Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: The Crown and the Crossroads

[Lavinia’s POV — Dawnspire Wing, Next Morning]

When I opened my eyes, the world was already screaming. Not literally—but close enough.

The sound of distant bells echoed from the palace courtyard, followed by hurried footsteps and the distinct hum of chaos. Sera burst into my room before I could even blink, holding a stack of papers like she was about to announce my execution.

"Your Highness! The morning reports—!"

I groaned into my pillow. "If this is about Eleania’s disowning, let me sleep, Sera. I am so tired."

"It’s not about the Talvan family!" she squeaked, nearly tripping over Marshi, who made an indignant noise from under the bed. "It’s worse!"

That made me sit up. "Worse than Disowning news?"

She shoved one of the papers toward me, eyes wide with horror and fascination. "See for yourself!"

The front page of the Imperial Morning Herald greeted me in bold, elegant letters:

"CROWN PRINCESS WALKED HAND-IN-HAND WITH IMPERIAL CAPTAIN — GRAND DUKE LEFT BEHIND!"

I stared at it.

Blink. Blink.

There was even a sketch. A sketch. Of me. Holding Haldor’s hand. With dramatic lighting.

"...They gave him hero lighting," I said flatly.

Sera nodded solemnly. "It’s... quite flattering, Your Highness. The artist even added sparkles."

Marshi let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter. I dropped the paper onto the bed, staring blankly ahead. "Sera."

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Tell me we’re burning the printing press today."

Sera froze mid-breath. "Should I... send someone to confirm that, or—send a decree?"

I stared at her. Then blinked. Twice. "Forget it," I muttered, pressing a palm to my face. "If I start signing decrees before breakfast, we’ll be at war with the paper industry by noon."

Sera exhaled in obvious relief. "Noted, Your Highness."

I pushed the blanket aside and stood, stretching my arms as the early sunlight slanted through the curtains. "Prepare my bath, Sera. We’ll receive the border reports today."

Her posture straightened instantly. "Yes, Your Highness."

As she hurried to ready the adjoining bath chamber, I walked toward the balcony, tugging my hair into a loose knot. The faint chill of morning air brushed my skin, carrying the scent of dew, steel, and... smoke from the barracks below.

Training drills. Soldiers are already awake.

My gaze drifted toward the far horizon—the faint, bluish line where the Meren border slept beneath the clouds. It felt like staring at the edge of a storm we all knew was coming.

"Today," I whispered to myself, "we decide whether the Empire stays quiet... or starts to burn."

The words hung in the air, heavy as prophecy.

I closed my eyes briefly. I don’t want war.But wanting peace doesn’t always mean you get it. Especially not when your enemies mistake restraint for weakness.

A knock came at the door."Your Highness," Sera called softly. "The bath is ready."

I turned from the balcony, my reflection flickering in the glass—crownless, still, but with the shadow of one already taking shape.

"Good," I said, stepping toward the warm haze of steam drifting from the bath chamber. "Then let’s begin the day."

Because whether it ends with diplomacy or blood, today would decide the Empire’s next move.

And mine.

***

[Lavinia’s POV — Dawnspire Wing, Corridor—Later]

When I stepped out of my chamber, the air was already bright with sunlight—and unbearably still.

Sir Haldor was waiting, of course. Perfect posture, polished armor, composed as if he’d been standing there since dawn itself.

He bowed the moment our eyes met. "Good morning, Your Highness."

I smiled faintly, the weight of the morning’s duties briefly lighter. "How are you, Captain? How does it feel to wake up with a new title and half the Empire whispering your name?"

He blinked once, expression as flat as ever. "I feel ordinary, Your Highness."

I stared. "...Ordinary?"

He nodded.

"Sir Haldor."

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"At least pretend to feel glorious. Say something like, ’It feels extraordinary,’ or ’I feel honored to stand second only to the Crown Princess.’"

Without even a flicker of expression, he replied, "A Captain should never lie to the Crown Princess."

. . .

. . .

"...Just like yesterday, Lavi?"

"Greetings, Your Highness," he said, voice calm but hollow. His eyes shifted briefly toward Haldor. "And to you as well... Imperial Captain."

Osric straightened slowly. The smile that followed didn’t reach his eyes. "I wanted to ensure I followed proper etiquette," he said softly. "After all, rank matters... doesn’t it, Your Highness?"

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