The Villain Who Fell In Love

If a piece of the puzzle is missing, it is considered incomplete work. Just like her memories, pieces are missing, and each day Emelia tries recalling them. Still, nothing was found. No matter how hard she dug, she had restraints.

"Since when I have been stuck in this room?" Emelia asked herself, lying on the bed, looking out of the window. "Has it been weeks since he last came to visit?"

Each day as she watches the sun setting and the moon rising, she started to question her own life. Why was she alive doing nothing? Emelia reached her hand upon the air, imagining reaching the skies that don't have a limit.

At least it was better to be alone in the room than having a person disturb the stillness. "That's right, it's better than having Henry being in this room."

Nothing goes well whenever he visits her. Things always end violently, and this why bruises piles up all over her body. But recently, he had been busy as the Emperor and Emelia found something stupid.

The fact no one in the world except those working in the palace knew she was still alive. That's right, everyone thinks Emelia died after Henry became the Emperor. And what Emelia thinks is stupid is that everyone believes she was dead.

Emelia sighed, lowering her arms down, resting them on the bed. She closes her eyes as she tried recalling her memories. Emelia believes she was being manipulated by the servants because their reasons were absurd.

The doctor who comes and sees her from time to time was a doctor she knew since she was younger. That man was kind and didn't know how to lie. She tried gathering information from him, but then he looked threatened by the palace guards.

Emelia took deep breaths and forced her memories, but nothing came except for a few headaches. She opened her eyes immediately and massaged her temples. As she was about to give up, a sudden image flashed in her head.

An arrow flying towards her direction pierced through her back. A few cold sweats formed on her forehead as she gasped, looking around her surroundings.

"It was the same man. The man who left me a scar…" She clenched her fist and looked at the mirror by the door, "But the scenery was different. There was one more person." Emelia stood up and slowly removed her dress, revealing her back.

Emelia pressed her dress onto her chest, covering her upper body, leaving her back open. She turned her neck, looking at the mirror, and frowned when she saw two scars. From her memories, Emelia knew she only had one scar. But two, and it looked like the wound had just healed.

"Your Highness? It's time for your lunch," A servant called about to open the door, not until Emelia stopped her.

Emelia immediately wore her dress back and allowed the servant to come in. When the servant entered, Emelia was seen sitting by the door, reading a book.

"Was there any problem?" Asked the servant, placing the platter down on the table.

"Nothing," Answered Emelia, looking down at her plate. And this is what they call a proper meal. One piece of bread and a cup of water, "Is that it?" Emelia asked the servant, who raised her brows.

"Just because the Emperor favors you doesn't mean the treatment will be good. You are no longer the Princess. The Cilia bloodline is over," She laughed though Emelia didn't offend about it. Instead, she gave the servant a round of applause.

"Well…who knows if I really am part of the Cilia family," Emelia smirked as she ripped the bread into pieces in front of the servant. "I don't think you understand that I am not easy to falter."

Princess? Being the one doesn't mean the whole world is yours. There is more to that. One wrong move as a member of the royal family your life will turn around. Isn't this the reason why she's called the Ice Princess?

"Also, barkers are nothing but dumb dogs," Continued Emelia as she formally stuffed the piece of bread into the servants' mouth. "So if I were a dog, I would stop barking and be obedient."

The servant coughed and spit the piece of bread onto the ground, glaring at Emelia. She pointed a finger towards her and screamed, "You'll pay for this! I'm telling this to His Majesty. Just because he hasn't been visiting you. You must have felt free."

"And what is your point?" Emelia asked the servant, who looks around, thinking of what to say. But Emelia had cut her off, "So does the dog want to leave? I'm sure it has gotten bored of its playmate."

The servant bit her lip, and her eyes crooked as angry thoughts filled into her head. But she didn't say anything more and walked out of her room. The door was left open, and others were peeking, muttering to one another.

"You clean this mess up," Emelia pointed towards a frail-looking servant, and immediately, the servant followed. Even if she was no longer the Princess of this Empire, there were those who still feared her that's because they know Henry wouldn't let them go if something ever happens to her.

As much as she hated getting help from him, this was the only way to protect herself for now. There is no one to rely on, and no one is worth her trust.

The servant bowed in front of Emelia and left the room, closing the doors. Emelia was left speechless about the servant because of her appearance. She looked quite young for someone to be working in the palace.

"Is this a new fetish of his?" Emelia sat on the chair, noticing the cup of water. She held onto the cup and looked at the water, filled with small pebbles. "If she wanted to kill me that bad. She could have at least done a better job."

Emelia poured the water into the vase, where a wilted flower stood in the vase. She gently touched the wilted flower, removing it from its vase, and threw it out of the window.

When the flower isn't getting enough sun, it will wilt. Just like Emelia, she was slowly perishing in this lonely dark room. She didn't show it, but she wanted someone to set her free, someone who could shine a light down her.

"Smile for me, won't you?" Emelia heard a voice in her head, and she turned her back to see no one. Again that voice. The voice sounded lonely, but at the same time, the voice made her heart skip a beat.