Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Right now, Nathalie was in her private chambers; the same room as she stayed when she had to recover. 

She already took a warm bath; donning a towel wrapped like a bun on her hair and a beige bathrobe, she hummed as she was on her way out of the bathroom.

Soon after, her feet dragged with nothing in mind but the spacious bed that was rather alluring to her. For she forgot when was the last time she had this peculiar feeling for its coziness.

Earlier, both her mind and body got worn out, even worse, as the supplements and tonic dwindled their effect. 

Plopping to the bed, arms sprawling, she stared at the wooden ceiling with small, vibrant fireflies hovering around the flower bulb.

"Do you intend to sleep like that, My Lady?" 

Keith's voice echoed in her ears, which she peered to the left, seeing him drop a few of the packages to the table. He then rolled his shoulders several times before cracking his knuckles and neck from a tedious task.

[I'm sorry it took much longer than I thought it would be.]

"Ahh! Rest assured, I didn't mean—"

[I know what you mean. So don't worry as well.] She smiled at him. [You must be very tired today. You've worked hard. I'm proud of you.]

He then reached for his nape; with an averting gaze, he let out a subtle chuckle. "I'm fine for as long as My Lady needs."

[Alright. Scurry along now. Go take a bath.]

"Huh? What—"

Nathalie winked at him. [Don't tell him anything. Go on. You'll be fine.]

His face contorted to a deep confusion, scrunching the whole time but his gaze brimmed with crazy thoughts.

Despite that, it wasn't that far-fetched.

She ended up giggling while he went away.

The water when she took a bath was all she needed; as much as she hated to admit it, it has a strong property for recovering the fatigue, and as though she could go for another task for the night.

After which, she then glanced at the ceiling before she closed her eyes slowly.

Before she wrapped things up, Athan and Sylvester barged in the room, looking all bewildered etched in their faces for what happened. Their chests heaved up and down as they moved their frantic heads around.

It didn't help that entering the room remained fine and out of the disturbance. For they were rather confident when they sensed the sudden emergence of a disastrous spell yet came too elusive...

Nathalie appeased them that it had to do with her boiling over her concoction to the cauldron, witnessing the fresh spillage, splattering on its stove, and the mess around it, the two of them looked at each other.

However, as soon as they asked the rest, they also went to jump to her logic, at least they understood.

Although it was different for Athan, as meticulous as he was, Nathalie only beamed a suggestive smile.

One that he didn't need to bother himself any further.

After which, as soon as they went away, Nathalie sighed and put a stop to what she shared with them; while it was but brief information, they all turned out quick to acquire it the first time around.

Several hours from now and the sun would shine, and such a long day was ahead of them. A good amount of rest would be perfect for them after the fruitful labor of the night.

Inwardly, she couldn't help but giggle at the surprise she had to prepare for tomorrow.

With that, she sat upright, stretching her arms in the air with a light moan.

When the subtle thuds on the floor came, she turned around, responding in glee, [Oh, you're done already—?] Such a close call for her that she almost choked from what appeared in front of her.

Keith put on a similar robe, yet it was rather loose enough by the waist, revealing a wide gape and showing his broad chest and chiseled abs. 

Moreover, his drenched fringes didn't help at all, now it trickled with fresh dews and down to her collarbone before reaching his toned torso. He raked his hair between his fingers to the back as it was impossible to hold them the same way as his low ponytail.

"Yes, I also apologize that I took some time; I understand now how rejuvenating the spring water was…"

[Isn't it?] Nevertheless, both her eyes and mouth smiled with warmth, to cover up her embarrassment. [I'm glad you also appreciated it the way I did.]

"Even the rumors from such a suite within the Braewood Keep circulating within the lands bore no comparison…"

Nathalie nodded and then rustled on the quilt towards leaning her back against the headboard. When she did, her eyebrows creased when Keith shuffled towards the spare chair, overlooking the window.

[Why are you in there?]

"I beg your pardon?"

When he tilted his head, she tapped on the space beside her. Upon learning she was rather serious, he had no choice but to scoot over to her side.

[Why is your back so stiff? Come closer, silly knight.] She then smacked his arm; it wasn't strong for a hit but a slight numbness came from her palms hitting how taut he was then.

"Are you sure you're comfortable with this, My Lady?"

[Of course!] she babbled, then leaned her head on his shoulders, which flinched him once more. [Now that you know the truth, wouldn't it be better for both of us that you'll know about me?]

"I—Is that so?" Keith became a little flustered from her subtlety, even then he knew it as much. "Is there any difference, though?"

[You mean, me and Mystique?] Through his nod, she began to ponder. [Probably yes and no…]

"Hmmm?"

[You might've known Mystique, but I don't mind you knowing the side of Nathalie as well; as I told you, another version of her.]

"Certainly, it's fascinating, I'd say…"

[What is?]

"Even though all that; I'd never expected the mutual respect and feeling, My Lady. But…" He then pressed his lips thin like he needed a moment to recollect his thoughts.

[But?]

"I think we've talked about it. Not only for your sake, but I'd also ask what you think about our conversation with His Highness involved…"

Nathalie blinked her eyes.

'Oh my…'