Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

In the distance, Athan trotted along the pavement with a few footmen that served the Edelweiss Household behind him. For he was royalty, his achievements and credentials thus far outweighed his notoriety and immoral reputation. 

His father, the Emperor, highly acknowledged every individual for their great contributions—for as long as the outcome is a boon, such a public image shouldn't matter to him.

As the newly appointed Heir Apparent to the throne, Athan was still in his peak of influence and paying a visit from another well-known aristocrat; it would garner attention not only to the elites of the aristocracy but also from the masses.

He took advantage of what he already had, unlike the villainess, who had fallen from grace, and picked up whatever she had left in her.

There was no one beside her, no footmen to escort her—or even the loyal dog she had brought along wasn't with her.

'Why is she even alone—?'

Though somewhere deep within his heart ached with strange emotions swirling inside of him. 

A dream, he hadn't had one for so long and one lustful dream at that. From there on, it snowballed and almost took a toll on his well-being.

The amount of embarrassment and shame, how ironic was it for him to have such intense orgasm from the wild dreams that came like a storm.

How he felt guilty and pathetic enough to relieve himself when he had a couple of partners to do it for him.

It was an intense moment that he was almost at a loss for words.

No matter how much he tried to steel himself and forget about it, he just couldn't. It was like a curse that latched onto his soul that he could never get away from it.

Now that Mystique was coming closer, it made him feel like it was getting harder to breathe, and the slight tremors in his hands became uncontrollable.

'Is this even possible? I hate her just as I love her.' He then pinched his nose bridge, trying to divert his thoughts.

There was no way he could show this side of him, not with the haughty lady coming his way.

Though it wasn't a good idea to talk about what happened to him recently in this territory, he ought to invite her after assessing the situation.

Though his gut tingled and made sure his face remained unperturbed from the smell of bad karma that wafted from her direction as his gaze met her sully look in the distance.

Instead of cowering from his presence, she strutted head-on, clearly unbothered from his advances. Her white flared cotton dress with a cyan faux fur cloak perched atop of it swung to and fro, never missed the beat with her clacking heels.

'Oh wow, look at her, her face went stoned the moment I was near. Great.' he pondered with a drip of satire from her expressions she tended to hide from him.

But it didn't stop him from fooling around with her.

Thud after thud, the gap became shorter than ever, and with their meeting was inevitable, Athan beamed, walking to a stop, as he jammed his hands on the pockets of his greatcoat.

"Violette, I didn't know you're here."

[I could say the same,] she wrote reactively. 

"Well..." Athan tilted his head, shrugging at her. "It seems that there was something Marquis Edelweiss had asked me of something, which I'm not telling you, by the way." He lifted the parchment with a wide grin with a magical seal imprinting the insignia that entailed Edelweiss Household's identity.

But instead of looking forward to more infuriated reactions from her, she raised her shoulders, though ever-so-lightly.

[Good for you then. It must be that important—for the good of the Dysnomia Empire—you shall do that, and His Majesty should, in turn, reward you.]

He let out a hearty chuckle, but not enough to alarm the footmen, who were doing their daily tasks in Marquis's manor, within several yards away from them.

"It's so fresh hearing it from you—"

[Sarcasm…]

"Was it?" He flashed his pearly-white teeth, and somehow it caught her off guard. A glimpse of the small flush smeared across his cheeks but shifted in a spur of a moment as she rolled her eyes. "What about you? I don't know why you're—"

[Mind your own business.] 

"Such double standards you have there. You didn't earlier, though." 

[Because of all the places and time came as an opportunity, you were here when you started stalking.]

His forehead creased, showing deep lines as he begged to differ from her narcissistic idea.

Mystique's eyes went aglow—moved up and down— as she hunched her shoulders, pouting at him with such intimidation. [You don't look too well, Your Highness. Are you sure you're most definitely not looking for me?]

"Even until now, you're still delusional. Must I remind you not everyone's world revolves around you?" Athan leaned close to her and started to stride past her, and there was no need to fuel her anger with the loss she had. 

His ears caught a crackling sound of ice bits. Shattering as quietly as possible, which made him smirk. 

"Though I won't be too disappointed if we set it straight." He slipped his hand beneath his cloak, with one of the inner pockets, he pulled out a slim card with a bejeweled symbol and label.

[...Of what?] She did the same—turning around and glaring at him.

"I'm sure you know this; I shall meet you there today." Upon holding the card between his fingers, it reflected off golden lights—so dazzling it won't pale into comparison from rings and bracelets. 

A sudden arch of her eyebrows came soon as she stared at it.

It was one of the perks of being a prestigious member of the Auctio Royale, owned by the Edelweiss Household.

He knew that she needed it the most.

Though he wasn't the one to give it to her so freely.

"You can only have it once we meet again; mark the place." Athan kept it again and walked away. "See you later."

But Mystique tugged his sleeve. Many thoughts rushed through him, for whatever reason she had, but he would as well give it a shot.

"Do you need something?"

She began to nibble her lip while she kept up with the intensity of her gaze.

[Watch your step when you come in there.]

He hummed deeply. "A fair warning, eh? Very well."