I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 6

And he had... or at least he had tried in the book. I licked my lips nervously, stammering out my next question. "Umm... Are you still going to do that?"

He lifted his head, his tear stained gaze meeting my own. "Would you hate me if I did?"

"Hate?" I didn't want him to be a villain. I was horrified still at the thought of him becoming a merciless killer like I had read about before. But even so, I couldn't help but smile at him. "I can't hate you. If you choose to turn against this world... I'll fight them all with you."

Maybe I'm the real villain in this story.

A hand reached out and brushed the hair away from my eyes. "I don't want to see you fight the world for me. So win or lose... I'll play this game until the end."

I breathed a small sigh of relief, separating from him and standing up, brushing the dirt from my dress. "Thank you."

"Of course," His whisper could barely be heard, "That's only as long as I can keep you safe. If they try to hurt you..."

I met his gaze, seeing a darkness that I didn't recognize there. "Luke?"

He sighed, standing up and hugging me briefly, before turning back towards the castle. "Let's get ready for the party."

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By the time the first party started I was already mentally exhausted. Before we had even left, there was a brief fight over what I would wear. My initial suggestion of wearing camouflage and hiding in the bushes was vetoed, not only by Luke, but the entire service staff. Luke's suggestion of a purple gown, the color only worn by royalty or those married to royalty was also rejected. We went back and forth a few times before deciding on a low key but expensive gown.

As I walked in a few steps behind Luke, I stared down at my ball gown. It was a little too fancy for a nameless side character, which made me nervous, but looking around at the other women in the room, I felt slightly relieved. Bright colors, large gems and very low necklines seemed to be in style. The dark green color of my gown was less eye-catching, but reminded me of my previous hunting gear, with a high collar open only at the throat, where a simple silver star necklace lay. The sleeves were long and loose, the skirt billowing out but less voluminous then those around me, the style choices allowing me unrestricted movement.

It wasn't a bad compromise.

As I looked around the room, I realized that the room had separated into groups, each centered around an older man or woman wearing a red sash with a golden key attached.

The Ten Lords.

Now that I was looking at them in person, the plot, which had evaded my memory in the past years suddenly, was more clear. In the book, Graham had used the knowledge gained from all his followers he had saved along the way to sway the Lords to his side. Each girl he had rescued, who was desperately in love with him, conveniently knew how to convince one of the Lords.

At the time, it had irritated me. I thought it was the author's way of explaining why Graham's harem and terrible treatment of the girls who cared for him was necessary. But now...

I knew exactly what to say to get the Lord's on Luke's side.

Feeling excited, I started walking towards the first group, only to be stopped by a gentle tug on my hand.

"Luke?"

At my questioning glance, he bowed with a bright smile. "May I have this dance?"

"Sure." Fortunately the dances in this world were fairly simple, not unlike a waltz back in my old life. Finally that ballroom class I took comes in handy! As we danced, we settled into an easy rhythm, and I cast a worried look around the room.