28 : BL

"CSILLE LAURETRÉ, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

   I turned away from Princess Paislee and faced Prince Fraser. He is standing in the doorway, his gaze fixed on me with a stern glare.

   I looked at Princess Paislee and pretended to be oblivious to what is happening. "Prince Fraser?"

   As he approached, Prince Fraser held my arms. "What are you doing in Farren's room, Csille?"

I attempted to wriggle free, but his grip only tightened. "Prince Fraser, could you please release my arm? It's hurting."

   He let go of me instantly. He looks at my arms and sighs. "I'm sorry, I- I." He ran his hand through his hair and turned away.

   "Prince Fraser, are you okay?" I tried to touch his arms, but he flinched and stepped back away from me.

   Shaking his head, he murmured, "I'm sorry," before exiting the room, leaving me bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

   Fraser? What's going on with you?

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    I'm currently in the garden, basking in the sunlight and admiring the beauty of the flowers.

It's truly refreshing to be surrounded by nature. I feel like I'm being healed and cleansed. As I stroll through the garden, I come across the Camellia flowers. They remind me of the ones Prince Fraser gave me before he left on his first training. I can't help but smile at the memory as I lean in to inhale their fragrance.

Prince Fraser? My smile immediately fades as I recall what happened in Princess Paislee's room. Why did the Crown Prince act that way? It just doesn't make sense to me, no matter how much I try to understand.

And the doctors... they all seem suspicious. I'm at a loss for what to do next. Talking to my father might not solve anything, and if he knows Princess Paislee's true identity, I fear for her safety.

I sit on the chair in the garden, placing a notebook on the table beside me. It's not the same notebook the little girl gave me. It's just an ordinary one.

I plan to jot down what I've written in the notebook. I've noticed that whenever I think about what I've written, I can't recall everything. Perhaps it's because I'm sharing this body with the real Csille, and the brain tends to forget memories it deems unimportant to make room for new ones.

I began writing down the scenes following the accident. Prince Fraser's training was canceled, and the King ordered the Crown Prince and the Lauretré family to return to the Capital. Prince Fraser and Sir Farren stayed with the Lauretré family while awaiting the arrival of the ship.

  In the novel, Princess Paislee's condition wasn't supposed to be unstable. She was shot in the appendix but didn't lose too much blood to become unconscious. So, how did she become unstable?

Two days after the accident, Princess Paislee was supposed to regain consciousness, and Prince Fraser would stay by her side to show gratitude. It's been two days now. Seeing how Prince Fraser is giving attention to Farren, Csille will get upset. She will start lingering around Prince Fraser and try to prevent him from being with Farren.

This will lead to Prince Fraser becoming irritated with Csille. He will try his best to distance himself from her. This will happen for a week. When the ship finally arrives, the Count and Countess will scold Csille for bothering the Crown Prince, allowing Prince Fraser and Farren to have some time to talk to each other.

Upon their return to the Capital, the King will reward Farren, and he will be knighted in Vrawyth. With the summer break over, Prince Fraser and Csille will return to the dormitory to continue their studies. Farren will accompany the Crown Prince and enroll at the Vrawyth High School of the Nobles as well.

   "Lady Csille!" I was startled at the sound of someone speaking behind me. I immediately closed the notebook and hid it behind my back.

Turning around, I saw Doctor Marcus standing there. He approached me and took a seat in front of me, pouring himself some tea and taking a casual sip.

"Farren is conscious now. I thought you'd want to know, so I came to find you," he said, then noticed something concealed behind my back.

  "I'm glad to hear Farren's awake. I'll go check on him now. Excuse me, Doctor Marcus," I said abruptly, not waiting for a response as I hurriedly turned away and walked away as quickly as possible.

Doctor Marcus seemed like bad news. It was best not to engage with him for now. He likely knew something, and I didn't want to arouse any suspicion by associating with him.

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   "I'm okay, your highness, Prince Fraser." I heard Princess Paislee said with her manly voice.

   I was about to enter her room when I heard what she said. Prince Fraser? Prince Fraser is inside? So, my novel is really starting now. Then, would I lose control over my body again?

   Csille will bother Prince Fraser for the whole week. Jeez, if I know I will be Csille, I wouldn't have written about this. I'm cringing by the thought of it.

   I was startled when Prince Fraser snapped out. It's the same line. It's a scene I've written in my novel. Prince Fraser was clearly upset because Farren kept addressing him as "your highness."

"I told you to stop calling me 'your highness.' Fraser, it's just Fraser. You could call me that," Prince Fraser insisted.

I could hear movements from inside the room, indicating that Prince Fraser was likely helping Farren sit up. I was tempted to peek inside, wishing to witness the scene unfold. As a fan of such moments, my fujoshi heart couldn't resist the urge to witness it firsthand.

    I tried to push the door, but my arms wouldn't move. Of course, how could I forget? I've written this scene, so of course, I wouldn't have full control over my body. But I just want to take a look at it. I want to see how Prince Fraser assists Farren to sit up, and then they will stare at each other. Oh, my fujoshi heart.

