Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

All of her belongings got confiscated, which kept Nathalie's life at Nathan's mercy; nevertheless, she held her head high and never batted an eye.

Through the windows, she learned that she was in his territory and at nighttime already. 

She wasn't the one to back down and might as well probed him for such an opportunity.

Yet before she raised her fingers to scribble a word midair, the chair creaked when he leaned close to her, asking, "How did you tempt His Highness, Athan and then take away every belonging that was rightfully his?"

A sudden glint came into Nathalie's eyes; as she stared for a while, she noticed the uneasiness of his gaze faded slowly.

"Answer me..." His snarls were low and deep, but she flinched at a moment's notice. 

He meant business when he bared his fangs at her, and him being straightforward and impatient made her think twice.

[Though I don't see the point of answering your queries if you could've asked His Highness yourself?]

Her words took a wrong turn, at least for the twins, who looked at her dead in the eyes and their claws and fangs were already out for blood.

"Stop, both of you…" Nathan's hand raised, halting them. "Why not?"

[To be fair, I don't think that's any of your business to meddle something that was between me and—.] While at it, she had a dramatic pose with a clutch of her chest.

[But I shall tell you for trying your very best to accommodate me so well in your…] Nathalie paused with a smirk, glancing around at the stark yet glamorous interior in the chamber. [Humble abode, I'd say.]

Nathan scoffed at her, pulling away ever-so-slightly, "I would've, but when I came back, he disappeared, and I only noticed the tracking—" He then caught the small twitch from the corner of her lips. "You must be hiding something from me."

She closed her eyes, for a myriad of questions came rushing the moment he entered the scene as he was a big chunk of an unknown factor.

Never did she imagine he also had the twins at his side, which was supposedly her next objective after the 'Frost Wyrm' mission.

Just when he thought Athan posed a problem, Nathan came to a lot worse.

"So you're not responding, eh?" Nathan huffed out, snapping his fingers, and the door opened with a bang.

Soon after, her eyes fell out of their sockets when two guards, clad in heavy armor, barged in with Keith in between them, dragging him from his shoulder. He was cuffed 

Clothes were all tattered and smeared, through the slits revealing bruises, cuts, and slashes. Her sight blurred from the searing anger she had. Noticing from head to toe, he wasn't just all in black and purplish-blue swells, but also red smears across his body.

His head hung low, but from his forehead and fringes trickled fresh, rich crimson blood. 

Even his trails had droplets, then smeared the polished floor.

Keith was the one in a series of torture, for who knew how long he had to bear with it.

On the other hand, Nathalie may have kept a straight face, but every scheme she thought got thrown out of the window. 

'I have no choice but to compromise.'

[...How do you know it's a tracking device?]

Somehow, he got taken aback by her replies, and his words went left unspoken. His eyes got narrower than ever, enough to pierce through her soul.

"Of all things, huh." His eyebrows creased deep. "I don't know where you know that idea, witch."

[I think I knew better than you do, Jonathan—]

Nathalie's trace of words in the air vanished when her frail shoulders tugged with sheer force close to him, about a hair's breadth. 

'God, what is this smell—I can't focus.'

The scent grew stronger, and it numbed her senses, and she couldn't stop her limbs from quivering.

"You're courting death." He let out a growl; despite his threats, the musky scent became stronger, and together with his feature, got her tantalized. "This would seem like a long conversation, don't you think?"

Amidst all of these, Nathalie shook her head.

"Don't play dumb with me, Mystique." A sinister chuckle escaped his lips. "You provoked the wrong one."

Increasing more and more pressure, her shoulders finally bloomed sharp pain akin to crushing her bones; she hissed aloud.

The delicate face of her scrunched as she winced in pain. "I'm—not—your enemy—" 

He let go of his grasp, and she kneaded her trembling shoulders from the excruciating sensations.

Nathalie caught a glimpse of Keith, who even had dark, sullen eyes, managed to open them a tad bit, and saw her. He couldn't do anything even with the muffled mouth.

"I don't believe you, not one bit." Withal, he then grabbed her chin. "Don't get too complacent that I won't hurt you even if you're the daughter of Grand Duke Blackwell. The next one would be more than that."

He pushed her away, having her back echo a thud by the headboard.

Nathalie became silent, weighing the grave situation as he was too unpredictable.

Her voice carried powers, and every word costs energy, thus becoming a burden. When she realized she already faced a predicament: the more she used her voice, her energy depletes, and when that happens, the monthly curse would visit her sooner than she thought.

At this point, she failed to lift her arms no matter how hard she tried. Nibbling her lower lip, she wrote on the warm quilt.

[...What do… You want?]

There on, he tossed her pouch, landing on the sheet covering her thighs. "Give me all of the items you stole from him. We can start from there—" He stopped when Nathalie's crooked penmanship went on.

[It's mine. He gave... Contract]

"So, you're telling me…." Nathan hummed deep, rubbing his chin. "If I happen to know you're lying, you might live for another day, but he surely won't—"

"I can give them to you. Don't touch him."

"Oh?" He glanced at her loyal knight. "I never thought you had such a weak spot; do you fancy him that much? Do it then."

With gritted teeth, Nathan splurged out one of the stuff that she gave to Jonathan. 

The portmanteau suitcase, with a tracking device, unlocked and on the bed. 

But that didn't shock them the most when she pulled her clutch.

She arched her neck and greeted Grand Duke's astonished look.