Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Midnight Visitor

Yawn...

I cracked my eyes open. Maybe it was the middle of the night? The room was dark, eerily quiet, and, most importantly—empty.

Seriously? They left a baby alone in a room? What kind of childcare system does this palace have? Sigh... Looks like I'll have to teach them some basic baby care etiquette. But first... food.

I smacked my tiny hands against the crib railing. "Gooo...gaa..."

Nothing.

Wow. They really just left me here, huh? Not even a maid to check if I'm still breathing? I bet if I suddenly died, they'd just find me in the morning, shrug, and move on with their lives.

And then...Creakkkk.

Ah! Looks like someone's here. About time. Should I make a dramatic sound to let them know I'm awake and in desperate need of nourishment?

Before I could decide, footsteps echoed across the room.

But... hold on. These weren't the usual maid footsteps.

Maid footsteps are light and rushed—like someone who doesn't want to be here but has no choice. But these footsteps? Steady. Heavy. Purposeful.

A man's boots stopped right in front of my crib.

Wait. What?

I looked up. A shadow loomed over me.

And then—bam—a face popped into view.

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Intruder! Intruder!!! Alert!

Where is the palace security?! Aren't I supposed to be an imperial princess? Shouldn't there be guards outside my room, protecting my oh-so-important existence?!

I flailed my tiny arms dramatically, as if that would help.

The man, unfazed by my award-winning performance, just stared at me with piercing red eyes and golden hair, his expression colder than my baby food at this rate.

"Are you the one?" His deep, chilling voice filled the room.

Huh? The one? The one what? The one who's hungry? The one who is seriously questioning the security of this palace?

Wait a second.

Whoever this man was... he was stupidly handsome.

Like, unfairly handsome. The kind of handsome that should come with a warning label. The kind of handsome that would make romance novel heroines faint on sight. The kind of—

Wait....

What am I even doing? He's still an intruder.

I gulped—or at least, I would have if my baby reflexes allowed it. Instead, all I managed was a very unimpressive, "Goo...gaag...goo."

Translation: What the hell do you want from me, Mr. Intruder?

The man said nothing. He just continued staring at me with his cold, unreadable expression. And then—without a single word—he turned around and walked away.

...What.

Excuse me? Excuse me?!

You barge into my room in the middle of the night, stare at me like some creepy villain, and then just LEAVE?!

That's it?!

...

I lay there in my crib, staring at the ceiling, completely dumbfounded. For some reason, I felt offended.

Growl...

Oh. Right. I'm still hungry.

Great. Who's gonna feed me now?!

I had no choice. It was time for my ultimate weapon.

"Wahhhhhhh.... wahhhhh.... wahhhh...."

Translation: SOMEONE FEED ME OR I WILL SCREAM UNTIL THE SUN RISES.

***

It was the next morning...

I wailed. I howled. I put every ounce of my abandoned, starving, reincarnated soul into that cry.

And guess what?

Nothing.

No footsteps. No rushed maids. No sleepy-eyed nurse hurrying in to quiet the royal baby. Not even a damn rat scurrying across the floor in sympathy.

...Are you kidding me?

Open windows.With a baby in the room.

Translation: Life is pain.

Ugh.

Hah.

Today's goal: Survive. Somehow.

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