"CSILLE!"

I nervously look back at the person who shouted my name. Lo and behold, it's Prince Fraser. I smiled awkwardly at him. "Prince Fraser, hi?"

He just glared at me before he takes big strides and walks towards me. He then carries me bridal style. "I told you not to run around, but you didn't listen to me. You even promised me that you wouldn't do it but look at you! You're standing in here and got the nerve to still talk to the doctor?"

I anxiously kick my feet in the air. "I didn't. I was just worried about Farren. So, I wanted to check on him too."

He glares at me. "You're worried? About him? Csille Lauretré, do you even know him?"

I look at the doctor and to the unconscious Princess Paislee. "Prince Fraser, can we just talk it out in my room. I don't want to disturb Farren or the doctor."

"Yeah, of course. You wouldn't want to disturb them." He said sarcastically before he walks out of the room. He didn't even glance or say a word to the Doctor.

I look at him while he was walking to my room. His brows are furrowed, and he had a scary expression on his face. Oh, dear. I really made him mad. You're a dead meat Csille.

He walks inside my room and closes the door using his foot. I got startled by the loud closing of the door. Prince Fraser, can you calm down? I think I'm already having a heart attack now because of you.

He laid me on my bed. He then put both of his hands on my side. Trapping me. He also inched his face closer to mine. He's sitting beside me while I lie on the bed. His hands are on my sides, and half of his body is leaning on me. It looks like he's on top of me.

"Fr-Fraser?" I nervously mumbled. This is bad. This wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't sign up for this. Prince Fraser, calm down. You're just fourteen years old. Too young. You're too young.

He sighs and stares straight at my eyes. I could see anger in his clear blue eyes. I also could see something in it that I couldn't name. "Why don't you listen to me, Csille? What do I need to do for you to listen to me?"

I tried to talk, but my mind is cloudy right now. I don't know why but I couldn't think straight. I just want to stare at him forever. His face makes me calm down. It's like he just becomes a drug that helps me calm down, and now I'm getting addicted to it.

"Csille!" He snapped. I was startled because of it. "Are you just going to stare at me? Why don't you answer my question? What do you want me to do for you to listen to me?"

I want you to take your arms away from me and let me breathe. Jeez, you're taking my breath away. I wanted to say that to him, but my clouded mind couldn't process those words. It said something else.

"Fraser, why are you so handsome?"

Oh sheez! Did I just said that? I look at Prince Fraser, and he looks dumbstruck. He just stared at me for a minute before he stands up. He then turns his back at me.

Oh, did he just blushed? Cute.

No! No! Ysavel, you should calm down too. That's illegal. It's illegal. I'm sure Lena would put a cuff on me when she knows what I am doing right now. For fudge's sake, that's a minor!

I cleared my throat. Trying to change the awkward atmosphere. "I-I," sheez, I couldn't even make up a proper sentence. Prince Fraser is really a bad thing for me. Yes! He's a bad news. "I don't know why you got angry, but I just want to say I'm sorry."

After I said the word angry, he turns his head at me. "You don't know? Really?" He sits on the bed again.

I moved an inch or two away from him. Distance. It's better to put distance, or else this mind of mine will be clouded again with something I don't want to accept.

He glared at me when he noticed that I moved away from him. "Do you really don't know why I got angry, Csille Lauretré?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

That's a bad sign. He's mad. Oh, oh. "Are you mad because I went out of the room? It's just for a minute. I will go back again after that. I just want to check on Farren. It's not as if I wouldn't go back." I whispered the words at the end because his glare keeps getting intense. Why do I feel like I am now in an interrogation room?

"I told you, the doctor said you need to rest. To rest. Which word don't you understand? Should I explain what the word rest means?"

I pout my lips at him. Duh. Do you think I will get confused over the word rest? I'm a writer. I write thousands of words every day. How could I not know what it means?

"Don't do that!"

I look at him. Confused about what he just said. Don't do what? Checking if Farren is okay?

He pinches both of my cheeks. "I said, don't do that!"

I glared at him. Don't do what your face. You didn't even said what it is. I tried to say something, but because he's pinching my cheeks, I couldn't say a word properly. "W-wha y-youu menn?"

He let go of my cheeks. "What did you say?"

I pout at him and hold my aching cheeks. It hurts. "I said, what do you mean? Don't do what?"

He points his fingers at my face. My face? What did I do? "Don't pout. It makes my anger melts away." He mumbled.

I was flustered with his response. What did he say? My pout making his anger melts away? But didn't I write in the novel that Prince Fraser hates Csille when she pouts? Why is it different?

