Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Beneath the Velvet and Vows

[Lavinia’s POV—The Royal study room]

After the wildly successful mission where I launched my Adorabomb™ at Papa and reduced the royal dining room to a puddle of feelings and glitter, I naively believed that everything would go back to normal.

You know—sunshine, pastries, and occasionally spending time and playing with Osric.

But alas...

I was wrong.

So very, royally, epically WRONG.

Because ever since that day, Papa had initiated a new operation.

Let’s call it: "Mission: Keep My Daughter Away from That Devilishly Handsome Boy Named Osric."

It began subtly.

Like today.

There I was, walking through the royal courtyard with the bounce of someone about to meet her dearest friend Osric and chat about everything from morning chaos to the tragedy of my daily homework quota.

But just as I was about to cross the hallway to the west wing—

POOF!

Out popped Theon.

With his Eternal Eyebags™.

"GAAHHHH!" I screeched, clutching Marshi like a fluffy shield. From the hedges, a bunch of hidden knights leapt down from the sky like overly dramatic ninja pigeons.

"Stay back, Princess!" one of them barked, nearly tripping over a rose bush.

My head popped out from behind Marshi’s fluff. And there he was—Theon, the living embodiment of stress. He stared at me like someone who had witnessed the fall of empires and still had ten unread scrolls to file.

"Your Highness," he said flatly. "His Majesty has summoned you."

I slapped my chest dramatically. "Theon! Can you not appear like a cursed ghost for one second?!"

He sighed like a man who’d sold his soul for a paycheck. "Your father dumps all his paperwork on me and doesn’t even allow time for basic human respiration. Do you think I qualify as a normal human anymore?"

"Then PROTEST!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

A dangerous glint sparked in his tired eyes. "But... he pays me triple my usual salary."

...

...

...

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. There were no words in the ancient tongue of mortals for the betrayal I felt in that moment.

"You—you greedy little quill rat."

He smiled with all the soullessness of someone too rich to care. "So, Princess, shall we go? His Majesty has summoned you."

Again.

AGAIN.

I blinked. "Right now?"

"Yes, Princess," Theon replied with the solemnity of a funeral bell.

My eyes drifted longingly toward the training grounds—where Osric probably stood, blissfully unaware, sword swinging in slow motion like a battle-hardened ballet dancer under the sun. His hair likely glistened. His jaw probably clenched. Somewhere, I was sure, birds were chirping an Osric-only soundtrack.

"But I—" I tried, clinging to hope like a desperate side character in a tragic romance.

Theon, of course, didn’t blink. "The Emperor insists."

Cue: dramatic violin screech in my mental background score.

Let me just say—this wasn’t a one-time thing.

Oh no.

This had officially become my new cursed royal routine.

Every. Single. Time. I tried to see Osric.

"His Majesty has summoned you."

"The Emperor requests your presence.""

The Grand Tyrant demands to crush your romantic aspirations with an iron boot." (Okay, that last one was just the vibe.)

At first, I was innocent.

Naive.

"Wow! What a coincidence! Papa sure is clingy today!"

But after the sixth suspiciously timed interruption?

I KNEW.

Papa wasn’t summoning me because of royal matters.

Oh no.

He was strategically sabotaging my social life.

"I see what you’re doing, soon-to-be old man," I whispered to the sky one evening, clutching my pillow. "You’re making sure...I distance myself from my only friend, Osric."

Because if I couldn’t even casually wave at a handsome boy in the hallway, then what about my future?

MY LOVE LIFE?!

What happens when I actually fall in love? When do I want to get married? Will Papa lock me in the tower like some overdramatic fairytale father and challenge my suitor to a duel?

Suddenly the visions of my future changed.

No slow-dancing at midnight under enchanted chandeliers.

No heartfelt letters scented with lavender.

No accidental hand brushes during tea.

Just—

Single. Forever. Like my past life.

At this rate, Papa and I would grow old together—both broody, both stubborn, and both forever alone.

Royal Bachelor & Daughter Edition.

Then....

"Shall we begin, Princess?"

I blinked out of my dramatic spiral and looked up. There she was—Teacher Levelyn—in her signature lavender robes and the calm patience of someone who had definitely taught royalty long enough to survive a hundred tantrums and at least three assassination attempts.

Right. Royal classroom. Not my diary.

I nodded, adjusting my royal butt on the plush velvet chair, and nodded, "Sure."

She smiled. "So... last time, we studied the Eastern Region."

Honestly, I still hadn’t recovered from that story she told—apparently, in one eastern province, a noble’s marriage proposal was once rejected because the horse looked uncomfortable during the engagement ceremony.

I guess... I was right. My people are way more dramatic than me. I’m not even in the top ten, and that’s honestly kind of insulting.

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