The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 75

"OI you giant metal sacks of shit! LET ME OUT" I glanced over to Homura who was standing in front of the metal bars of the cell, his feathery black wings wrapped around two of the bars as he shook them furiously.

I rolled my eyes, placing my cheek on the palm of hand feeling overly annoyed and bored at the same time. "You do realise they don't understand anything you say except for your ear threatening squawks" I said.

Homura swiftly turned his little raven head towards my direction, his beady onyx eyes staring at me penetrating through my soul "This is all your fault!" he hissed.

"I never said it wasn't" I stretched out my hands and my legs, letting out an exhausted yawn as I did. Homura started to snarl at me, a low angry grumble echoed the empty cell room. I rose a thin eyebrow as I glanced back at the tiny black bird against the cell bars. "Why are you so worked up for? We are only staying here just temporarily until Ben wakes up"

I leaned against the cold stone wall, the cold touch penetrating through my thin clothing and cooling the back of my skin. "He wakes up! YOU OPENED HIM UP!"

"I'm a surgeon. That's what surgeons do."

"Surgeons?!" he questioned a shriek "I know nothing of this surgeon, but I do know that your all-psychotic FREAKS!"

I smirked with the intention of amusing myself with this bird brain. "We can even re-attach missing fingers too" I said wiggling my married finger in front of me "We can even replace someone's heart with someone else's if we wanted to" I watched Homura's face drop into a horrified expression. I couldn't help but cackle just by looking at him.

"What kind of cracked up world did you live in" his tone was sharp yet modified at the thought. I stretched my hands behind my neck as a cushion, resting upon the hard stone wall "An advanced one"

He slowly creaked his modified face back to the front "GET ME OUT OF THIS BAD MAN CAVE." He shouted, his squawks echoing the halls of the prison cells as he shook the cells bars violently "SOME CREATURE HELP ME. I'M TRAPPED WITH A PSYCHO WHO'S GOING TO OPEN ME UP!" I rolled my eyes, letting myself flop to the side landing with a faint thud against the cold tiles with my hands crossed. My icy blue eyes staring directly at the other side of the room without turning my attention away from it.

Homura was still shouting and screaming for help and freedom from this place while I laid on the floor recalling the scene from earlier.

\~Flashback, NARRATOR P.O.V\~

Ambrose and Arabella had rushed their way to their son's chamber. To their shock their royal knights that ran after the old woman were standing by the door behind the commander of the royal knights, Arthur.

Maids and butlers stood around obediently with worried expression across their faces as Arthur shouted at a knight that stood in front of the door seemingly refusing to move out of the way for some unknown reason.

"What is the meaning of this? Where is the old Isvandy I ordered you lot to capture?!" Ambrose rose his voice that startled everyone. The wind in the atmosphere changing to a bitter taste to the inhale of every breath.

The presence of the king made everyone weary for the woman inside the chamber who was doing something they had never heard or seen before that would defiantly get her arrested by the king and even executed for.

"Your royal Majesties" as Arthur spoke everyone in the room including him bowed at the presence of the Emperor and Empress of Ventus who jogged side by side towards them.

"Sir Garrick has forgotten his place and ignores my command to let us in to arrest the intruder" Ambrose glanced to the knight, who had respectfully lowered his head in front of him, his jet black covering his entire head. Ambrose realised it was the royal knight Garrick Steelbrook. A skilled swordsman that was on top in the academy. A strong and loyal knight assigned by Ambrose himself to protect his youngest son from all harm.

Instantly Garrick knelt down on his left knee, his arm resting upon the leg that balanced him up while the other hand griped the handle of his sword. This caught everyone off guard for a second even the commander of the royal guards.

"As the young princes' royal knight, I have pledged my loyalty to him. It is my sworn duty to protect him from any danger even if it means I will have to risk my life in order to achieve it, yet I have engraved a huge sin for going against his royal majesty in order to do so." Said Garrick in a tone full of confidence and the loyalty of a knight to his master.

Arabella felt the tears pricking the corner of her violet eyes, the loyalty of Ben's knight touched her heart. Ambrose glanced down without a single expression on his face as his silver eyes glared down at the young knight who slowly rose his head to look into the emperor with eyes filled with determination.

"I was ordered by the woman doctor to not let anyone in until she cures him." Those words that left his mouth made Garrick hit a fearful spot in his heart that made him rethink why he was going against the King and speaking to him like that because the woman had ordered him to let anyone in.

Garrick steady his beating his heart and continued in hopes that this woman knew what she was doing and wasn't going to let him down like this. He had placed all his hope on her.

