Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Bored Princess and the Stranger’s Stare

[Lavinia’s Pov]

"Ughh... Seriously, why do you keep getting heavy?" I groaned as I put Marshmallow down onto the soft grass of the imperial garden, my tiny arms trembling from the effort.

Sigh. Seriously, he looked like a fat cat now. A very round, very lazy divine beast.

I stroked his fluffy back with mild judgment. "Hey... are you sure you’re divine?"

He meowed once. Then he flopped over dramatically like a furry sack of flour and started snoring. Loudly.

"...I’ll take that as a no," I muttered. "Looks like someone’s getting diet food starting tomorrow."

Sigh....

It’s been more than a month since I baked cookies for Papa — the slightly horrifying, questionably shaped cookies of doom. I even gave those little disasters to Theon, Marella, Grandpa Gregor, Grand Duke Regis, Ravick, and Osric too.

They all said thank you... But their expressions screamed, "What kind of hellish thing is this??"

And not much has changed since then. Except my cheeks getting chubbier and Marshmallow turning into a sleepy, snoring rice ball.

Papa’s still busy. Theon and Nanny too. Like, weirdly busy. Suspiciously busy.

They whisper in corners when they think I’m not looking. Sneaking off with scrolls and papers. Acting like they’re in some kind of royal spy club. Nothing’s reached my ears, but I know something’s up.

There’s a secret mission going on. And guess who’s not invited?

Me.

Rude.

"Lavi..."

I turned at the familiar voice and blinked up at the boy with messy brown hair and guilt all over his face.

"Whoa... so you still exist?" I said dramatically, flinging myself onto Marshmallow like a betrayed heroine.

Osric flinched like I’d just slapped him with a wet sock. "I’m sorry... Lavi. I was—"

I patted Marshmallow’s floof, cutting him off smoothly. "Practicing sword. I know."

He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly shuffling his feet. "I didn’t mean to ignore you like that. I thought I could master the next form quickly, but..."

"You lost to Ravick again, didn’t you?"

He made a sound like a dying frog. "You’re too sharp for a toddler."

"And you’re too young to fight, Ravick," I replied sweetly, plopping down beside Marshmallow. "You look tired. Did you come to nap with us?"

Osric sighed and sat down next to me, his gaze drifting to the snoring fluffball. "Are you angry with me, Lavi?"

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "No... I’m just bored."

Then, in my most dramatic whisper, I added, "Maybe I should have more than one friend..."

His head whipped around like I’d smacked him with betrayal. "Lavi—!"

Before he could say anything else, a voice called out across the garden.

"Princess!"

Marella came running toward us, her boots thudding against the stone path. She stopped in front of us, trying to catch her breath. "Princess, His Majesty wants to see you."

I blinked at her lazily, not moving an inch. "Isn’t he busy with Theon and Nanny?"

"No, Princess," Marella smiled brightly. "He’s not."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. Why now? Is this part of the secret mission? Are they finally going to confess and hand me a crown of tiny spies?

I sat there for a moment, arms crossed. Then, with a dramatic pout, I muttered, "I’m not going."

Marella blinked. "...Excuse me?"

"I said..." I turned my face away like a misunderstood protagonist in a tragic romance. "I’m. Not. Going."

"But...but why?" Marella’s voice trembled like a nervous leaf in a storm.

I looked up at the sky dramatically — it was blue and clear and full of sunshine, which only made everything worse somehow. "Because I don’t want to."

"But Princess..." Marella sounded like she was moments away from bursting into tears. "His Majesty personally sent me for you."

I avoided everyone’s eyes, turning my face into Marshmallow’s warm belly. I don’t want to meet anyone. I feel distressed ~~~~~

My brain needs to relax.My eyes need to relax.My body needs to be cradled by the soft clouds of the universe.

"Princess, if you don’t come now, I’ll have to carry you," Marella said with the grim determination of a soldier marching into battle.

"You wouldn’t dare."

She raised an eyebrow.

I gasped, full of betrayal. "That’s treason!"

"I’m following orders," she replied with a tired sigh.

"That’s exactly what traitors say," I huffed, rolling away dramatically and flopping onto Marshmallow like a defeated heroine. He snorted in his sleep, still absolutely useless.

Osric stood up beside me, brushing grass off his pants with the weary air of someone who’s dealt with me before. "C’mon, Lavi. Let’s go see what His Majesty wants. Maybe it’s important."

I sat up slowly, clutching Marshmallow like a plushie and blinking at Osric with watery eyes. "You’re taking her side?"

Osric looked like he just got accused of betrayal by a baby deer. "No, I— I just think maybe his majesty has something nice planned? You’ve been saying you’re bored all morning."

"...Maybe I like being bored now," I snapped, then pouted immediately after. "Maybe boredom is part of my aesthetic."

Osric blinked. "What does that even mean?"

Ugh. Seriously.

She led us to the meeting room. Again. Why... why do I always end up visiting Papa in the meeting room of all places? It’s always the meeting room. Does he live there now? Is it his natural habitat?

"Excuse you," I sniffed. "Some of us have complicated emotional lives."

Papa looked like he was enjoying this too much. "Should I summon royal therapists for you, then?"

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