"You're the Crown Prince. How can I just casually call you Fraser?" Farren's words echoed from inside the room.

"You're just like Csille. You don't ever listen to me," Prince Fraser sighed. "Just call me Prince Fraser if it will make you comfortable. Just don't call me your highness."

Princess Paislee agreed, and I heard movements inside again. Prince Fraser was probably peeling some apples for Princess Paislee.

"Let me do that."

"What? This? No, I could handle this. Just stay still and let me peel this for you. You're probably hungry by now. I've asked the maid to cook some soup for you. For now, fill your hunger with this apple."

   I heard peeling sounds. Omo, I really want to see it. Csille, let me peek, okay? Just for a minute, please.

However, Csille doesn't listen to me. I couldn't still move my hands. Ugh, boomer. You're such a boomer, Csille. You can't even appreciate bl.

"I'll take that. I'll just-" I heard Princess Paislee say. However, Prince Fraser cuts her off.

"No, let me feed you. Just stay put there.""

Oh my goodness! It's the scene I written. Ahh, I'm dying to witness it firsthand. Come on, Csille, can't I just sneak a quick look? It's BL! It's BL! I wrote this scene because I'm a huge BL fan. Even though I'm aware Princess Paislee is a woman, Prince Fraser remains unaware, still believing Farren to be a man.

I was completely absorbed in their conversation when I noticed a maid heading up the stairs. Quickly, I made my way to my bedroom.

Phew! That was a close one. I was surprised that Csille allowed me to move. I thought I wouldn't be able to if I wrote it that way.

   I sit on the bed and think. Is it because in that scene it's only Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee are in there. And I couldn't move my hands because they thought I would do something against what I've written?

But all I wanted was to sneak a peek. I wouldn't dare interfere. After all, witnessing interactions between favorite characters is every fujoshi's dream. Even though I'm aware Princess Paislee is in disguise, I can't contain my excitement. She's still in her male persona, so it still counts as BL. Ahhh, I'm dying to see it.

    What's the next scene again? Oh, it's when Prince Fraser spoon feed, Farren. I cover my face with my hands, feeling a surge of excitement. Ahhh, it's that scene. I need to witness it. I badly want to see it.

"Csille, please cooperate with me this time. I beg of you."

I immediately exit my room, scanning the surroundings to ensure no one is nearby. All clear. Hastily, I make my way to Farren's room and press my ears against the door, eagerly listening to their conversation. Oh, it's finally happening.

"Prince Fraser, you don't really need to do this. I could eat on my own."

Oh, he's really spoon-feeding Farren. Ahh, Prince Fraser, why are you like that? You two sound so cute together. I can't handle this. My fujoshi's heart.

"Let me do this. The doctor said not to let you move too much or else your stitches will open up," Prince Fraser insisted.

Omo, he's insisting. Farren just lets Prince Fraser do it. I couldn't see what's happening inside, but I've written this scene so I can imagine it in my mind. I heard the clicking of the spoon and the bowl. I tried to move my hand to push the door. And I did. I did push the door. I peeked inside.

   I saw Farren sitting up and leaning on the bed post, while Prince Fraser is seated beside him and spoon feeding Farren. I looked at Farren's face, and it's all flushed. I don't know how Prince Fraser could continue feeding Farren without feeling awkward.

Like, come on, Farren's face is so red that he looks like he's wearing blush. He's flustered. I looked at Prince Fraser. Unlike Farren's reddish face, his expression remained unchanged.

   I pout. He's no fun. Come on, how could you not be affected by this? Are you even a man? The person you're feeding is flustered, and here you are, still continuing to feed him like it's a normal thing.

I looked up when I heard footsteps coming near me. I saw some maids walking upstairs. I silently closed the door and walked towards my room like nothing happened.

   I jump on my bed and cover my face with a pillow. Ahhh, I shout. My heart is beating so fast right now. That was fantastic! I couldn't believe I could witness those BL scenes I've written.

If there's one thing I don't regret writing, it's this scene and the other BL scenes. Come to think of it, it wasn't that bad being a villainess. At least I could see these interactions between the two leads.

I rolled on the bed. My mind keeps replaying the scene between Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee's male disguise, Farren. They looked so cute together. Ahh, I wanted to take a picture of them and post it on my wall so I could see it every day.

I looked at my study table and saw the notebook where I had written the scenes that would happen. I got up and walked towards the study table.

I pouted. The BL scenes were short-lived. After that, Csille would come between them, bothering Prince Fraser and Farren every time she saw them together. I couldn't even understand why Csille would be jealous of Farren. If I were Csille, I would probably be the first one supporting them.

"You're no fun, Csille. That's why Prince Fraser doesn't want you," I muttered, shaking my head as I sat on the chair. "Can't you just let them be? I want to see those BL interactions again."

I slumped my head on the study table and closed my eyes. My mind suddenly remembered what the silhouette man told me in my dreams.

"It will happen. You can never change their destiny. You can never change your destiny."

I sighed and opened my eyes. Okay, okay, I understand. But can you just let me enjoy these moments? It's rare for me to see BL interactions in real life.