29 : Warmth

I was still sleepy when the real Csille Lauretré woke me up. It's the day. The start of my villainess day and the end of a short-lived BL romance.

Csille walked downstairs as if she owned the place. Well, technically, she really does. My lips immediately formed a smile as I entered the dining room.

The count, the countess, Prince Fraser, and Princess Paislee were already seated, starting their meal.

  "Good morning, mother, father." My feet walk towards my mother and father, planting kisses on their cheeks before turning to Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee.

Father occupied the head of the family seat, while Mother sat to his left. Prince Fraser was seated to his right, with Princess Paislee beside him.

   With a smile on my lips, my head inclined slightly in a respectful nod, a gesture made by the real Csille Lauretré. "Good morning, Prince Fraser and Sir Farren."

   Mother greeted me with a smile. "Good morning, dear. Come here, sit. We're just discussing when we'll return to the capital."

Of course, you do. After all, I'm the one who written this scene, so I'm fully aware of where this conversation is headed.

Mother guided me to the seat beside her, conveniently placing me opposite to Prince Fraser, who was already seated beside Princess Paislee.

"Really? When are we heading back then?"

Mother instructed the maid to prepare my breakfast before responding. "In three days." She then poured me the hibiscus tea I usually enjoy. "Here's your favorite tea. Sir Farren brewed it for you."

My gaze locked with Princess Paislee's, and Csille offered him a smile. "Thank you, Sir Farren. You shouldn't have done that. I hope it didn't cause you any discomfort or reopen your wounds."

Princess Paislee shook his head in response. "It's my pleasure to serve you, Lady Lauretré," he replied before returning to his meal.

   Father and mother continued their conversation from before I arrived, with Prince Fraser also participating. Meanwhile, Princess Paislee and I quietly enjoyed our breakfast.

I inconspicuously traced letters on the table in front of me, catching Princess Paislee's attention.

It's the scene where Csille and Princess Paislee plan to talk in secret. Csille discreetly sends a message to Princess Paislee indicating they will speak privately after breakfast. Princess Paislee quickly grasps the message and understands Csille's intention.

I swiftly finish my breakfast and excuse myself from the table, leaving my parents, Prince Fraser, and Princess Paislee behind.

My steps lead me to Princess Paislee's room, and shortly after, Princess Paislee arrives. We will begin discussing what will transpire once we reach the capital of Vrawyth.

True to what I've written, after a minute or so, Princess Paislee enters the room. She glances outside before closing the door behind her.

My hand moves involuntarily, gesturing for Princess Paislee to sit on the bed. With only one chair in the room, and me already occupying it, Princess Paislee has no choice but to take a seat on the bed.

"What are we going to talk about, Lady Lauretré? Make it quick, or else someone might catch us."

I admire Princess Paislee's character traits—wise and practical. She's right to be cautious. There's a big chance that someone might see Csille leaving Farren's room.

Others might just assume an ambiguous relationship between Farren and me, given Princess Paislee's male disguise.

My eyebrows raised on its own. Since Csille doesn't originally know that Farren is Princess Paislee, she is quite wary of him. Come to think of it, does the current Csille Lauretré now, knows the secret of the Crown Princess?

"The King will bestow upon you the title of royal knight, as promised. However, I need assurance that you'll keep our agreement confidential. Also, I'm want you to serve the Crown Prince after. What are your thoughts on this?"

Princess Paislee's expression reveals her shock at my proposition. Her plan was solely to become a knight, not to serve as a guardian to the Crown Prince. Accepting this role would risk exposing her true identity, potentially leading to conflict and war.

That's what she's thinking. She would refuse Csille's request and would just choose to be a simple knight.

"I apologize, Lady Lauretré. I don't believe I possess the qualifications to serve as the Crown Prince's royal knight. Furthermore, I am content with my appointment as a knight of the Vrawyth Kingdom. It's already a great honor for me. Therefore, I must respectfully decline your offer."

As expected, Csille sighed and stood up. Aside from Prince Fraser, she wouldn't insist or force herself on someone. If they didn't want it, so be it. There were plenty of others who could fill that role.

I rolled my eyes at Csille's thoughts. Yeah, yeah. Among the knights of the Vrawyth Kingdom, Farren was the strongest. So, only he could properly guard the Crown Prince. I wanted to tell Csille that, but I doubted she would ever hear my thoughts. She probably didn't even know I existed within her body.

This is kind of weird. It sounds like those psychological movies, where the lead is experiencing dissociative identity disorder. It's when a person has two more people living in his or her body.

And I am the alter ego? Is that it Ysavel? My feet walk outside the room of Princess Paislee like nothing happened. It then walked towards my room.

As soon as I entered my room, the force controlling my body, aka the real Csille, disappeared.

Wow, that's interesting. It's like there's an automatic switch. If Csille Lauretré isn't part of the scene I've written, I regain control of my body.

