She Becomes A Passive Villainess-NOT!

He Remembers

Coughing out blood, he held the sword that Adira should've driven into Casimir's heart.

But he knew it wasn't Casimir. He knew that she wasn't talking about Casimir the whole time. Because he knew what he did their past life. He knew of the sins he committed since long ago.

He remembers.

"My Queen. You... You remember?" Triton asked but he was only met with burning hatred in those once sweet and timid lovely ashen eyes.

...

"This is Lady Adira Remeria Eir Sylveris, the one betrothed to you, Triton. Say hello." Duke Dalriada introduced the six year old Adira to the also six year old and stuck-up Triton.

"Hello." Came his curt greetings but the little Adira did not mind it one bit.

Instead, she smiled sweetly at him and offered her best and politest greetings to him. She curtseyed as gracefully as she could which only looked cuter as she struggled to do it as perfectly as possible to impress and leave a good impression on the boy.

And then the boy found her lovely and cute, so he did not say more about the marriage that was planned for him without his knowledge. He got a cute, fragile and sweet fiancée out of it so it was fine. And she was from the only other Ducal family.

...

"Adira, you remember me, don't you? You remember everything I did to you the past life?"

Triton asked shakily, dreading to hear the word that would shatter everything, and after a short silence from the woman, she spoke,

"Yes."

It was just a simple word of affirmation but it tore the man into pieces. It broke every illusions he built to sustain himself in his everyday struggle against the past he was trying damn hard to rectify. It destroyed whatever plans he had to try and take her away.

Because now he knew that whatever he did, there's just no way he could ever have her.

"I remember how much you hated me every single day of my pitiful life to the point that you would even drive me to my own death bed."

"No! I love you, Adira. Then and now, I deeply love you. I loved you as much as you loved me then. I got complacent, believing you would love me no matter what, no matter when."

...

"Triton, look!" An eight year old Adira exclaimed as she showed a young Triton her tightly clasped hands.

When she knew that she had the boy's full attention, she slowly opened it to reveal what she had been keeping safely inside—long enough that she could show it to him.

It was a little yellow butterfly that softly and slowly stretched its wings first before fluttering away when it saw the chance.

"A butterfly?"

"Yes. Do you know what yellow butterflies mean?" The little girl happily asked—all smiles and giggles.

Triton shook his head as it didn't matter to him what butterflies or their colors meant. It was not something an heir to a Duke should learn, so he didn't care.

But Adira was different. She had no responsibilities and she was greatly pampered by her family. So she could do whatever nonsense she wanted to do. It was partly why he sometimes hated spending time with a happy-go-lucky person like her.

"Yellow butterflies means joy. I hope I could give you the same joy you've been giving me for the past two years, my dear fiancé."

And a little boy such as Triton was not immune to something as lovely and beautiful as an innocent girl's pretty and radiant smile. Triton, by then, knew that Adira was going to be a perfect wife to him someday. Despite their differences.