Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: A Dream

Late at night, Richard lay in bed, his body exhausted, yet his mind restless. The dim glow of the moon seeped through the curtains, casting elongated shadows across the room.

In the quiet stillness, he could hear the faint rhythm of Ahcehera’s breathing from the next room. I feel like standing next to the Princess is not enough to prove my worth.

But sleep did not come easily. I feel so unworthy sometimes… I feel like I shouldn’t be the person that’s meant to grow old with her… That I’m not fitted for her.

Memories, ones that did not belong to him, kept invading his mind, appearing in fragments, like scattered pieces of a puzzle desperately trying to assemble themselves.

They drifted into his consciousness unbidden, foreign yet hauntingly familiar. All those dreams, of a person she was with, made me feel bitter and small. I am insecure…

Tonight, in his dreams, he found himself walking along the academy’s quiet pathways. The night air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of the lake’s gentle ripples.

He moved forward, drawn by an unseen force, until his gaze landed on a lone figure standing by the water’s edge.

Ahcehera.

She turned at the sound of his footsteps, her golden eyes reflecting the moon’s glow. A radiant smile spread across her lips as she stepped closer.

“Zeke, you’re here!”

Richard halted, his breath catching in his throat. Zeke?

A strange sense of déjà vu gripped him, but before he could question it.

“Why do you always call me that?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. “My name is…”

Ahcehera tilted her head playfully, her expression teasing yet warm.

“I got it, Riezekiel,” she said with a soft laugh, her voice wrapping around the name as if it belonged to something deeply familiar.

Richard stiffened. A wave of cold realization crashed over him, sending a chill down his spine.

The visions, the fragments of memory slipping into his mind since the dark core invaded his body, weren’t his own.

They belonged to his brother.

To Riezekiel.

Something he must never forget.

A sudden surge of dark energy pulsed through the air, thick and suffocating.

The walls of the palace trembled as a violent force erupted from Richard’s room, sending a shockwave rippling through the corridors.

Ahcehera’s eyes snapped open. A deep, unsettling pressure weighed on her chest, waking her instantly. No! Why is he rioting this time?

I need to stop the riot before he awakens everyone. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she threw off the covers and rushed to the source of the disturbance.

She barely had to touch the door handle before it swung open on its own, blasted apart by an unseen force. Why is it so much stronger this time?

Inside, a chaotic storm of swirling darkness filled the room. Richard’s body hovered above the ground, his limbs slack, as if he were unconscious, but his eyes…

They weren’t his.

A deep, inky blackness had swallowed his irises, eerie tendrils of dark energy crackling around him like living shadows.

The air around him was dense, saturated with something ancient, something unnatural. What is this feeling? How did his aura become relatively closer to death?

Ahcehera took a step forward but staggered back as an invisible force pushed against her, like a tidal wave threatening to consume everything in its path.

She clenched her fists, her mind racing. This wasn’t just a loss of control. Richard was being devoured.

The dark energy coiled around his body, feeding on him, warping the air with its sheer force. If she didn’t act now, if she left him like this, it would take over completely.

“Richard!” She shouted, but there was no response. His body remained eerily still, lost in whatever force was consuming him.

There was only one option left.

Summoning her power, Ahcehera stretched her hand forward. A brilliant glow surrounded her fingers as she called upon Cresencia, the pocket dimension she commanded.

A vortex of shimmering light erupted around them, and in an instant, the world blurred.

The suffocating dark energy, the shattered remains of Richard’s room, the palace, all of it vanished. They were no longer in Sirius.

Ahcehera landed on the soft grass of Cresencia’s endless fields, the cool night air carrying the scent of enchanted blooms.

Above, the sky stretched in its perpetual twilight, stars gleaming like frozen fireflies.

And Richard…

He collapsed onto the ground, his body convulsing as the darkness within him roared in protest, unwilling to let go.

Ahcehera didn’t hesitate. She surged forward, pressing her palm against his chest, her own energy flaring to life.

“Richard, wake up!”

But this time, it wasn’t just Richard she was calling.

Somewhere within that storm of darkness, Riezekiel was there too.

–

Ahcehera blinked, her senses slowly returning as the warmth of the morning sun bathed her skin. The scent of fresh earth and the magical flora of Cresencia filled the air.

She stirred, feeling the soft grass beneath her fingertips. Had she fallen asleep? Her lashes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Richard.

Richard…

He sat beside her, his expression unreadable.

His black hair shimmered under the gentle light, but there was something different about him, his aura felt… calmer, yet undeniably altered.

The storm of dark energy that had overtaken him last night was no longer raging around him, but traces of it still lingered beneath his skin, flickering in his deep-set violet eyes.

“Are you okay?” Ahcehera’s voice was soft, cautious.

Richard turned his gaze toward her. He didn’t respond immediately, but his lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile.

That wasn’t enough.

Ahcehera pushed herself up, steadying her slightly dizzy mind. “Richard,” she called again, this time firmer.

Before she could say more, his arms suddenly wrapped around her.

Warm. Strong. Desperate.

The embrace stole her breath, and for a moment, she could only sit frozen as he held her close, his grip unyielding.

She could feel the steady but erratic rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek, the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly around her back.

He still didn’t speak.

Ahcehera swallowed. What exactly happened last night?

She had brought him here to save him from the consuming darkness, but had she truly succeeded? Or had something else entirely awakened within him?

Slowly, she lifted her hand, resting it gently against his back. “Richard…” she whispered.

Still, no answer.

But in the quiet of Cresencia’s morning glow, his silence spoke louder than any words ever could.