As I sit on the bed, I ponder the upcoming scene following the secret conversation between Princess Paislee and Csille. Prince Fraser will enter the room and discuss Princess Paislee's condition. They will then converse about the events that will unfold upon their arrival at the Capital of Vrawyth. The Crown Prince is aware that Farren will be appointed as a Royal Knight of the Kingdom, but he remains unaware of the King's plan to appoint Farren as his personal royal knight.

   Therefore, Prince Fraser will simply provide Farren with an overview of life in the Capital, including details about daily living, rules, and protocols. He'll also discuss what lies ahead for Farren after he attains knighthood, outlining his future responsibilities and potential opportunities within the kingdom.

I didn't detail the topic of their conversation in my writing, instead I focus on the interactions between Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee. Today's scene promises some BL moments.

As I remember this, I immediately stand up and approach the door, only to find my arms immobilized. I sigh, realizing once again that I can't control my body when Csille is in charge.

   With a slumped shoulder, I sink onto my bed. A BL scene slipping through my fingers. How could they deny me that? Heartless, I say!

I lie there for an hour or more, attempting to console my aching fujoshi heart, wounded by the missed opportunity to peek.

When suddenly there's a knock at my door.

  "Who is it?" I shouted without turning my head at the door or even getting up. I don't want to move. My heart is hurting.

   "It's me, Csille," came Prince Fraser's voice from the other side of the door. I jumped at the unexpected voice.

What in the world was he doing outside my room?

    I tried to recall if I had written a scene like this, but I couldn't remember any. Wait, what's the scene after Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee's conversation?

It's the scene where Prince Fraser will bring Princess Paislee to the garden to breathe some fresh air. It will be in the afternoon.

  However, it's still morning right now? What did I write in the morning? Prince Fraser left Farren to rest and recover as per the doctor's advice to limit movement.

Prince Fraser mentioned having a meeting, but I don't recall specifying who he's meeting with in the morning.

   Hold on, is it me? It he meeting Csille Lauretré? But that doesn't seem right.  

"Csille? I know you're in there."

    I was taken aback when I heard Prince Fraser's voice outside. What's going on now? I didn't write about this? Why is there a scene like this? Should I be concerned for my own life now? He sounds like he is mad.

   With a trembling hand, I approach the door and open it, forcing a fake smile. "Hi, Prince Fraser."

Prince Fraser barges inside and closes the door behind him, then strides over to my bed.

"Don't 'hi' me, Csille," he said, taking a seat on my bed and fixing his gaze on me.

I simply look back at him in silence.

"Aren't you going to sit?" Prince Fraser pats the space beside him, signaling for me to sit.

I shake my head. "I'm fine. I'll just stay here," I reply cautiously. It seems safer to remain where I am. Prince Fraser doesn't seem to be in a good mood right now, and I'd rather not get caught in the crossfire.

Prince Fraser's eyes narrowed, and he raised his eyebrows at me. "I. said. sit. Csille!" he repeated, his voice strained. It was a clear sign that he was trying to contain his anger. He then tapped the space beside him again.

Alright, alright. Take it easy, Prince Fraser. What are you so mad?

Feeling uneasy, I complied reluctantly, walking over to him slowly and sitting down, but ensuring there was some distance between us.

Safety first, Ysavel. Keep a safe distance.

   Prince Fraser glances at me and grabs my hand, swiftly tugging me beside him. Startled, I fail to maintain my balance and inadvertently topple over him. We stare at each other for a minute or two before I attempt to wriggle free from his grasp. Yet he refuses to release me, instead sliding his arms around the small of my back, drawing our bodies closer together.

   Holy! What are you doing, Prince Fraser? I tried to get up, but Fraser wouldn't let me.

   "Don't move, Csille. Let's just stay like this for a while. I'm exhausted," he whispered.

   Observing him, I noticed Prince Fraser closing his eyes, bearing visible signs of stress with the emergence of eye bags. I couldn't help but wonder what was troubling him. Wasn't he supposed to be relieved now that Farren was recovering? Moreover, Csille hadn't even begun to pester them yet. Why was he so stressed?

Although I wanted to inquire about his concerns, I found myself at a loss for words. Instead, I released a silent sigh and reached out to gently touch his furrowed brows, silently questioning his thoughts.

  What are you thinking, Fraser?

I straightened his brows, but Prince Fraser suddenly caught my hand and intertwined it with his. "Let's stay like this, Csille. I feel relaxed when I'm with you. Let me rest, Csille," he whispered, tightening his grip around my waist.

  I rested my head on his chest, trying to hide my flushed face. I hate you, Prince Fraser. I was supposed to be shipping you with Farren, and here I am, flustered with your words. This is bad.

Suddenly, I heard a beating sound. I listened carefully to discern what it was. It's Prince Fraser's heart. It's beating fast.

   I didn't know when, but I found myself dozing off too. It's probably because of how warm he is that it made me sleepy. I've never felt this kind of warmth before.