The Villainess Seduces the Duke

"Miss!" My ears rang but the throbbing and stinging sensation were forefront then the yelling. A slight fall, like the one I had just experienced, wouldn't do much to me besides bruising some areas and maybe some scratches. Though my eyes were still closed, my eyes started burning. 

Thankfully I had just enough cushion to break my fall. Feeling the hardbody under me moan and curse. Following suit, I let out a louder moan.

No one was going to upstage me damn it.

Still the moan was fairly real. This body wasn't use to pain. Even if I had spent a year trying to toughen it up. Priscilla was a girl who lived her whole life in a glass house, while she herself was made of porcelain. 

"Daughter!" A booming voice made my ears ring even more, but I lightly opened my eyes, "Don't just stand there help her." My teary eyes looked on in awe as a dark red headed man barked orders with such efficiency. 

In a flash I was pulled up, dizzy at the sudden motion of it. Seeing everything become blurry as my body was lifted and cradled. 

My hands went up to grip on anything. Feeling as if I was just born, like a newborn trying to find something secure to latch on to. Thankfully they did land on something solid. 

Shocked as it was really solid.

Peeking from the slit of my eyes. And whoa…was it solid alright. 

Noting the expense of a man's wide chest and broad shoulders, where my hands clung onto. My hands having a mind of their own ... .hehehe…started to move down to the bulging biceps under the jacket. 

Squeeze, squeeze. 

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[ Am only human folks]

"Priscilla!." "Your majesty!" 

Gasp exploded around me. 

Wait…did someone say your majesty? 

My head snapped up, clashing with the person who had magically appeared, graciously picking me up. 

My jaw dropped and I froze, just like every nerve in my body…

The eyes that burned into mines were so cold. A shiver ran down my spine, while my vision honed in at how hauntingly beautiful they were. A shockwave of memories, tagged with a rush of emotions leaked into my subconscious. They weren't mine but they felt tangible and recognizable. Achingly sweet….and… I hated it. 

Still looking at the flawless features of the man who was cradling me. His eyes, blue jewels framed by wisp of lashes and shapely furrowed brows. His dark blond hair that was styled back had slightly escaped his pristine due. An escaped lock of hair curling in front of his forehead, making him look even more handsome. My eyes lightly trailing down to the sharp but perfect nose, landing to his perfectly crafted lips, whose downcasted angle took me out of the damn trance I had fallen into. Damn it Priscilla, I mentally cursed.

Bitterness pooling into my mouth, Priscilla who had been extremely infatuated with this man. She….

She was gone, I was her now…doubt creeping and stomping down all the emotions bubbling. 

NO! I snapped out of it. 

The coldness reminded me of who I was and whose arms I was in. Breaking my damsel in distress act, I adopted the coldness that seeped into me. 

That was enough to break the silence, his mouth opening. And wouldn't you know it. 

Seems to be angled to piss me further off. 

"It seems you haven't lost the knack for causing a scene." He said dryly, the undertone clear. . 

I sucked my teeth in disgust. Rolling my eyes, I pushed off him to get to my feet. And to put as much distance between us. This was the last person I expected to show up in the Counts residence.. 

"You can let me down." Seeing suspicion in his eyes but releasing and righting me. 

I exhaled to calm myself and turned away from my ex-fiance, Prince Leander Octavian von Drakemont. Shutting my annoyance at his presence. Unsure of my audience, but not surprised how Count Von Haust looked on in impatience. His gaze touched everyone, to land on me in open displeasure.

Welp, at least he didn't start with me. 

"Get up boy!" I curled my lips now noting that the servant hadn't gotten up from where he laid sprawl. He ass planted on the paved stairway. "Don't just sit there, you're in the presence of royalty!" Indignation ringing in the air. 

It was hard. 

It was really hard to smile watching the idiot stagger up. Like I said he had taken most of the fall. 

Stopping the urge to pat myself in the back. 

"What the hell is going on!?" The Count asked, not all waiting for someone to answer but deducing his own conclusion. 

My cue, I painted the best distress face I could. 

"Has no one." 

"Father no! Please do not take it out on poor", err what was his name again? Oh yes! "Cristo!" I rushed to the servant aids. The other servants that were helping all froze in shock. Cristo was the most shocked, his eyes widened and his face turned red. I assumed it was more to anger than surprise. While he scrambled to get up, I took advantage of his position to keep him down. His hands brushed mine off, as I pretended to check him for injuries. 

"Oh dear I am so sorry!" I wailed in distress, choking back the laugh that wanted to erupt at the small crowd of spectators. 

"Priscilla, that's enough!" The loud boom of the Counts' voice halting me and jerking my face in his direction. "What is the meaning of this! You're on the floor with the help! Don't you have any respect for yourself!" 

Instead of waiting for anyone to pull me up the Count must have had enough of waiting and was now pulling me up. Keeping my expression all the same, I was close enough to see his nose flair. I bet if he could exhale smoke, he would have puff so many out those nostrils. 

"But father!"

"SHut it! What is the meaning of this Priscilla! You servant boy, what happened?!" Not bothering to wait for my answer he moved on to Cristo. The guy now was standing patting his dirty uniform pants. Clearly as confused but suspicious of my actions. His head jerked and ready to speak to the Count. I didn't wait to interrupt. 

I dropped to my knees in front of the Count. The round of audible gasps knowing that what I was doing was calculated at best. 

"Please Count, I…I….I asked Cristo for his name, please he didn't pull me! Please, you must understand! I tripped on my dress skirt! Count please! It was all my fault! Punish me and not Cristo. It was all…." I wailed, gripping his pants leg. Ugly face and tears. "Send me back if you have too!" I pleaded for Cristo innocence. "Please…" 

"Enough!" The Count bellowed, I froze. I pulled back enough to see the Count head thrown back, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

I turned my head just enough to see Cristo was shooting daggers at me, his mouth opening and closing. Dumbstruck at how I had just twisted everything about... 

Even if he spoke up now, the doubt had been casted. Winking at him I twisted my face up again and went on with my act.