Why Did I Become the Villainess?

"Miss, are you okay? Your face is flushed. Do I need to call a Doctor?" The maid asks worriedly.

I look at Eve, my personal maid, and I immediately cover my face. My mind couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night.

"Do you know how much I like you? No, I proba-"

I pinch my arms to stop myself from shrieking. Prince Fraser's confession keeps replaying in my mind since last night. I didn't even get enough sleep because of that. 

"Miss?"

I look at Eve and shake my head. Snap out of it, Ysa! You still have a training to do today! Stop daydreaming and get your ass work.

"I'm okay. Thank you for worrying. It's probably because I feel stuffy. Can you open some windows?"

Eve immediately opens some windows, and I continue cutting the stems of the flower. I am training in the assigned training place for the Vrawyth Kingdom. The rest are also training right now, and since I am the only one who will represent the Vrawyth Kingdom in the Etiquette category, I am the only one inside the room. Well, except for Eve, of course.

Princess Paislee and Prince Fraser are on the training ground doing some training. Since the both of them are competing in the Physique category, Rufus will be competing in the Physique category too. But he's currently with Leander in the Library assigned for the Vrawyth Kingdom. Rufus and Leander will be competing for the Intellect category with Prince Fraser. 

Csille will be joining them too, but since she's the only one who will be representing the Vrawyth in the etiquette category, so she's focusing more on this category. She doesn't have any problem with the intellect since she's the third smartest in their batch. 

I am about to pick another set of flowers when my hand accidentally touched a thorn. "Ouch," I immediately put the flower down and look at my bleeding hand.

I am about to take a clean towel to cover the wound when someone grabs my hand. I look up and saw Prince Fraser looking at my hand worriedly. 

"Csille, are you okay?" He asks worriedly while blowing my wounds. 

I tried to take my hand away from him, but he wouldn't let me. He keeps blowing my hand, and he looks at me. "You should be careful. Look at your hands. Does it hurts?"

Dayum. Why does Prince Fraser look more handsome today? This is too much temptation for someone who wants to push him away. Can this world make things easy for me? Why do I always feel tempted to ruin the task? 

"Csille?" 

I wake up from my trance and look at Prince Fraser, who is worriedly staring at me. I shake my head at him and smile. I try to take my hand away from his hold, but he wouldn't let me. I sigh and look at him. "It doesn't hurt. It was just a small cut. You don't need to worry about this, Prince Fraser."

I look around and sigh when I didn't see Princess Paislee with him. Although Princess Paislee already knows about the relationship between Prince Fraser and I, I still don't want her to see this. How can she fall in love with Prince Fraser if she keeps seeing us, Prince Fraser and I, close to each other?

Prince Fraser sighs and pulls me to sit on a chair. He then kneels on the ground while still holding my hand. "Small cut? That is still a wound, Csille. What if it gets infected? It's better to clean this up so I wouldn't worry." He looks at Eve standing at the side. "Look for a medicine kit."

Eve immediately gets out of the room and looks for the medicine kit. I sigh and look at Prince Fraser, who is still kneeling on the ground.

"Prince Fraser, please stand up. What will other people say if they found you kneeling on the ground?"

Prince Fraser frown. "What would they say? Csille, you are my fiancée, and I'm only cleaning your wounds. Is there something wrong with that?"

I shake my head. Okay, I didn't say anything. Just forgot I said anything. 

Prince Fraser sigh. "Is this about the deal again? Are you pushing me away again? After what happened last night?"

My face immediately flushed just by remembering what happened last night. I look around and sigh when I see no one. I'm sure if people heard that, they would think something inappropriate.

"Fraser!" I snapped at him.

Prince Fraser sigh. "I just want to clean your wound, okay? Can't I? You keep saying it's just a small cut but look at this," he showed my hands at me, and true to his words, it's not just a simple cut. "It's a deep cut. We need to clean this first before you continue the flower arrangement. We need your hands to be okay for the etiquette category."

I nod my head at him. It's true. In every subcategory in the Etiquette hand is a vital thing. How can I compete if something happened to my hand? Although I doubt it if something will happen since it's already written in the story that Csille will do good at the competition. 

After a few minutes, Eve arrived with a medicine kit. Prince Fraser immediately grabs the medicine kit out of Eve's hand. Eve tries to take the kit from Prince Fraser, but Prince Fraser wouldn't listen. Prince Fraser can be stubborn at times.

"Your highness, Prince Fraser, let me be the one to clean the wounds of miss. You don't need to do that. I can take care of it, you d-"

However, Eve's words were immediately cut off by Prince Fraser. He is now starting to clean my wounds while Eve is standing at the side, nervously looking at Prince Fraser. If she could grab the kit, she would probably grab it. But it's Prince Fraser, the Crown Prince. How can she dare?

