Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Kneel for Forgiveness

[Lavinia’s POV—Sacred Grounds of the Dawnspire wing, Twilight Hour]

"Marshiiiii..."

His name tore from my chest like a hymn and a battle cry all at once.

Across the golden expanse of the enchanted training fields, I saw him—my beast, my boy, my terrifying, oversized, utterly divine, utterly mine tiger—charging toward me like a living mountain of striped fury and devotion. His paws pounded against the earth, each thunderous step shaking the ground, sending flocks of silver-winged birds scattering from the trees in awe.

And I—I ran too.

Like a girl who hadn’t just been grounded for one agonizing week by her warlord of a father for a not-so-minor incident.

"My big—mountainous—marshmallow beast—!" I shrieked, laugh-sobbing as I sprinted, arms wide, skirts flying like battle flags around me.

Marshi roared, a sound that split the air like thunder cracking open the sky, and when he reached me, it was like crashing into the side of a snow-capped mountain that had grown a heart just for me.

"DID. YOU. MISS. MEEEE?" I cried, leaping at him without a hint of self-preservation.

He tackled me right back, with all one thousand kilos of his ridiculous celestial bulk. We tumbled. I disappeared beneath his thick golden fur and those red-flame-like stripes that shimmered with divine energy. And when he growled—deep, bone-rattling—it was less anger and more insulted affection.

"Ohhh, don’t give me that growl! You’re sulking, aren’t you?" I huffed, buried in his fluff like a deranged little princess in a royal fur blanket. "You think I forgot you; is that it? Just because I was locked away like a criminal in my diamond cage without you?"

He blinked those massive crimson eyes at me.

I pressed a kiss to his furry nose and whispered, "I cried for you, you oversized divine marshmallow. Every night."

He huffed.

I huffed louder.

"Admit it—you missed me. Say it. Say it with your majestic royal tiger grumble."

He didn’t say it.

He sneezed.

Right in my face.

"...Gross," I muttered. "Romantic reunions are dead." Still, I clung to him like he was the last soft thing left in the world.

"You’re still the best part of my life, you know that?"

He made a sound between a yawn and a lazy purr. His tail swished with the weight of storms. His tail flicked, heavy with the weight of tempests and tangled lightning, brushing against the earth like thunder had found a spine.

Behind me, I heard a choked gasp.

Osric stood frozen, Solena clinging to his shoulder with wide, iridescent eyes, both of them staring as if they’d just stumbled into a myth. Beside him, Caelum blinked slowly, as if processing an epic painting come to life.

"I—" Osric began, still wide-eyed, "have never seen such an enormous reunion in my entire life. It’s like... some grand romantic ballad... but with claws."

Caelum, ever the composed one, added with a slight smirk, "Indeed. This might end up in history books, Lavi. Possibly under divine absurdities and dramatic princesses."

Marshi let out a low growl, his golden eyes narrowing.

I pulled back from my beast just enough to glare at both of them, wiping my cheek with a dramatic sniff. "Excuse me. It will not be just history. It will be—" I flung an arm to the heavens "—a beautiful history. One they’ll whisper about under silver moons and carved temple ceilings."

Marshi let out a proud, deep-throated hum and nodded his giant head solemnly.

"Now," I said, turning back to him with narrowed eyes, brushing the dust off his nose, "Papa is sulking. And we did break a few dozen rules, so we have to apologize. Are you ready?"

He snorted steam, looked at me like he wanted to argue, and then... nodded. A single, majestic nod that sent a breeze through the trees.

Caelum cleared his throat, adjusting the silver cuff at his wrist. "Well... technically, Your Highness... His Majesty isn’t sulking. He’s... angry."

I turned to him slowly. "Caelum."

He blinked. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"If he were angry, there’d be dead bodies draped across the palace floor right now. Possibly charred. Possibly in decorative patterns. Are you seeing any corpses, Caelum?"

He looked around theatrically. "Not at the moment."

I spread my arms. "Therefore... he is just sulking."

Caelum leaned toward him, whispering with awe, "Do you think she was this dramatic as a child?"

Osirc muttered, "This is less; she was worse back then."

"I can hear you both," I called out sweetly.

Marshi rumbled beside me. Even he sounded amused.

***

[Imperial Palace, Cassius’s Chamber, Later]

I and Marshi made our way to Papa’s chamber. Just then, the grand doors opened, and out walked Ravick—his brows arched in surprise.

"Oh, Ravick!"

He immediately bowed, straightening like a perfect soldier. "Good to see you roaming around as usual, Princess."

I leaned in, glancing over his shoulder like a nosy kitten. "Sooo... Is Papa busy?"

Ravick glanced back into the room dramatically, then leaned closer, whispering like we were sharing the kingdom’s top-secret gossip.

"He’s pretending to be busy."

Oh. Okay. He’s not just cold. He’s Arctic.

Papa muttered under his breath, "That man needs a very long lesson in loyalty."

Plop.

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