Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Time Flies

Time seemed to slip through Ahcehera’s fingers like sand. Before she realized it, a month had already passed.

Richard had completed his final requirements at the academy, yet he never spoke of how he did it.

Whenever she asked, he would only give her a knowing smile, his silver hair catching the light in a way that made her heart flutter.

One evening, after dinner, Richard made an unexpected proposal.

“Let’s register our marriage,” he said casually, as if suggesting they take a stroll through the park.

Ahcehera choked on her tea. “What?”

“We should make it official,” he repeated, leaning forward, his gaze unwavering. “At the Interstellar Marriage Bureau. Just the two of us. No announcements, no ceremonies.”

Her heart pounded. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

Ahcehera wasn’t sure what compelled her to agree. Maybe it was the certainty in his eyes, the warmth in his voice, or the way her chest tightened whenever he was near.

So, without telling anyone, they secretly registered their marriage. And just like that, she became Ahcehera Mors.

Richard wasted no time taking the next step. “Let’s live together,” he suggested the very next day.

“Live together?” she echoed.

“It’s only natural, isn’t it? We’re married now,” he said, his tone lighthearted, but his expression unreadable.

Ahcehera hesitated. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but the idea of sharing a space with him felt… too real. Too intimate. Yet, she found herself unable to refuse him.

What she didn’t know was that Riezekiel, long before his death, had already bought land and a villa under his name.

He had planned everything for their future, even before she had a chance to realize how deeply he loved her.

Now, Richard had transferred that property under her name, fulfilling what Riezekiel could not.

The first day in their new home was awkward, to say the least.

Ahcehera stood in the grand hallway, while Richard leaned against the doorframe, watching her with amusement.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“I’m just wondering how long it’ll take before you start feeling comfortable,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

But truth be told, she wasn’t fine at all.

That evening, they both hesitated outside the bedrooms. There were several rooms in the villa, yet the silence between them made the space feel much smaller.

“I’ll take this room,” Ahcehera finally said, pointing at a door.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want to share a room with me?”

Her face turned red. “We’re just… taking things slow!”

He smirked. “Alright, alright. Separate rooms, then.”

That night, as she lay in bed, Ahcehera stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

Despite the walls between them, she could still feel Richard’s presence.

And somehow, that made her heart race even more.

The next morning, Ahcehera woke up earlier than usual, determined to take the first step in making their new home feel more natural.

If they were going to live together, she should at least contribute something.

I’ll make breakfast today, she thought as she pushed the blankets aside and got up.

She quickly washed up, changed into a comfortable loungewear set, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen.

The scent of something warm and slightly smoky filled the air as she approached. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

Did he forget to turn off the stove last night?

But as she stepped into the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks.

Richard was already there. Cooking.

The sight was almost surreal. His silver hair was slightly tousled, as if he had just woken up.

He wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the strong lines of his forearms.

He stood in front of the stove, focused, as he flipped something in a pan with an expert wrist motion. The sizzling sound filled the room.

Ahcehera blinked. Am I still dreaming?

Richard glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “You’re up early.”

“You’re cooking?” she asked, still in disbelief.

“Obviously,” he said, turning back to the pan. “Did you think I’d let you starve?”

Ahcehera frowned. “I was going to cook.”

“Too late. You can try again tomorrow.”

She pouted slightly but walked closer to inspect what he was making.

There was a plate with neatly stacked pancakes beside him, a pot of hot tea, and what looked like a pan of crispy golden-brown meat. Her stomach growled slightly at the sight.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “Hungry?”

Could Riezekiel possibly cook before? She crossed her arms. “Maybe.”

She wasn’t going to admit that it actually smelled good. But the real question was…

“Can you even cook?” she asked skeptically.

Richard let out a soft chuckle. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Ahcehera narrowed her eyes. As someone who had lived in the 21st century, she had high expectations when it came to food.

She craved flavors, textures, and the satisfaction of a well-made meal. It wasn’t that she doubted Richard’s abilities completely, but… Recipes are scarce.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” she admitted, leaning against the counter.

Richard plated the last piece of meat and turned to face her. “I lived alone for years. Did you think I survived on nutrient packs and solutions?”

Ahcehera thought about it. She never really considered what Richard’s life had been like before all this.

Now that she thought about it, he had spent years at different academies, away from his family. He had to fend for himself.

“I suppose that makes sense,” she murmured.

Richard gestured toward the dining table. “Sit. I’ll bring everything over.”

Ahcehera hesitated but eventually took a seat. She watched as he moved around the kitchen effortlessly, pouring tea into two cups and setting the plates in front of them.

She eyed the food suspiciously.

The pancakes were fluffy and golden, topped with what looked like a drizzle of honey. The meat, something resembling bacon, was crispy and perfectly arranged.

There were also some eggs, scrambled and soft. It all looked shockingly good. Richard sat across from her, resting his chin on one hand as he smirked. “Go on. Try it.”

Ahcehera picked up her fork cautiously. Here goes nothing. She cut into the pancakes first, taking a small bite. The warm, sweet flavor melted in her mouth.

Her eyes widened. It’s actually good.

Next, she tried the meat. Crispy, savory, with just the right amount of seasoning. She had no idea where he learned how to cook, but she had to admit, it was better than she expected.

Richard watched her reaction closely. “Well?”

Ahcehera hesitated before mumbling, “It’s… not bad.”

He smirked. “Not bad? I see. So you want me to cook every morning now?”

“I didn’t say that!” she huffed, cheeks slightly flushed.

Richard chuckled, sipping his tea. “Then, you’ll cook tomorrow?”

Ahcehera glanced at the delicious food in front of her and suddenly felt a little pressured. “Uh… we’ll see.”

Richard smirked knowingly.

Ahcehera sighed, taking another bite.

Maybe living together wouldn’t be so bad after all.