Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: A Thorny Rose (Special Chapter)
Alexander Vancial was the last descendant of the Vancial bloodline, a lineage once known for its strategic prowess and unbreakable loyalty to the Celestara clan.

His family’s legacy had always been tied to the stars, their fates intertwined with the rulers of Karimiku Planet, where the cosmos dictated the destiny of all.

Born with the weight of expectation on his shoulders, Alexander’s path had been carved for him long before he took his first breath.

From infancy, he was raised under the watchful eyes of General Lestarinne Celestara, his maternal grandfather, a man whose name echoed across the stars as one of the most formidable warriors of his time.

Lestarinne was not just a guardian, he was a mentor, shaping Alexander into a man worthy of carrying both the Celestara name and the Vancial bloodline.

He instilled in him the teachings of cosmic magic, celestial navigation, and battle tactics, skills that few could ever master.

By the time Alexander reached adolescence, he had already surpassed many of the planet’s elite warriors. His talents did not go unnoticed.

By the age of twelve, he had been invited to the Karimiku Royal Court, a place where only the most brilliant minds and strongest warriors could stand.

Unlike many noble-born children who relied on their bloodline’s prestige, Alexander had earned his place with sheer skill and unwavering determination.

By the time he turned fifteen, his name was already whispered with respect and admiration among the ruling elite.

That same year, his fate was sealed with an engagement to Tereza Celestara, a girl whose name carried just as much weight as his own.

She was one of the three noblest beauties on the planet, a woman whose lineage made her one of the most valuable figures in the cosmos.

But Tereza was not simply a figure of admiration, she was an intellectual force unlike any other.

While others indulged in noble frivolities, she devoted herself to her studies, determined to unlock the secrets of the universe.

Tereza was considered one of the most outstanding students on Karimiku Planet.

She excelled not only in cosmic magic but also in strategy, history, and ancient celestial arts that had been lost to time.

Many believed that, had she not been born into nobility, she would have been a revered scholar, perhaps even an elder of the Celestara clan. But destiny had other plans for her.

Her engagement to Alexander was seen as the union of two of the greatest celestial bloodlines, a match that would solidify the power of the Celestara clan for generations to come.

But Alexander and Tereza were not in love. For Tereza, the engagement was nothing more than a duty, another expectation placed upon her by her family and her people.

She had no time for love, no interest in the romantic ideals that others obsessed over.

Her mind was set on the expansion of knowledge, the mastery of magic, and the unraveling of the universe’s greatest mysteries. Alexander, however, was different.

He had grown to admire Tereza, not just for her beauty but for her mind, her determination, and her refusal to conform to the expectations set upon her.

Unlike the other noblewomen who sought power through marriage, Tereza sought power through wisdom.

Alexander respected that, even if it meant their relationship would never be one of affection. He did not love her, but he admired her more than anyone he had ever met.

He saw in her something that no one else did, a woman who would not be bound by fate, no matter what the stars dictated.

For years, their engagement remained in place, though they rarely spent time together.

Alexander continued his military training under his grandfather’s guidance, while Tereza remained within the Celestara Academy, pushing the boundaries of her knowledge.

They led separate lives, bound only by duty and the expectations of their bloodlines. But fate had a way of twisting even the most carefully laid plans.

One night, during a celestial convergence, an event that occurred once every five hundred years, everything changed.

The sky above Karimiku burned with a thousand lights, and the stars themselves seemed to tremble. It was on this night that Alexander disappeared.

The official records claimed that he had died. That during the celestial convergence, an accident had taken his life.

Some said he had been consumed by the very magic he sought to control. Others whispered darker rumors, that he had been murdered, his death orchestrated by unseen forces.

But Tereza never believed the stories. Despite her cold and distant nature, despite her devotion to her studies, she had known Alexander better than most.

She had seen his strength, his cunning, his intelligence. He would not have died so easily, not without a trace, not without a battle.

She refused to accept the idea that he had simply vanished into the void.

But no matter how much she searched, no matter how many records she uncovered, she found nothing. Alexander was gone. And with his disappearance, everything changed.

Her engagement was broken, and within months, she was sent to Bloodstone Kingdom, where she was forced into a marriage that she never wanted.

Her past, her lineage, and her power were all stripped from her, buried beneath layers of political alliances and royal decrees.

The Celestara name was erased from her history, and she was forced to become something she never wished to be, a queen without power.

But what no one knew was that Tereza never forgot Alexander.

She never forgot his teachings, the way he had seen her for who she truly was, the way he had once told her, “You are more than what they demand of you. You are greater than the stars themselves.”

And deep in her heart, she never forgot the question that haunted her for years, if Alexander Vancial had not died, then where had he gone?

Because if he had survived, then it meant that everything she had been forced into had been a lie.

For years, the question lingered in Tereza’s mind, a whisper in the darkest corners of her thoughts.

If Alexander had not perished that night, if his death had been a fabrication, then what was the true purpose behind her marriage to King Dan Bloodstone?

Had she been exiled from her own people to silence her, to ensure she never uncovered the truth?

As she stood before her children’s expectant gazes, the echoes of the past pressing down on her, she knew one thing for certain, the answers they sought would change everything.

And if Alexander still lived, then their war had only just begun.