Villain's Will: Redemption

..෴✿۝CHAPTER 30۝✿෴..

This update was supposedly for yesterday but I was busy because it was my natal day 🤭😍

Enjoy ready ^^.

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Previously

Before she could go to where her troops are, Sir Geordoff had already roped her to his plans. "Willow, her majesty the empress had invited us to her tea party. Might as well go on my steed" He loudly spoke and laughed light heartedly.

This caught the attention of empress Imara and Willow could do nothing but agree as she greeted the mighty empress oozing with arrogance and elegance.

"This stupid commander of the south" she inwardly grumbled as she was dragged on a tea party.

"It will be my pleasure sire" she answered while giving the latter a stare. Sir Geordoff avoided her gaze and shooed her away.

"Off you go to your majesty, I'll follow later" he dismissed and continued his talk with the gentlemen.

After a brief pleasantries with the empress, Willow followed the entourage towards the wide garden. She wanted to fade into the background but the curious stares would not let her.

The extravagant party prepared by the empress didn't even faze Willow. She was already used to it, after all, it was Imara who personally taught her of how to prepare a party as the trend setter of the empire.

The empress may seem approachable and kind, but Willow knew better. Behind that goody goody mask is a hawk that eyes every details.

Liken a sore thumb, Willow stood out because of the dress code of the occasion. What can she do? Sir Geordoff roped her in a party before she can even properly change out of her armor. Thus, making her an oddity in this elegant party.

When it was revealed that she's a daughter of the dwindling duchy, Willow knew that she can't avoid being the center of today's gossip.

"Lady Willow" The empress started followed by her entourage. Imara was taking rounds and greeting her guests until she can finally face the oddity.

Willow inwardly rolled her eyes at their blatant thirst for gossip even if they discretely hid it behind their actions. Their eye spoke it all.

"Glory to your majesty, the moon of the empire." Still dressed on her armor, Willow gave a salute befitting of a knight. This gained snickers from the judgers.

"How unbefitting of a lady" The same thought crossed their mind and the idea that someone of greater stature bowed to them boosted more of their egocentrics.

"It put us in awe seeing that a young lady such as you would brave the war despite the comfort of you own home"

Willow grimaced at the innuendo behind her flowery words.

Translation: what in the world are you doing in a battlefield when you're supposed to do your duty as a noble lady.

With her battle smile on, Willow replied with an easy-going manner. "That's too much praise, your Majesty. I'm unworthy of your grace" she chose to act dense despite being blatantly insulted.

Her entourage hid their snickers behind their fan and gave a breathy laugh.

"Such humility, you deserve this after years of fighting beside countless men, remarkable man at that" The empress smile didn't waver.

Translation: is your chastity still even intact?

"I'm honored, your majesty. It was by luck that brought me here" at the stupid answer of Willow, Imara lost interest in that short amount of conversation. Willow's amount was already decided, she's got nothing of worth. And even if there is, she's as good as a puppet.