Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie snapped her eyes wide open, panting heavy and aloud, as she jolted upright from the edge of the bed.

"My Lady, are you alright?"

The tender sensation that cradled her back, letting her know she was back to the reality at hand. She looked to the right, and it was him, reaching out his arm to prevent her from falling off the edge of the bed.

Keith tilted his head a tad bit and became too wary of her face, with tears continuing to trickle down her cheeks.

It was hard to suppress the myriad of emotions Nathalie was having in the spur of the moment that she spread her arms wide and embraced Keith for all she cared. Crashing her face to his broad chest, she snuggled in and muffled her cries.

Meanwhile, both of his eyes and mouth went agape as his arms stiffened midair. Every part of his body shivered.

He was warm, letting her body become too enfeeble.

Only a deep breath left Keith's quivering lips after trying to find words he wanted to speak; then, he went to hug her back with such gentleness. Through his strong arms, Nathalie, when she thought it was hard to get over it, somehow calmed down; it was all she'd ever known: safe, protected, and free from the negativities lingering her.

"I deeply apologize; I wasn't able to protect—"

Thereafter, her hug became tighter. Even if her hands couldn't meet from end to end, she clawed deep to his back, clinging onto him as she got overwhelmed with everything.

On the other hand, Keith had a hard time gulp how surprised he was by her reaction. 

"Did you witness… The abusive nightmare?" 

Nathalie nodded despite the comfortable squeeze around her, in which he also expressed realization.

He didn't bother uttering and let her take a moment—through gnawing his jaws and arching his neck, and he mustered the remaining strength he had not to shed a tear.

It was a tough day and an eye-opener for her.

The story wasn't as elaborate as she thought it would be, and how she got to see them was still nerve-wracking.

Their moment went on for several minutes later, enough for her to calm down. She noticed his heat signatures began to stabilize and aligned hers. Upon pulling away from him, he reached for her handkerchief, pressing it to her cheeks.

[I'm sorry; I ended up crying—]

'Oh. Shit! I break out of character!' Covering her face with the cloth she had on her face, incredibly flustered for what she did.

The scene took a toll on her. 

'It was a gang-rape, for goodness sake!'

Out of all indecent acts, one of which she never tolerated—he was a victim of that shenanigans.

Something within her boiled out of anger, and never did she think of putting someone's life to ruin and wreaking havoc to the place where it was then. 

Many thoughts come to mind, how she wanted to punish them, but glad she was happy the justice was served, how gruesome it became.

But it wasn't enough; the trauma was too much, and it could change a person.

It was one of the discernible specks of Keith's life, and she had yet to see the last one of it.

Thinking about it made every hair of hers stand on ends; it was unacceptable.

At that moment, Keith had a series of shock and astonishment that he could no longer color his face when it was full of surprises. Nathalie understood and composed herself in the situation she got in.

But then, it came to her attention that something deep in him became erratic, and she couldn't pinpoint for variety of reason, which got her all worried and concerned.

[That was too much.] She cleared her throat. [Anyhow, are you feeling any better?]

"Much better, I—thought I'd trapped myself into the nightmare once again." His gaze became skeptical, like he was too careful with his words while keeping an eye out of her. "You've given me so much grace, My Lady, to the point I don't even deserve it—"

Nathalie prodded his lips while she hushed him. She pulled out the energy drink she had from her magical pouch and gave it to him. An icy glare was sufficient to force him not to decline her good graces.

[Can you stand?]

"Indeed, I can—" Simultaneously, he started to rustle under the warm quilt, trying to move his body out of bed, but she was quick to grab onto his arm.

[Stay, rest for now.] Without further ado, she grabbed her grimoire, flipping through her pages as she kept on looking at the incantation she ought to cast upon him.

Though as much as Keith waited, he gaped when it was a page meant to hypnotize a target to sleep, and it was already too late for him to avoid. With a quick incantation—a glowing page—his body began to wobble, eyes halfway drooping before he got knocked out to the deep slumbers of the bed.

For countermeasures, Nathalie tore three pages, at most, to protect him from malicious trance and nightmares that may befall him.

He needed to recover, and it wasn't the time to deal with him in the meantime.

She then stood up to the vanity she walked. Through her purse, she grabbed a concealer underneath her eyes. Quick and easy, no-hassle as she didn't apply much in her immaculate facial features.

Meanwhile, she grabbed her phone with a subtle beep.

After which, she strutted towards the door; looking back at Keith, who slept ever-so-soundly on the bed, made her doubt herself.

This was the man she didn't want to lose.

So many things started to unravel about him, the more she learned, the more it was heartbreaking, but she needed to be strong enough to face them just as she had to face and race against her fate.

The first happened to be demoted and outcast by Arnold and his peers; second, the nasty rumors; third, this unforgivable scene...

A deep reminder that this Keith as a character held a face and physique, of which great resemblance of Jonathan at that.

Her mind became a whirlwind amidst opening the door, and soon enough, what her face greeted was the Grand Duke of Forsberg.

[I would like to talk to you about something.]