Prince Fraser waves his hand at Eve. "You don't need to worry. I can handle this. Csille is my fiancée. I think it's only right for me to clean her wounds."

Eve bows her head and just stands at the corner. I shake my head and let Prince Fraser do what he wants to do. 

Prince Fraser is the kind of person that is stubborn and decisive. When he decided to do something, he would do it no matter what. That's why I know no matter how Eve persuades Prince Fraser. He won't listen.

"You should be careful when holding the flowers next time. Look how deep the cut is." He looks at me. "This will hurt a little. Just endure it for a bit, okay?"

I nod my head at him. I don't much have problems with pain since my pain tolerance is actually pretty high. So, him putting alcohol on my small wound wouldn't hurt me.

Prince Fraser starts to put alcohol on my wound, and I winced in pain. 

Prince Fraser immediately blows my wound. "Sorry, just endure it. It's done."

I frown. How can I get hurt with just a simple alcohol? I remember breaking a bone in the real world, but I didn't complain much about that pain. So, why?

Is it because I am inside Csille's body? Is her pain tolerance so low that putting alcohol in a small wound would make her wince in pain?

"There. It's all good." Prince Fraser looks at the band aid he just put on my finger and smile. He then stands up from kneeling and offers his hands to me.

I frown. Why is he offering his hands at me? 

"You're training ends here. Let's go check Leander and Rufus in the library. Also, don't you have a category you'll be competing in the Intellect too?"

I nod my head at him. "But I still need to focus on the etiquette. I heard from other people that some Kingdoms have their Crown Princess and Princesses as their representatives for the Etiquette. I need to definitely train more than the Intellect."

Also, I need to get away from you. After what happy last night. How can I let myself be close to you again? 

Last night is definitely the happiest day of my life, but that's it. There's no next time. I cannot let myself get lost in happiness again. Never again.

Prince Fraser shakes his head, and he makes ma stand up to face him. He then holds my face with his hand. "Csille, you are my fiancé and the future Queen of the Vrawyth Kingdom. You are also my Princess. So, how can you look down on yourself? I don't want to hear you say something like that again. Okay?"

My face immediately flushed because of Prince Fraser's words. Can this Prince get not too sweet with me? Or else I don't know how can I control my heart. It's already been difficult for me to push him away, but he's even making it difficult by doing all of these things. 

Can I ever let you go, Prince Fraser?

I sigh. I tried my best not to smile bitterly. I cannot let him know that I am sad. I'm sad because I know I would never be the Queen. I will never be his Princess.

"Prince Fraser, it's not about the title. It's about the education that was given to them. You know that every royalty has additional education that is way different than the other nobles or normal citizens. How can I compete with those Princesses if they already perfected the Etiquette?"

Not that I'm worried about it. I'm assured that the real Csille will handle it without a problem. My only concern now is I need to find an excuse not to be with Prince Fraser. I cannot repeat the mistake I had done last night. The sweetest mistake I have ever made.

Do I regret it? No, because I was just being honest with what I feel, but that is the last time I will let myself get lost in happiness. I cannot risk everyone just for my own happiness.

Prince Fraser sigh. "We all know how good you are at Etiquette, Csille. I don't understand why you are saying all of these? Are you pushing me away again? Is it about that deal or about what happened last night?"

I break from his hold and look at Eve, who is staring at us with wide eyes. Oh, great! Someone heard it. How can I explain things to Eve? I cannot let her misunderstand what she heard. What if she tells it to other maids? I'm sure it won't help if it reached Princess Paislee's ear.

Eve immediately shakes her head when she saw me looking at her. "You don't need to worry, Miss. I didn't hear anything. I swear to my whole ancestors that I didn't hear anything."

I sigh. I squint my eyes at Prince Fraser. "Look what you have done." I shake my head and walk towards Eve. 

"Eve, I know you heard something, but I wouldn't force you to say what you have heard and understand. My only wish for you is not to tell it to other people. Is that clear for you?"

Eve immediately nods her head like the nodding dog toy car. I sigh and take a number of centimes and put it in her hand. "Here, take it. You should go back to the carriage first. I can handle everything here."

Eve is about to refuse the centimes, but I insist she takes it. I'm not bribing her. I know her. She's been the most trusted maid in the Lauretré residence, and I know she wouldn't do something that is against what I have said. 

The centimes are more like a reward for her because I know she wouldn't tell a soul about what she had heard.

Eve immediately walks out of the room. I look at Prince Fraser and shake my head. "Look what you have done. Can you not bring up what happened last night? It will only bring misunderstanding from other people."

I heard Prince Fraser chuckled. But it's not a happy chuckle. It's a sad one. "Csille..."