glee with a small kid who got her favourite candy, my eyes were shining, and I wanted to squeal, but controlled and kept my face normal. As I was sure, everyone would faint if they saw the always frowning duchess squealing and jumping like a kid.

Finally left with no other reason to stay, I stood up and walked out. All the servants bowed to me but I could feel their eyes were following me. Not that I care anymore, as the image you waste your whole life to make would break just with a single mistake.

I would rather make a relationship this time, which would save me from facing the hardest time of my life.

I walked out of the large corridors, there were beautiful statues and paintings adorning the whole area but the bitter taste in my mouth was so overwhelming that everything turned blur to me.

I dragged my cold feet out of his chamber to mine, all the time walking straight and keeping my head high.

I could feel the trembling of my staff, and they should. This time they had made mistakes which could have cost my life again.

How much time had passed when I finally reached my chamber. I dragged my body a bit further and sat on the sofa elegantly rather than slumping on it while hugging a cushion.

"Speak," I said to the trembling maids who were already kneeling.

My cold voice only increased their tremor, and they flinched. But I cared no more. I wanted answers and I wanted them now.

"I said speak, what had just happened there? Didn't I say I wanted everything perfect? Would you call that rashes perfect? And what exactly have you given in the gift?" I said in a very cold and low voice that was filled with an eerie calmness.

They started crying feeling the danger they were in, "we apologise for your highness"

They apologised again and again but that was not what I needed.

"Is that what I asked for," I asked again in the same eerie voice.

The villainess in me was waking up from her slumber, sucking my senses and making me numb. She was ready to devour her prey. She could feel their fear. And I could feel her strength.

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