Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie was still in an ethereal projection, and she was still in his study, and there was Arnold.

For the most part, she looked around— nothing changed as it was spacious and organized— without the carpeted floors and gold linings on every piece of furniture and the antique fireplace, it was no different from a modern office room.

But from the stillness of the room shifted to fast thuds and ceaseless murmurs of paranoia.

Glancing sideways was Arnold as he paced back and forth, crossing his arms for quite some time. Every after a few rounds of moving, he would ruffle his hair and from his slightly disheveled hair welcomed such a messy state. It fluttered every time he took a stride along with his gray coat.

He had been doing it in front of a door that led to one of his private chambers.

Even if she stood there, as soon as the private chamber came into mind, she knew what was up. Thinking about it, she had a flush of crimson shade across her cheeks.

'Oh my, my thoughts are running wild. I don't know what to do at this point.'

She threw her head back, groaning from what she had done. Out of all these, she didn't expect it would be Keith, one of her favorite characters she made and one of the contenders for male leads in her novel.

Like any other avid fans, Nathalie read various fan fictions and other reads with regards to the valiant commander of the Blackwell territory. She would squeal, rolling on her bed, as she took a moment admiring him.

But in the same token, after knowing more and more of the curse, now that she was Mystique Blackwell, she shuddered from thinking of how promiscuous and indulged a myriad of men for as long as she needed.

That is if she wanted to survive.

'Should I be thankful to Keith?' She embraced herself while recapitulating those steamy memories with him or those that remained before she slipped into the darkness. 'However, touching Keith…'

'... Him touching… Me…' Her vision started to obscure from the intense sear around her eyes, she cupped her cheeks, and she was burning beyond help.

More and more erotic scenes flashed her head like it was neverending fantasia.

Long before she could delve more into her fantasy, the door began to clink. She jolted, much similar to how Arnold was in his stead. When the door was on the latch, Keith peeked with his countenance no different from hers.

"Sire, Her Grace has now calmed down."

After that, he stood upright after a bow, never met Arnold's eyes from what happened; within the distance, Nathalie saw the wrinkling lines along with his stark uniform, of both the coat and trousers. His white inner sleeves were crumpled, revealing lip marks, and from his skin revealed numerous love bites.

Bites, chomps, suckles, and whatever Nathalie could name them, she fanned herself that got engraved from his fair skin.

Though it couldn't be said the same for Arnold, his eyes were all for them to see: how disgusted he was to witness.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

"...Anything else?"

"None so far, Sire," Keith responded. He took another bow before he shuffled his way out of his study.

The valiant knight might be walking away from him, but he drew close to Nathalie's projection.

Just several inches away, she noticed it wasn't all the shade of red she saw as his fair skin had hickeys shifted its colors to a darker hue like violet and blue.

More and more, we're seen, and realized how rough it had been.

'Oh, my, gosh….' Her body tensed as she tried to cover her face, or at least she tried as her eyes peeked out from the gapped fingers.

He tried to walk properly, but there was still a tinge of sluggishness and feebleness with those thuds he made.

Just when she thought that shocking revelations were over, he decided to drop another bomb again.

"You shall resign from your rank as 'Commander of the Arctic Order' from now on."

As such, those green orbs of his struck with horror.

'Wait. What?!' Even Nathalie turned and watched him from his announcement. 'This wasn't part of the story! Did the sequel of mine change? Wait… Something is missing!'

Nathalie took a glance from his visage at how he was still in the process of contemplating how his hard work shattered in a snap. It was all he wanted yet upon reaching that stage in his life; yet it was taken away from him, from the same man who conferred him.

In the sequel, Keith remained one of the commanders who led the frontlines for years, most notably the incoming flames of war that went almost a half-decade. When he knew Nathalie got drugged, manipulated by the opposing empire, he swore in his sword and honor for vengeance. He even died valiantly along with Nathalie as they fought within the Dysnomia Empire.

'This can't be! It wasn't in the manuscript… I'm freaking out—this won't go as planned.'

Back then, when some random video creator popped up and 'spilled the tea' about the sequel, Nathalie mocked them as to how it deviated from what she truly crafted.

One of which was horrendous rumors of Keith Alexander Dewlake stripped off from the ranks for unknown reasons.

With this, she would roll her eyes with all of these bunch of know-it-alls, and there were the ones she hated the most, but she would flip her hair and give them the cold shoulder.

Yet it came, now biting her ass, for the second time.

'I have to change this in my favor! There's no way this would happen!'

"I'm not finished." Arnold raised her palms, taking a glance from the window. "You shall be her personal guard from now on."

"Sire, I beg your pardon?" His ears perked up as he couldn't believe it, let alone Nathalie.

"This is a secret that will never escape from hereon, am I clear?" Arnold sent forth a chilling breeze around, but more so towards Keith. The bitter cold matched his menacing voice.

Although he flinched right from the start, he gulped hard and made a deep bow, but before he could raise, the Grand Duke uttered once more.

"You shall be taking this new order; going against this shall be equivalent to taking your life by my hands." He took a squint. "A sound one, isn't it?"