Purely A Villainess - Ep 9 - Breathtaking

Ep 9 - Breathtaking

It is so peaceful with these eyes closed....

: MY LADY ! OPEN YOUR EYES MY LADY !

Ah...it's that voice again...

: MY LADY ! PLEASE WAKE UP MY LADY ! MY LADY ! MY LADY ! PLEASE WAKE UP I NEED YOU ! MY LADY ! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME ! MY LADYY !

I swear !

: MY LADYYYY !

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

*jolts up awake frustrated* Stop I am not dead yet !

Amaira Hester / Fl personal maid

My lady you are awake.... *terrified*

Amaira Hester / Fl personal maid

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

*looks around her*

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

Eh....

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

*wishpers to Amaira* Who are these people ?

Amaira Hester / Fl personal maid

*wishpers back* I don't know my lady when I came back they were already surrounding you and waiting for you to wake up...

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

*wishpers* They didn't ask you anything ?

Amaira Hester / Fl personal maid

*shakes head* No

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

*raise brow* then why were you crying !

Amaira Hester / Fl personal maid

*side eyes to the solider* Because...they are terrifying !!

Amaira Hester / Fl personal maid

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

You-

: What is this chaos all about ?

' As the voice echoed through , a hushed reverence fell over the assembled soldiers, each individual instinctively snapping to attention as if pulled by invisible strings. In unison, they straightened their postures, their movements synchronized like a well-drilled battalion, creating two distinct lines that parted like the sea, leaving a solemn pathway in their wake, as though paying homage to that man '

Scarlett Van Allsburg / Fl

*looks up at the direction*

Everyone : ALL HAIL TO THE GLORY OF HOLY KINGDOM !

As my gaze lifted, I beheld the figure for whom the path had been meticulously cleared—a man atop a majestic horse, his posture exuding authority and reverence. He gleamed like a figure from a fairy tale, a prince astride his noble steed, radiating an aura of otherworldly allure. But unlike the characters of storybooks, this man surpassed even their fantastical depictions, with his raven-black locks cascading like a midnight waterfall, his eyes the hue of rich mahogany, all set against the pristine white of his horse.