The Villain Who Fell In Love

The answer to his question is simple. The ones who can stand on the same platform as the temple is the royal family. Elliot crossed his arms, observing the flare in Albert's eyes. He understood how Albert felt. The hatred towards someone who ruined their lives. 

"You don't need to trust me. All I need you is to believe in me," said Albert while Elliot signals Alan to take a step back. "Use me however you want to. Even if it means my death."

Emelia hugged her stomach after hearing the last sentence. For some reason, it made her feel nervous. Rather, she felt a resemblance between her old life and Albert. They were similar but with different stories. All they wanted was revenge, even if it meant their death. Seeing her face turn pale, Elliot took a step to the side and held her hand. 

"I'll use you however I want, but then I have my conditions."

Hearing the conditions of Elliot, Albert's face lit up and followed a laugh. He wiped his tears from laughing too hard then asked, "Are these even conditions?" He shook his head side to side while the others watched him calm down. 

"So, do you agree? If you do, I'll ask Air to send you a much detailed one later on."

"And you think I won't betray you?" asked Albert, sitting on the ground in a much more comfortable position. 

"You remind me of someone. That's why I don't think you will," Albert looks at Elliot, who looks at Emelia with a smile. Then Elliot looked back at Albert and continued, "But if you do. I don't plan on letting you go freely. That means even if you are on the verge of dying. I will keep you alive."

Albert smirks and nods his head in agreement. To think that the Emperor of the empire is this young but knows how to deal with people. All the more, Albert started to disagree with the rumors of Elliot being an unforgivable leader, or is it because someone changed him also. 

The night felt even longer as Emelia couldn't shut her eyes at all. She was lying down on her bed, facing the window with a bit of moonlight passing through the glass. She wondered why does the temple do evil things. Using people and if they're not useful anymore, they're going to be thrown away. 

Giving up her sleep, she sat back up on her bed and stood up to sit by the side of the window. In her hand, she held a book but didn't open it. She felt like reading a book, but at the same time, she wasn't in the mood for it. 

From the actions of the temple, it is clear that they are interested in her. For what reasons, she didn't know either. Or is it because Elliot's weakness is her? The fact they think she's his weakness, Emelia didn't like it at all. Though not looking like it, she is a fighter. 

Emelia stood up and, not knowing why her feet brought her to the door of Elliot's room. She did not hesitate to knock on the door and awaited his response. But not hearing a single word from him, she was about to head back to her in disappointment, not until the door slightly opens. 

Elliot peaks his head out of the door, and seeing Emelia, the corner of his lips grew into a smile. He pulled her into his room and burrowed his head into her chest. His eyes were shut, smelling the familiar fragrance of his lover. Emelia creases his hair and looks at him.

"What's wrong?" Emelia asked Elliot.

"I can't seem to fall asleep," Elliot answered with his husky voice, who seemed to have just woken up. It's adorable to see him lie, and Emelia knew about it. 

"Such a coincidence. I can't fall asleep either," Emelia softly laughs. 

Elliot raised his head on the same level as Emelia and looked at her plumy lips. Without hesitating, their lips connected with each other, and slowly they reached towards the bed. Their lips separated after Emelia pushed him away as her breath cut short. 

"Go to sleep," Emelia said embarrassingly, avoiding his gaze towards her. 

"I don't think I can," teased Elliot, brushing the hair covering her blushing cheeks. He pressed his lips on her forehead, then lowered his head, whispering into her ear, "Don't be scared. I'll take care of you."

When Emelia woke up, the king-sized bed felt spacious and somewhat lonely after Elliot left for his morning exercise. Her body wouldn't allow her to sit on the bed as she felt her back aching in pain. She rubbed her back, forcing herself to sit up and pours herself a cup of water that laid on the side table. 

"Your Highness, are you awake?" asked Vanessa, who stood outside of the room, awaiting Emelia's response. Though not looking like it Vanessa still feels embarrassed to call for Emelia when she is in Elliot's room. 

"Come in," called Vanessa, pulling the thin white cloth as she covered her body.

"That reminds me. His Imperial Majesty bough rose tea a week ago, and it had arrived today. Would you like me to add honey in too?" Vanessa asked Emelia, who nodded her head. "I'll bring you a bathrobe."

Once Emelia wore the white robe given by Vanessa, she sat on the chair, watching Vanessa pour the tea into the cup that had honey in it and stirs it before giving it to her. The aroma of the rose tea mixed with the honey was pleasing to smell. Not only that, but the tea tasted delicious. 

Vanessa kept looking at Emelia as if she had a question. Feeling the looks given by Vanessa, Emelia looks at her with a brow raised, asking, "What's wrong? Is there anything you would like to ask?"

Vanessa bit her lip and shyly nods her head. Her fingers, circling as she asked, "About Sir Albert, is His Imperial Majesty really allowing him to stay?" Emelia lowered her cup and gave her a weird look on her face. 

"Yes, is there something wrong about it?" Emelia asked Vanessa, who looked at the door then back at her. Somehow the look on Vanessa didn't look comfortable at all.. It's as if she was running away from someone who is bothering her.