The Villainess Seduces the Duke

"Miss, your face, your bleeding!" Wendy said agasted as her hands shook. Trying to wipe her napkin on my face.

Dodging her and moving away.

"Hey stop it, it's not mines." I said, pointing the sword I had in hand towards the passed out bandit on the ground. Liking the gleam of how shiny it looked. Even the handle felt nice, noting that this was a bit luxurious sword to be owned by some untrained highway bandits.

Interesting…

"Miss look."

Huh…

I turned to the direction Wendy was looking towards.

In the view several suited men, mounted on horses riding fast in our direction.

Halting twenty feet away from our carriage and the men sprawl on the floor.

Each one with a mask of confusion. Allowing me to finally settle onto the face of the most imposing individuals of the pack.

His expression from disbelief to grim. Whoa…still his aura screamed scary to me. Even from a distance I could feel it.

My instinct were telling me he was a whole lot different then the men around him. Knowing my hunch was right as he easily maneuver himself off the horse. 

Tall and built, he had a rather too serious expression…

His red eyes looking at me steady glare. All while I took in his tan complexion and grayish short hair.

Whoa…guy was hot…in a overally serious looking way.

Either way… I kept oogling finally landing on the a shiny badge on his chest. The insigna of a wolf with leaves.

Crap.

That was the Blackwood Crest. These men were from the Empires most elite foot soliders and part of the Duke of the North, Christian Blackwood entourage.

Sooo… what the hell were they doing here?

Realizing how far they were from there post.

"Apologies for the delay Miss…" He finally spoke, bringing his hand clutched into a fist on his chest.

Huh?

Were they sent here for me?! What the hell!? My confusion must have shown because the guy spoke again.

"I meant, we were not aware of your travel but regardless we were late to help." I tracked his eyes to the sword in my hand.

Oh yeah!

His eyes then looking at the men littered on the ground. Oh shoot, I should explain before he misunderstood.

"Oh, there not dead! Only one or two are wounded." I said, pointing the sword to the two idiots groaning. "I just incapacitated the others and stabs these two where it would hurt." Happy, becuase all the training I had done in suclusion had managed to pay off. The men that were helping the bandit into restraints pausing to look at me as if I was the crazy one.

Internally, I rolled my eyes. 

Wait, was I the one that was going to be sent to jail for assult or something.

"Hey, what I meant was they tripped and umm…well I found this on the floor here sir." Passing over the sword, hilt first. Smiling my most appealing smile. Trying to smooth this whole situation out.

The guy clearly not believing my obvious lie but not quite believing in me at the same time.

It wasn't a everyday occurance for these men to run into a highway robber and having to help the robbers out, then the lady in distress.

"Captain Reign, am going to need you to take a look at this."

Captain? Feeling myself recall something but seeing the guy turn around. Taking the sword from my hand and move towards smoothly.

My mind going back to the novel.

From what I had read, there were several important Captains that had paid great contibutions in the novel from the Dukes soliders. Only a selection of twelve men and women of the Empire were great enough to hold the title of Captain. Each individual hand picked personally by the Duke, regardless of background.

They were so Elite that not even the Emperors selected knights could compare or match the skill they possesed.

Of course that was nothing compare to the Duke of Blackwoods. The guy was one of the strongest characters in the novel. Even possessing one of the greatest weapons in this world. Eclipson, Blade of Enternal Night.

It was so strong to weild that even its handler had to posses a insane amount of mana to qualify as its welder.

Fan girling inside of me wishing to atleast see it once in this life time….

Wait…

Realization suddenly hitting me as the dots connected.

In front of me was none other then the second male leads right hand man, Captain of all the Blackwood foot soliders of the Empire. The Red wolf of battlefield, Leon Reign. A commor knight that had risen the ranks and had become one of the novels most renown Captains.

Shit….

Third life here I went…

Wait!

He probbaly didn't even know who I was! It wasn't like I was dressed up in regal fashion or the carriage had my families insigna! Relief awashing me.

But still weary, I didn't want to test my luck by hanging around until he realize who I was. Best get the hell out of dodge.

Recapping in my head the key people I needed to stay away from. One being this guys boss.

Duke Christian Alaric Blackwood, the Saintess other lover, whom from I recalled, hated me as much as the crown prince did and still does.

And here I was, in the company of one of his most trusted men. Captain Reign, whom, if his boss commended too would chop me up into pieces without hestitation.

"Miss whats wrong. Are you hurt!?" Wendy worridly said, her hands clasp together in prayers if I wasn't. Which if we didn't leave soon, I would be.

"Ah no! Come Wendy lets go, you have to get home. I mean we have to get home." Word vomitting not my biggest concern. Pushing the reins of the horse on to the Walton, our driver and my eyes telling him what I wanted him to do as soon as I stepped in the carriage.

STEP ON THE GAS!

"Wait!" I froze, feeling my heart drop into my stomach.

"Bert sit alongside the driver. Well escort you to the closet inn." My eyes making eye connect with the Captain.

"Ahh, you dont have too sir…" I meekly said, my face pleading exactly that.

With out breaking a beat the Captain spoke.

"No, men get the falons on the two horses. Flank the carriage." Not even waiting for me to reply and had already turned around heading to his horse.

Yep.

Third live here I went.

Happily welcoming it at this point.