I shake my head. It's better not to think about it. It will probably change in the future. Don't you dwell on what he said, Ysavel! "I know what you mean when you said take a rest. However, I was already sleeping the whole night. I couldn't fall asleep after you left. So, I decided to check on Farren. He saved your life, Fraser. It was supposed our duty to do that. I think it's just right to know how he is doing. I will go back after I check on him."

"You said you're worried about him? Why are you worried? You don't even know him."

I sigh. "I told you, we, the Lauretré family, feel indebted to him for saving you. Of course, I will be worried about him. It wa-"

Before I could even finish what I am saying, he already cuts me off. "Do you like him?"

I was startled by his questions. Like who? Farren? You got to be kidding me. I'm not into girls, okay. "I don't! Where do you even get that idea from?"

He looks relieved with my response. He nods his head and messes my hair. "Good. Good. As long as you don't like him. Everything's good."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Everything's good? And how can you say so? What's wrong with Farren? I think he's okay. Everyone would probably have a crush on him after they heard what heroic deed he had done."

"I'm good as long as you're not part of those."

I was about to respond to what he said when a maid knocks on the door. "Miss Lauretré, your majesty the Crown Prince, sorry for interrupting your conversation. However, the Count asks his majesty, Prince Fraser, to come to the library to talk about something."

Prince Fraser nodded his head and responded to the maid. He looks at me before he leaves my room.

What does he supposed to mean by the last words he said? Argghh, you're messing my head again, Prince Fraser.

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"It's starting. Your novel is starting. Are you ready to be the villainess?"

"You can only go back after you finish the book."

I opened my eyes and sighed. I didn't realize I fell asleep thinking about what Prince Fraser mean with his words.

But I don't think that's what I should be thinking about right now. The silhouette man, what does he mean? My novel is starting? Am I ready to be a villainess? Can I really not do it? I don't want to be a villainess. How could I do something against Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee? They are both my friends.

I can only go back to the real world after I finished the book? What does it supposed to mean? The novel isn't finished. Is he talking about the first version? However, didn't this world followed what I've written in the notebook the little girl gave me? So how could I finish it?

The writer! Right! I need to find the writer of that book. I'm pretty sure he would know the answers to my questions. But how could I find him?

The last time Rufus and I went there we didn't see the writer. We've knocked on all the trees there but nothing. We didn't find anything at all. So, how could I find him? Also, I'm still stuck here, in the western region. How could I look for him if I am here? I need to go home now.

I heard knocking on the windows. Knocking? On the windows? I immediately stand up from lying on the bed. My room is on the second floor. How come someone could knock on the window? Don't tell me there are mythical creatures here? But I didn't write something like that.

I walk towards the window with my shaking hands and knees. Out of fear, I moved aside the curtains in a swift manner. I sighed in relief when I only saw a bird outside.

Silly me. The novel I write is just in a medieval setting, but it isn't a fantasy novel. How can mythical creatures be present here?

I look at the bird outside the window. It's a messenger bird. But how come is it on my window? There's no way it's bringing me a letter because who would send a letter to Csille Lauretré? I don't really have many close friends here. Well, unless it's an urgent matter. However, I don't remember writing about an urgent matter in Csille's life at this time.

I open the window, and the bird instantly flies to my study table. He then cuckoos and raises his one arm that's holding a paper. It isn't that big. That's why the bird can holds it in one of his claws. He then cuckoos again and puts down the paper. He pushes the paper in front of me using his beak.

I took the paper and read it. It's a letter from Rufus.

'Dear Csille,

I heard what happened to you and the crown prince in the western region. I was worried when I heard about it. That's why I immediately sent you a message. I don't know if by the time it arrived there, you're awake or still unconscious. But I wish you could read this the moment it arrives there.

This is the reason why I didn't want you to come with the Count and the Countess. I knew something terrible would happen, and look at you. You've been unconscious. Rest well, okay? Please send me a message if you read, so I will rest assured you're okay

Also, I sent you a message because of something important. I don't know if you will be the one reading this, so I wouldn't write the specifics. Let's just talk when you come back to the Capital. Take care always, Purplany.

P.S. Send my regards to the Crown Prince.

Love,

Rufus'

Something important? What could it be? I don't remember writing something like this in the novel. After the accident, Prince Fraser, Princess Paislee, and the Lauretré family went back to the capital.

And since the summer break only lasts for two months. Prince Fraser and Csille go back to the dormitory. However, I've never written about something important between Csille and Rufus. So, what could it be?