Author's Notes: Hello! Just having fun so these chapters will be short and updates sporadic. FYI, I might be changing the title from "I'll Marry the Villainness!" to "I'll Marry the Evil Queen!"

Vivi sobbed as she rushed away from the garden, one hand on her bosom and the other delicately covering her mouth.

No, no, it couldn’t be! How could her prince be in love… with his knight? Another man and more importantly, someone who was not her?

“Oof!” Her shoulder bumped into something in the dark and sent the form tumbling to the ground.

“I am so sorry!” she exclaimed, stopping in her flee to reach down and pull a man, with one hand, up onto his feet.

“My word!” said the young footman, gazing up at her. “Are you some kind of giant warrior, miss?”

Horrified, her eyes widened. A giant warrior? She?! But… she was a princess of tales…. While there were strong princesses, while there were princesses who fought alongside their princes… they have never been called a “giant warrior” before….

Sobbing even harder, but remembering to pick up the skirt of her dress and placing her hand delicately over her mouth once more as she fled the scene into the forest.

The young footman watched her retreating form in stunned silence as another, older footman stepped up beside him.

“What happened?” the older man asked him.

The young footman shook his head. “I’m not sure, the young miss ran away after knocking me to the ground.”

The older man turned in surprise. “That was a young miss?”

The young man raised a brow. “She was clearly wearing a dress.”

“I thought it was some odd fellow, playing dress up. What could she have eaten to grow so tall? What did you say to her?”

“I asked if she was a warrior.”

The old man tsk’d. “You can’t ask that of a young miss!”

“Old man, your thinking is so démodé,” the young footman replied. “Ladies nowadays enjoy being called big and strong.”

“Do they really?” he said curiously, gazing back at the retreating woman, who was now so far away, they could see only a small line in the distance. “Young ones nowadays, I don’t understand them.”

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Vivi collapsed onto her knees at the edge of the lake but only after ensuring that her skirts flared out beautifully beneath her.

Placing her hands over her face, she sobbed into her palms.

She couldn’t believe it. Her adventure had ended before it had even begun.

Aurinor did not love her, had no desire to be with her…. Did that mean he wouldn’t save her then when the villain finally made himself known?

She sobbed harder, her nose running clear snot and she began to wipe it away with the back of her hand when she paused and delicately pulled out a handkerchief.

She stared at it for a moment, she had spent days engraving the Alderroad crest upon it in anticipation of handing it to Aurinor when they reunited but now… what was the point?

She placed the handkerchief against her nose and blew hard into the silk.

She sat down directly onto the grass, conscious of the fact that the grass beneath her bottom was wet but couldn’t, at that moment, make herself care.

She drew her knees up and, sniffling, stared at the calm lake before her.

The moonlight was shining beautifully upon its gently rippling surface and she sighed.

She didn't know what to do…. She had never heard of such a thing happening before. Every princess before her had completed her adventure, everyone one had been saved from the villain and married their prince.

Would she be the first whose happy ending didn’t come true?

And if so then what would happen to her? Would the villain come for her? And if it did but Aurinor refused to save her then… what?

Shaking her head, she gazed up at the sky before the sounds of a gentle splash drew her gaze once more to the lake.

Suddenly, something emerged from the water.

Wet hair so black, clung to the form as a head emerged. A perfectly arched nose appeared then, lips perfect in shape and perfectly red in color appeared. 

Then pale shoulders emerged, and before she knew it, a perfect, firm bosom.

She watched as a particularly large droplet followed the line of the woman’s cheek, along the line of her jaw, down her throat and chest, until it paused briefly at the peek of her breast before falling back down into the lake.

It was then that Vivi noticed that she was barely breathing.

Strange tingles began to form down her spine and she briefly shuddered. But her eyes refused to leave the form in the water.

What was this feeling?

She had never felt anything like this before.

The woman began to walk toward the shore and, in a panic, Vivi scrambled up onto her knees and began to shuffle upon them awkwardly away from her spot to an area behind the nearest tree. Once there, she peered around the trunk to continue her shameful act. The woman’s entire body emerged from the water and Vivi could see a slim waist and gentle sloping hips. She had a body that she had always dreamed of achieving….

Is she a princess? Vivi wondered to herself but then shook her head. The woman held herself in a way too full of grace and knowledge to be some young fletchling like herself. Her body and face were also more mature. If anything, she was likely a queen.

She closed her eyes and felt heat rise into her face as the tingles continued. She felt the need to turn away, a strange sense of guilt filling her.

But she was a woman too… it shouldn’t have been odd.

And yet… her body was telling her something different.

“Oh lord,” she whispered to herself as one of her eyelids slowly opened.

The woman’s body glowed beautifully in the moonlight and Vivi couldn’t help but close her eyes tightly once more.

Oh no… first, Aurinor and now this… what in the world was happening to her story?