Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Wait... I’m Married?

[Lavinia’s Pov---Imperial Palace--- Continuation]

I... am married.

No, let me repeat that properly.

I. Am. Married.

I blinked once. Twice. Then stared at my own hands like they might explain themselves.

When did this happen?

Yesterday, I was a child rolling across Papa’s bed, stealing his ink pens, and watching executions like they were street performances. Yesterday, I was arguing with nobles and threatening people twice my age with a smile.

And today—Today, I kissed a man in front of the entire empire and signed my life away with a ring.

A ring.

I lifted my hand again.

Still there.

Very shiny. Very real. Extremely married.

"How," I muttered internally, "did I go from ’being single’ to ’this one is legally mine’ in such a short span of time?"

Haldor walked beside me, tall, calm, and knightly, pretending like he hadn’t just been assaulted by a princess in public.

My husband.

Oh gods...he is my husband now.

I glanced up at him.

He looked... fine.

Too fine. Like this was a normal day and not the moment my entire identity quietly rearranged itself.

I leaned closer and whispered, "Do you feel different?"

He hesitated. "...Should I?"

"That’s not reassuring."

He coughed into his fist. "I feel... honored and...trembling from inside."

I stared at him and nodded satisfyingly. "Yes, that’s the expression I want, because I feel like I accidentally skipped several life stages."

Married women were supposed to be composed. Elegant. Mature. I had threatened my Papa five minutes ago to not glare at haldor.

"I was literally a kid yesterday," I whispered dramatically. "How am I someone’s wife now?"

Haldor smiled down at me—soft, fond, and dangerously warm. "You were never just a kid."

I scowled. "Liar. I bit people."

His smile widened. "You bit important people."

I sighed.

The bells rang again somewhere behind us, loud and celebratory, as if mocking my internal crisis. I looked forward. The nobles bowed. The court whispered. The empire watched. And suddenly, it hit me—not with fear, but with something far stranger.

Excitement.

Warmth.

A strange, fluttering sense of this is mine and I chose it.

I squeezed Haldor’s hand.

"Okay," I said quietly. "I’m married."

He squeezed back. "Yes."

I took a deep breath. "...This is actually kind of nice."

He smiled faintly, cheeks turning the softest shade of pink, and just like that—between chaos and crowns—I understood something important.

I didn’t become a wife today.

I simply became myself...with a few more sparkles added to my life.

As we stepped forward, I drifted closer to Papa. I didn’t even look at him before he spoke—because of course he did.

"I am telling you this again," he said darkly, voice low and lethal, "if he ever—"

"Yes, yes, Papa," I cut in smoothly, waving a dismissive hand. "I know. You’ll execute him in a thousand different ways. Slowly. Creatively."

He nodded, entirely satisfied. "Good. We understand each other."

I smiled, sweet and unbothered. "But trust me," I added, turning to face him fully. "Haldor will never cause me trouble. That’s the first reason I chose him."

I tilted my head. "So... can you trust your daughter’s judgment?"

Papa stared at me.

Long. Hard. As if searching for the little girl who once curled into his arms—and finding instead a woman who carried his blood far too well.

He pouted.

Actually pouted.

Then scoffed. "Fine. I suppose I have no choice but to say it."

He glanced at Haldor with open reluctance. "...He is my son-in-law."

I chuckled and hugged him without warning. For a second, his arms came around me automatically—protective, familiar, home.

It should have been a perfect ending.

But then—I looked past him. Into the crowd.

The Talvans were there.

Smiling.

Watching.

Their expressions were too pleasant. Too attentive. Their eyes lingered—not on Haldor, not even on Papa—but on me. Measuring. Calculating. Hungry.

Ah.

So that was how it was going to be.

My smile didn’t fade.

If anything, it sharpened.

I leaned slightly into Haldor, fingers tightening around his hand—not for comfort, but for certainty.

I see you, I thought calmly. And you should be afraid.

Because I wasn’t just a bride today.

I was still Papa’s daughter.Still the empire’s crown.Still the tyrant’s blood—warmed by love, yes... but sharpened by instinct.

I turned my gaze forward again, serene, radiant, married—and already planning.

It’s time we deal with the Talvans, I decided quietly. Before they mistake my happiness for weakness.

After all—I didn’t lose myself today.

I became myself.

And the empire would soon remember exactly what that meant.

***

[Lavinia’s Chamber—Dawnspire Wing—Later]

Sera helped me remove the last of the jewelry, her hands fluttering with barely contained excitement.

"I can’t believe you’re married, Your Highness," she said for the fifth time, eyes shining as she unclasped a necklace that had probably survived three dynasties.

She laughed, shaking her head. "The palace is in chaos. Nanny was in tears the entire ceremony. I had to physically stop her from running to the altar."

Sera burst out laughing. "She said survive?"

I sighed theatrically. "I suppose the drama really is in my blood."

Frozen halfway into the room like he had accidentally walked into enemy territory. His posture was straight, his hands awkward at his sides, and his cheeks flushed dangerously pink.

. . .

. . .

Oh...This was entertaining.

The doors to my chamber closed with a quiet click. And suddenly—It was silent.

Haldor was still standing near the door, straight-backed like he was on guard duty, hands awkwardly clasped behind him, eyes very carefully not looking at me.

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