Villainess of Hearts

Chapter Eleven: A Presumption of the Queen

Rosalyn would take a hot bath and then change into a new set of garments, afterwards she plopped down her bed and sighed in contentment. That was until her thoughts flitted back to the Knight's words. "Gain favor with the King."

Even saying it alone was enough to make a smile form on her face.

How ridiculous of a thought it was—even the King himself had said earlier that he had offered his heart to her. Although she wasn't sure if he had actually been sincere, still it was remarkable that he had the nerve to say such things to her. Rosalyn Lockhart sighed and clutched a pillow to her chest. She would bother with it no longer. Instead she took a deep breath and recounted the events that transpired differently.

Instead of breaking off her friendship with Catherine Duke. She retained it.

Despite her habit of ordering servants and people to be beheaded. She had restrained herself from it.

And instead of spending her time fooling around with a certain Knight, preparing the paper works and documents that she often did—she had gone ahead and met the Royal Delegates for the Gathering of Suits.

The chandelier and snakes event was quite new as well, she hadn't recounted any attempts for her life during this period. Nobody would even dare to do so. So who in their right mind would do such a thing? Should she bother with them when there was an impending doom that was awaiting her in the near future.

But there's not much I can do at the moment." She muttered to herself with irritation.

Would it really be better to try and get along with His Majesty?

The thought of it alone wanted to make her vomit. She could live her days in peace despite the changes that she did to this timeline. Actually her actions might even prove beneficial. She knew that Catherine Duke soon allied with Alice in the future so by staying as friends, that was one less foe—but wouldn't that spat earlier with the King make it more plausible that he would betray her for Alice?

Hadn't that been something that she was trying to evade?

"It's not like I can simply pretend that I like and tolerate his presence." Additionally the King wasn't the only one she had to worry about. The vixen had rallied her people. "Maybe I really should order some people to be beheaded." If not the King himself, then perhaps some of the key residents of her kingdom who had allied themselves to the girl? Sir Julius Ginevelle did remark that she had begun to act strangely.

She recounted that even His Majesty had noticed her lack of anger in but one day. "If I were to do what I always did then that would at least make the King be at ease to some extent? He'd no longer wonder about my apparent lack of rage as of late. Instead I would be doing what I always did and I can really get away with it this time due to his busyness."

It was a brilliant plan.

Her shoulders hunched for a moment, "Ah, but I still can't help but feel lazy about this. Wait." She stood up from her bed and made her way to the door, she peeked out a little and there she found that Sir Julius Ginellevé was still standing guard.

She fully opened the door and eyed him with a frown, "You're soaking the carpet, go ahead and get changed before you get sick and infect me."

"O-Oh, of course, Your Majesty!" Sir Julius Ginellevé was quick to bow his head. "Your Majesty, would it be possible for you to stay in your room until my return—my frets are still present and I fear I'd get a heart attack if I were to find you missing."

She gave him a raised brow, "When did I ever accommodate my desires to your whims?"

"Ah... a salient point, Rosalyn." Sir Julius Ginellevé remarked with a fond shake of his head before he left for his own room.