Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: The Beginning of A New Fairy Tale

(Lavinia’s POV—Red Wall Castle, The Night That Victory Soured)

Osric’s words hit the table like a blade.

"I have seen too much of you crossing the lines, Captain."

The warmth died instantly. Laughter silenced. Even the fire in the braziers seemed to dim.

No one breathed.

Haldor didn’t look away. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t bow, like he finally realized what his place was.

Slowly, his eyes moved from Osric’s hand—clenched around his wine glass like he wanted to crush it—to Osric’s eyes.

His voice was calm... too calm. "And which line would that be, Grand Duke?"

The tension snapped like ice underfoot.

Rey smirked. Arwin stared very hard at the table. Zerith silently slid his cup just an inch away in case it became a weapon.

Osric leaned back slightly, lips curved in a smile that wasn’t a smile. "The line between duty... and desire."

The air froze.

Haldor’s fists clenched beneath the table—but his voice remained perfectly controlled. "My desire is simple. I desire the safety of my princess."

A muscle jumped in Osric’s jaw. "Is that what you call holding her hand through a battlefield?"

Haldor didn’t blink.

"Yes."

There was no shame. No hesitation. No apology. And that was what made Osric’s eyes darken like a storm.

"Enough." My voice sliced through the tension. Both men turned toward me—Haldor with discipline, Osric with lingering fury.

I exhaled slowly and placed my wine glass down with an elegance that was sharp enough to feel like a warning.

"Tonight is a night of victory. Not petty competition. If anyone wishes to fight, do it outside the dining hall, not under my roof."

I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. The command rolled through the room like thunder wrapped in velvet.

Haldor immediately bowed his head. "Forgive me, Your Highness."

Osric didn’t bow—but he lowered his eyes, jaw locked tight. "...My apologies. Your Highness."

The table exhaled. Rey clapped once—loudly—like trying to resurrect the mood by force.

"Well! I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am STARVING again. Shall we pretend no one nearly got killed?"

Arwin muttered, "Rey... shut up."

But it worked. The stiffness cracked just enough.

The table exhaled. Rey’s ridiculous clapping dragged laughter out of everyone one last time, and the tension faded—not gone, just shoved into the shadows for now.

Dinner ended.

I stepped away from the hall first—needing air more than wine, more than celebration. "Sera... leave me alone for a moment." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

She stopped mid-stride, concern flickering briefly in her eyes, but she nodded. "Of course, Your Highness. I’ll take Marshi to the chamber."

Marshi nudged my hand once before following her—like a silent promise that he’d return if I needed him.

I walked up the stone steps until the wind hit my face, cold and clean. At the top of the fortress, where the Elorian flag billowed against the night sky, I stopped. From here... Meren stretched endlessly. Black forests. Sleeping villages. A capital filled with danger and politics and a king who needed to fall.

And under the same moon—another war waited.

A personal one.

"It feels like I’m fighting two wars..." I whispered to the wind. "One with Meren... and one with Osric."

The wind answered with silence.

"He’s becoming poisonous day by day," I murmured. "Why does he think I’m suddenly... close to Haldor? Why does he act like he owns my life just because he used to be a part of it?"

My fists tightened on the railing.

Why does he think he can decide who I stand beside?

Why does his pride get to choke my peace?

A chill crawled across my bare back. The night wind was merciless up here—But suddenly—

PLOP—WARMTH.

A soft white blanket wrapped gently around my shoulders. Warm. Gentle. Careful. I turned.

"Sir Haldor?"

He stood behind me—tall, steady, glowing under moonlight like a knight carved out of loyalty itself. His breath fogged in the cold, but his eyes —Deep, blue, conflicted, and searching.

He bowed immediately and stepped back, then —He knelt.

One knee to stone. Head lowered. "I apologize, Your Highness."

I blinked. "For what?"

His voice came quiet and controlled but trembling at the edges. "I overstepped during dinner. I argued with the Grand Duke. Even though I knew he is your crown Prince—"

"He is NOT my crown prince," I interrupted.

Haldor’s eyes widened. He looked up as if he wasn’t sure he heard correctly. "...Pardon?"

I turned away from him and looked out over the battlefield again. "I haven’t announced it yet... but Osric and I have ended everything that ever existed between us. So...he is not my crown prince anymore, Haldor."

A moment of stunned silence. Then Haldor lowered his head further—not proud, not relieved —But guilty.

"...I apologize again."

I stared at him—at this man kneeling on cold stone as if he had committed a crime for simply defending me.

"Haldor," I said softly.

He lifted his head, just enough to meet my eyes. "That is not something you owe an apology for."

"So don’t kneel to him. Don’t shrink because of him. Don’t apologize for having a spine."

He rose slowly—not because he obeyed a princess, but because he listened to me. Our eyes stayed locked, close enough that I could feel the brush of his breath in the chill night air.

"Pfft—"

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