Why Did I Become the Villainess?

"I'm pretty sure Prince Fraser would be happy to see you, Csille Lauretré."

You got to be kidding me? WHY DID I BECOME THE VILLAINESS CHARACTER OF MY STORY? What kind of sorcery is this? I want out! I want out!!

"Oh, there he is. Fraser, come here. It's good that you're here already. Csille is already bored. Accompany her so you two could talk."

The door opened, and Prince Fraser comes in. Yes, it's the real deal. The real crown prince and the future king of the Kingdom of Vrawyth in the flesh. Alive and kicking. It's not just artwork, and boy, he sure a handsome lad. Prince Fraser is the same age as Csille. Although he's much taller than I am. He's wearing equestrian clothing, and he's really killing it. I can't help but admire him. Although it kinda seems illegal since I am already twenty-three years old in the real world.

"Greetings, mother and father. I've just finished my lesson in horse riding and decided to visit you. I'm sorry for suddenly interrupting. I didn't know that the Count and Countess are here." The prince slightly bows his head at both my parents and just looks at me. My parents also greet the crown prince.

The queen clasped her hand and gestured the prince to come to her. Prince Fraser walks to her mother, and now he's sitting in front of me.

"Fraser, remember Count's only daughter and the sole heir of the Lauretré family?" The queen asks while looking at me.

Prince Fraser nodded at me. My body stands up on her own and does a curtsy for the prince. "This daughter of the Count of Vrawyth greets the Crown Prince Fraser."

The queen smiled at me gestured me to sit down. "What a lovely child you are. Countess, I really envy you. How I wish I also have a lovely daughter like Csille."

My mother just smiles at the Queen's word. They continue talking about other matters afterward. At the same time, both Prince Fraser and I are just sitting here and minding our own business.

He really looks like how I described him in my novel. He has dark blue hair that is almost black. His deep blue eyes and her perfectly pointed knows. I've never seen a child that looks like him. If he's in the modern world, I came from. I'm pretty sure he could pass as a Korean idol.

The Prince then looks at me. I immediately move my gaze away from him. My heart is throbbing really fast, maybe because I was caught looking at him.

The silence between the Prince and I continues for about an hour before the King shifted his attention to the both of us. He clasped his hand and smiled. "Sorry for making you two left out from the conversation." The King looks at his son and me again. "I invited you here, Count and Countess and you Csille, for a very important announcement."

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The king paused for a moment and looked to both of my parents. "The Count and I already had an agreement even before you two were born. If one of us had a daughter and the other had a son, then an engagement will be held."

Wait, hold up! Engagement? Me? Engaged to the Prince? Oh, wait, I remember. In my novel, Prince Fraser and Csille were engaged since they were children. The engagement is held because of an agreement between the King and the Count before. The King and the Count grew up together. The Count is one of the people who helped the King to be enthroned to the crown. That's why they made a pact that when they have children, one of their children will be engaged to each other. Is it the first scene in my novel—the announcement of the engagement.

The King continues what his saying. "And to make it come true, Prince Fraser Astalieu, the Crown Prince of Kingdom Vrawyth and Csille Lauretré, the only heir of the noble family of Lauretré. I now announce the engagement of the two of you. It's not a formal announcement yet since both of you are still young, but my words will still be valid. The official announcement of your engagement will be held after the coming of age of Csille."

My body stands up on her own and does another curtsy. "This daughter of the Count accepted your announcement, your majesty."

Prince Fraser stands up also and mumbles his acceptance. Although from the looks of it, he seems like he doesn't really care about it.

Based on what I write in the novel. Prince Fraser didn't really care at first about the engagement. And after this announcement, Prince Fraser and Csille become close friends. That's why they are considered childhood sweethearts by the people of the Kingdom Vrawyth.

The conversation becomes livelier, and both our parents talked to each other. But based on my novel, the next scene would be after five years when they are both studying in high school. If that's the case, what would happen to us? Will it fast forward to five years later?

"Prince Fraser, will you show Csille around. We'll just need to talk about some matters." I woke from my reverie with the Queen's words.

The Prince immediately stands up and offers his hand at me. I accepted it and stood up from sitting. I first said my goodbye to both the King and Queen before I let Fraser lead me out of the room.

    We've been walking for a minute now, but none of us are talking. We are already outside the palace and just walking through the garden. It's a big garden with many different kinds of beautiful flowers.

"Do you like flowers?" The Prince stops walking and looks back at me.

I smiled and looked at the beautiful Iris flower. "I love flowers. I think they're just like arts. People love to appreciate it, and they have depth. They are not only pleasing to the eyes, but they also have a story to tell. Like hows this Iris is. If you look at it, you'll be entranced by its color. However, it is more than just its appearance. It symbolizes royalty, wisdom, and respect. Just like you, Prince Fraser, you're appearance is hard not to notice. You can't blame them, though. You're considered one of the handsome child in our kingdom, but you're more than a face. With just a look, you could already see that you're someone who could rule a kingdom like true royalty. And for your age, you seem matured compared to other children. Knowledgeable and full of wisdom. You also treat people with respect." I smiled at him. "And yeah, I like flowers."