"If there is a chance that the old woman inside is able to save his young highness from an illness that no one then now has figured out a way to cure then I will go in all length to stop anyone from disturbing her even if I will be punished for it. As a loyal knight of Ventus and his young highness, Benjamin's bodyguard and personal knight I cannot let anyone in even his royal majesty the Emperor and Empress."

Arabella slapped her hand to her mouth holding a gasp of cry. Her heart had suddenly sank to the floor by hearing those words she died to hear for so long. She wanted to burst through the doors and see her son being cured.

Ambrose didn't know what to believe. He had heard the similar words form physician who had come far to cure his son, but none succeeded so what hope had he left to believe this old woman from Isvand to save their son, the prince of Ventus who meant nothing to a Isvand civilian.

Ambrose had opened his mouth to speak when Arthur spoke suddenly "I apologise your highness for interrupting" Arthur said stepping in with fearful stare at the kneeling knight.

"But Garrick what makes you believe that woman who could be an assassin from Isvand save his highness from an illness not even the best of the best was able to do so?" Arthur hissed feeling his hand grip firmly on the handle of his blade feeling anger surge through him like a fire.

There was silence and no one spoke a word. Ambrose hadn't left his gaze from Garrick who now had his head down again. He could feel the uneasiness air surrounding him but could sense the sudden trust towards the old lady Garrick held.

"If his highness does not make it because of my belief then I will accept any punishment from your royal highness even death if that is my destined path."

"Move aside knight. I will not let a woman touch my son" Ambrose ordered with a harsh tone that sparked fear in everyone's heart in the room. Garrick froze and his dark pupils growing into a huge circle that spaced out in his silver eyes.

Arabella glanced towards her husband, violet eyes that suddenly held the cry of despair. Her voice had caught in her throat unable to go through and speak out to the king. A great tremor had taken over her as a deep stab to her heart had dug deeply within that was impossible to be pulled out.

"A-Ambrose" she finally was able to mutter softly but her lips trembled as it did. "How can you let these thoughts let you decide the fate of our son!" Arabella said her voice cracking into a cry, a great sob escaped her, and she covered her mouth with shaking hands.

"I'm sorry Arabella but a woman can not lay hands on a prince" Ambrose turned his head away to avoid the hurtful face of his wife. His faced hidden away from her, afraid for her to see the guilt that had steeped into his face. His fist clenched on his side. The trembling heart that he ignored in order to look strong in front of everyone.

No one spoke a word.

"This is what the world become. We women are nothing in the eyes of men, to disregard us as nothing but tools to create new offsprings for you" she said with words that hit deeply into his heart.

"That is enough Arabella, I have made my decision. It is forbidden for a woman to heal" Ambrose muscles tensed as he spoke those words, his face hiding away the shamefulness of regarding his son.

"Is this principle much more important than our son's recovery" the sorrow of anger revealed on her face, clear glittering tears came prickling down her cheeks as she glared at her husband.

"Do not speak to me about principals. You know nothing"

The atmosphere the place was getting heavy as everyone held their breath.

"Why? Is it because I'm a woman with no power but to stand beside my husband that holds everything in his hands?" the words had not come out as grief but the betrayal of trust towards her husband who she held dear to her heart. It was crumbling down like mountains in an earthquake. "Is that what I am to you? Just a tool to produce you heir"

Ambrose said nothing while a darkly figured overshadowed his face. The throbbing of his heart that blocked his mind from speaking had made him say nothing but turn away again from shame.

"Guards" Ambrose called out getting a bow from all the knights.

"Take her to her chambers and don't let her come out" his words came out cold and harsh. Arabella felt her heart shatter. This was the first time her husband had spoken to her in this tone before. The corners of her mouth had turned down and the outer ends of her eyebrows drooped while her mouth stood agape.

"Your highness" a royal guard had stepped beside Arabella with a palm out.

"I refuse this" Arabella fumed with despair, her eyes shifting to her husband begging him to change his mind as she stepped away from the guards with a click of her heels.

"Arabella, I do not want to hear you intruding with these manners again. Go with the guards or I will have to force them to take you away" Ambrose still hadn't looked her way; his hands had turned white from clenching too hard. He clenched his jaw trying to contain himself from saying anything further.

"I am your wife" she huffed in a cry. "I have ruled by your side for 24 years, I have not said anything all those years but to stand for everyone to look at it. Do my words not matter to you? Was I just a steppingstone for you to succeed the throne?"

"ENOUGH! TAKE HER AWAY AT ONCE!" with a shout of command the guards attached their arms to her hers and dragged the struggling queen away.

