Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: The Night We Became Us

[Lavinia’s Chamber—The Night—Continuation—Lavinia’s Pov]

He didn’t move an inch.

"I still feel like I should apologize," he said, stiff as ever.

I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. "...For what?"

"For existing in your chamber like this," he replied, completely serious.

I blinked.

Once. Twice.

Then I sighed, long and dramatic.

"Haldor Valethorn," I said slowly, stepping closer, "I am saying this again and for the final time, you are the Crown Prince. You are my husband. And you are the only person in this empire who has every right to exist here."

I tilted my head, watching his ears turn red. "Dramatically, awkwardly, nervously—however you wish."

He swallowed hard, and then—clearly before his brain could stop him—

"...Your chamber smells like you."

Silence.

His eyes widened in horror the very second he realized he’d said it out loud.

I raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Yes," he said, doomed. "It’s—warm. Like sunlight and trouble."

I laughed.

Gods, I laughed.

The sound echoed softly through the room, light and unrestrained, and something in his shoulders finally loosened. He exhaled, defeated.

"I am saying everything wrong," he muttered.

"No," I said gently, stepping into his space. "You’re saying everything honestly."

I took his hand then—large, warm, and steady despite his nerves—and lifted it, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his palm.

"Now..." I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes, "...can you help me, my dear husband?"

His face turned an even deeper shade of red. He nodded. Quickly. Too quickly. I turned around slowly and guided his hands to rest at my neck, my fingers brushing his as I did.

"Help me remove this jewelry," I whispered.

He gulped.

His hands trembled—just slightly—as they hovered, careful and reverent, as if I were something precious rather than someone teasing him relentlessly.

"...Alright," he breathed. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

And in that quiet chamber, with moonlight slipping through silk curtains and his touch learning mine inch by careful inch, I smiled to myself.

The necklace slipped free, cool metal leaving my skin, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. I glanced at him over my shoulder, a small smile playing on my lips.

"My earrings too."

He gulped.

Again.

I turned to face him fully. His hands rose—hesitant, careful—as if even now he feared doing something wrong. He slid the earrings off one by one, his touch light, almost reverent. His cheeks were pink—cotton-candy pink—and his breath was uneven.

And then—Our eyes met.

Crimson meeting blue.

It wasn’t the first time our gazes had locked like this. It had happened on battlefields, in quiet corridors, under starlit skies. But tonight—Tonight felt different.

Was it the rings on our fingers? The silence of the chamber? Or the simple truth that we are married now?

I didn’t know but at the time, neither of us spoke.

Slowly—very slowly—he stepped closer. The space between us vanished inch by careful inch, his breath warm against my skin. His hand lifted, fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face upward with a gentleness that made my chest tighten.

"May I?" he asked softly, as if asking the question mattered more than the answer.

I nodded.

That was all he needed. He leaned in, hesitant for just a heartbeat—then his lips met mine.

The kiss was slow. Unrushed. Deep in a way that stole my breath without taking it away. Not desperate. Not wild.

Certain.

His hand slid to my waist, steadying me as if the world might tilt otherwise. I felt the faint tremor in him—the way he was holding back, trying to do everything right, trying not to overwhelm me.

I smiled into the kiss.

And then kissed him back—harder.

His breath hitched. The sound was quiet, broken, and honest. His grip tightened just slightly, like he’d forgotten himself for a second, like he was finally letting go of the knight and becoming simply my husband.

Time softened.

The palace disappeared.

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