   Prince Fraser just looked at me for a moment.  "I didn't know you think of me like that." He scratches his nape and looks in the opposite direction. I just smiled at him.

   I didn't know little Prince Fraser is cute when blushing. I just smiled at my thought. "Why? What do you assume I think of you?"

    Prince Fraser just shakes his head and continues walking. I immediately follow him. The garden is vast, and if not for Prince Fraser, I have probably lost my way.

    "How about you, Prince Fraser? Do you like flowers?" I asked since he stopped talking to me again.

    Prince Fraser stops walking and looks at me. He then walks in front of me. "I like it." He said while looking straight at my eyes.

    Hey! Prince! I didn't write about this one! How dare you say something that I didn't write. I look at him too. My heartbeat now is really loud. I could almost hear it.

    Prince Fraser extends his hand like he wants to pat my head, but he didn't. He grabbed the flower that is dangling close to my head. He took it and showed it to me.

"I like this one the most." He smiled and put it behind my ears. "There, it suits you. It complimented your hair and your eyes." He patted my head and continue walking.

I was shocked with his action. Red tulips. The flower he gave me is red tulips, and in the flower language, red tulips means declaration of love.

I immediately cover my face. You got to be kidding me? My heart fluttered because of a nine years old boy? I took a deep breath and cleared my thoughts. Ysavel, that's your character. You can't be flustered because of a fictional character.

"Csille, are you okay?" I woke up from my reverie when I heard Prince Fraser's words. He's looking at me now, concerned. Oh, boy, don't look at me like that. I'm your creator. No! Cannot be.

"I'm okay. I'm just admiring the beauty of the tulips." I said and then pretended to smell the flowers.

Prince Fraser smiled at me. "There's a lot of beautiful flowers over there. Do you wanna see it?"

I nod at him. "Really? Sure, why not?"

Prince Fraser offers his hand at me. I stared at it for a second before hesitantly accepts it. He then continues to lead me to other kinds of flowers.

Why is my fate like this? I time traveled and become the villainess in my own novel. And now my first official holding hands to a guy is to a nine years old boy. Worst case scenario, it's with my male lead character that will end up with the female lead.

   "Do you know that flowers have their own language?" Prince Fraser looked at me and asked.

    I nodded. "I was into reading these days, and I've read a book about the language of flowers." I look at the chrysanthemum. "Take, for example, this chrysanthemum. It signifies honesty. The same reason why my father loves to give my mother chrysanthemum every day to signifies his honest feelings for her."

"You are really knowledgeable in the language of flowers. I didn't know you're into it."

I look at Prince Fraser. Of course, I'm knowledgeable. I write you as a Prince who loves to express himself through flowers. You often left a flower in secret for Farren, your Royal guard, and the crossdressing Crown Princess Paislee.

I smiled at the Prince and continues to walks. I still don't know how my life would go in here. Will it fast forward to five years later? I also don't understand why there's a scene like this. I didn't write anything about Prince Fraser and Csille walking in the garden and talking about flowers.

"Do you hate me, Csille?"

I stopped in my tracks and looked back to Prince Fraser. Do I hate him? As the writer, I really didn't hate him, but as Csille Lauretré, I still don't know. They grew up together. She was there when he needed someone the most, but he still chooses the Crown Princess in the end.

I shake my head and smiles at him. "How could I hate you? This Count's daughter has no reason to do so."

Prince Fraser inch closer to me. He looks at my eyes. "Please stop that count's daughter here, count's daughter there. Right now, you're Csille, not a daughter of some noble family. And I'm just Fraser, not a Prince of a Kingdom. As Fraser, I'm asking you. Do you hate me?"

I stared back at him and smiled. "I would never hate you, Fraser." Not for now.

The Prince stared at me for a couple of minutes before smiling at me. "You said it. You don't hate me."

"Why do you ask? How did you think I hate you?" I didn't know Prince Fraser would ask that to Csille. When I wrote the novel, I didn't write in depth about how close Prince Fraser and Csille are.

"I just thought you did. You're probably shocked about our engagement. I thought you don't like it and will hate me afterward."

"Why would I hate you? We're on the same page too. You also don't know about that engagement before. You're the one who probably doesn't like it. I just hope you won't hate me afterward." Although I know you will. You'll hate Csille in the future. You'll hate Csille for trying to ruin your relationship with the Crown Princess Paislee. You'll hate Csille for just merely existing.

"Why would I hate you? I would never do that." Prince Fraser takes my other hand and holds it. "How about we made a promise then? Let's promise that we will never hate each other no matter what."

I stared at our intertwined hands and smile at him. "Okay, I promise." I just wished you wouldn't hate me that much in the future, Prince Fraser.