To Love A Villain

>>Ophelia

I was drifting into a peaceful slumber, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting delicate patterns on the walls of my chamber. The tranquility of the night was soothing, and I felt myself slipping into a deep, restful sleep.

Suddenly, a frantic knock on my door shattered the stillness. I groaned, irritation flaring as I reluctantly pulled myself from the comfort of my bed. "What is it?" I called out, my voice laced with annoyance.

The door creaked open, and Lena, my maid, rushed in, her face flushed and eyes wide with urgency. "Your Highness, I’m sorry to wake you, but you need to hear this."

I sat up, glaring at her. "This had better be good, Lena. I was just about to sleep."

Lena stepped closer, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "You’ll like the news I brought, Your Highness. It’s about the saints—Saint Amber and Saint Illaris."

My annoyance melted away, replaced by curiosity. "Go on," I said, my tone sharp with interest.

Lena took a deep breath, her words spilling out in a rush. "There was an argument between them in the corridor near their rooms. Saint Amber pushed Saint Illaris, and Illaris fainted! There was a light—something unusual—and then she just collapsed. The guards had to carry her to the infirmary."

A slow smile spread across my face as I processed her words. "Illaris fainted after an altercation with Amber?" I repeated, my mind already racing with possibilities. "How... delightful."

Lena nodded eagerly. "Yes, Your Highness. It happened just a little while ago. The palace is buzzing with whispers already."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my earlier irritation completely forgotten. "This is perfect," I murmured, more to myself than to Lena. "We can use this to our advantage."