"AMBROSE! DON'T DO THIS!" She yelled out in a cry, her voice echoing the hallway. "AMBROSE!" he didn't look back as he held back tears.

Everyone that stood around had felt the sharp pain of sorrow towards the queen. It was the first time they had seen this event in front of their eyes. Their loving royal couple that was the envy of all couples had fought like this for the first time in their 24 years of marriage. Each holding back their tears and their upset expression that none realised the door had opened.

Garrick still knelt down in hopes of the woman finishing quickly so he wouldn't have to keep disobeying his king which would lead him to imprisonment.

"Is that how you treat your wife?" the familiar voice had struck the king to look up to the old Isvandy who glared back at him with a chilling look that had sent a shiver up his spine. From her top to her hands was coated in a thick crimson colour, the iron smell of the liquid burning his nose.

"Men in this time disgust me" she muttered loudly for everyone to hear. "She is a mother who cries for her son's recovery, a mother who would give her life in order to have her son back. No man can understand what a woman feels for their child. A bond of a mother and a child that cannot be broken by an axe or even by the slightest words. Something a man can never have"

The old woman's word had sent everyone into a deadly silent wave. Ambrose had struck a dumbfounded look, his mouth had slightly ajar as he stood there without a single word of utter. Everyone that stood around the doors of Benjamin's chamber had sent the same look towards her.

"What did you do my son?" Ambrose pulled a face of anger when he came back to his senses. The wind around him changing into a tight breeze that made it difficult for nearly everyone to breathe.

The knights had unsheathed their blades, the sound of metal echoing through the halls as they did. Each one aiming their sword at the woman who did not budge from fear and held her ground.

Carlos the royal physician had stepped out from the double door with a tremble, he too had his hands covered in blood but not as much as the woman had.

"CARLOS! What is the meaning of this!?" He demanded an answer that shook the poor middle-aged man out of his skin.

"I saved your son" the Isvandy interrupted with a hiss of venomous words that slipped through her dry lips as she threw a pouch in front of the kings feet, and it landed with a faint thud. A small speck of blood was seen oozing out from the brown material. Ambrose observed it not daring to pick it up yet gestured for his royal commander of the knights to.

"His royal highness is healed and is soundly asleep" Ambrose mind went to a haze as he heard these words suddenly from Carlos who he had failed to do so himself. It was all hard to take in. 'My son healed. Ben. Ben. Ben.'

"BENJAMIN!" with a shout of relief that travelled through the halls of the castles walls and to the empress that was being dragged away had made her jump from terror. He bolted passed the kneeling knight, the middle-aged doctor and the old woman who had moved away from the door to let him pass.

Arthur listened as the king cried his son's name from the room and felt the beat of joy around his heart. 'Their prince was healed' is what went through everyone's mind, yet none dared to enter the chambers of the prince not wanting to disturb the happy reunion of the son and father.

Faint clicking of heels was also heard not from afar. The turned their attention to the source of the sounds of the Empress running for dear life, her dress pulled high enough to prevent her from slipping while the two guards followed on suit.

"BEN!" the cry of the queen rattled the very marble halls. She made her way ignoring everyone as she entered the chambers.

They heard the cry of relief and joy from the empress loud and clear as she thanked the gods and the woman who had saved her.

The maid and butlers started to cheer quietly each one hugging each other and crying in each-others embrace.

Garrick had stood up and glanced over to the Old Isvandy who had her hands crossed against her chest and peeked into the room before she caught him staring at her. Garrick didn't turn his gaze, breathing in a lungful of air before nodding his head. He felt proud of himself that he had trusted this woman and hadn't stopped her from doing what she did and let her continue to save his prince from death.

It's the choice he will never forget until his time comes. As all he was grateful towards the old Isvandy for saving his master's life even if she was cold and had a bad attitude towards him and everyone in the room before.

She didn't send a nod in return but glanced towards Carlos' direction. "I hope you noted down what you need to do after he wakes up"

Carlos nodded his head with tears he could not contain. The held an expression face towards him.

"Isvandy by the order of the Emperor-" Arthur pointed the tip of his sword at the old Isvandy who rose an eyebrow in disbelief. "You are under arrest"

Arthur didn't know what had been done in that room to save Ben and to result in the woman being so bloody but whatever it was, it was treason for hurting the prince as it would in a punishable death sentence. However since it was not his place to judge but the Emperor the only thing he can do is finish his command from earlier and let his majesty decide.

"HuuH\~" her mouth shaped into an 'o' as her eyes twitched in confusion.