Celestia Solara stirred in her grand, silk-draped bed as the first light of morning seeped through the towering windows of her lavish chamber. The golden glow illuminated her pale skin, contrasting against the cascading waves of white hair that sprawled over the pillow. Faint knocking echoed through the room, followed by a voice.
"Princess Celestia, His Majesty requests your presence in the royal hall. It is urgent."
Groaning, Celestia moved the blankets off of her and got up slowly. She stared into the large mirror in her room and saw herself naked.
Just as Celestia was admiring herself in the reflection, the heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing one of the palace maids. Rose, a young woman with auburn hair and a practiced grace, entered without hesitation, carrying a bundle of luxurious garments draped over her arms.
"Good morning, Princess. Allow me to assist you," Rose said, lowering into a respectful bow.
Celestia turned to face her, smirking slightly at the maid's unwavering professionalism. "Good morning, Rose. How are you? You may stand as well."
Rose straightened with a bright smile. "Absolutely amazing! Thank you so much for asking. Do you know what you'd like to wear for today?"
Celestia let out a soft hum, moving gracefully around the room before pulling the curtains shut, dimming the golden morning light. "I'll take whatever you think is best for today," she replied, her voice smooth and unbothered.
Rose studied her for a moment before selecting a gown of deep obsidian silk. Rose placed the gown onto the bed with carefulness.
Rose knelt before her, gathering the smooth fabric in her hands. "Allow me, Princess," she murmured.
Celestia said nothing, merely offering her leg with effortless grace. Rose slowly guided the gown over her foot, drawing the silk up her calf being delicate and slow before moving to her other leg. The touch was light, the fabric gliding up her smooth skin as Rose worked with careful, deliberate movements.
Once the gown was in place, Rose stood, stepping closer to adjust the fit over Celestia's frame. She smoothed the fabric against her waist before fastening the delicate clasps at her shoulders. The silk cascaded over her figure like it was made for her. Rose slipped on two white long gloves for Celestia.
Rose bowed before stepping behind Celestia, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she secured the corset. With a firm yet careful tug, she tightened the laces, cinching the silk against Celestia's waist. The pressure was deliberate—snug enough to sculpt her figure, yet allowing just enough breathability for effortless grace.
Celestia watched in the mirror as the gown molded to her body, the craftsmanship flawless. She tilted her head slightly, running a delicate finger along the exposed dip of her collarbone. A smirk played at her lips.
"Perfect choice as always, Rose," she mused, her emerald eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Rose barely had time to react before Celestia stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, forcing the maid back until her spine pressed against the stone wall. The air between them grew heavy with tension as Celestia's emerald eyes gleamed with quiet dominance.
With a delicate yet firm touch, her gloved fingers tilted Rose's chin up, forcing their gazes to meet. The contrast of soft silk against warm skin sent an involuntary shiver down Rose's spine. Celestia leaned in, her breath warm and teasing against the maid's flushed neck.
"You always do such a good job," Celestia murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver through Rose's body. Her lips hovered just above the maid's flushed skin, the teasing warmth of her breath making Rose's heart race.
Then, without warning, Celestia's teeth sank into the delicate flesh of Rose's neck—not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure and pain coursing through her. A soft, breathy moan escaped Rose's lips before she could stop it, her body instinctively pressing against the wall as her knees threatened to give out.
Celestia lingered for a moment, savoring the way Rose trembled beneath her touch. Slowly, she released her, running a gloved finger over the faint mark before wiping away the small trace of saliva. "Good girl," she whispered, her emerald eyes dark with amusement as she pulled away, leaving Rose breathless and dazed. Celestia left her bedroom leaving Rose alone as she fell to the floor slightly.
Celestia strode gracefully through the palace halls, a single guard escorting her to the grand living room where her parents awaited. Her posture was perfect, every step measured with the poise expected of a princess, yet her mind was elsewhere—still lingering on the soft moan Rose had let slip just moments ago. A smirk ghosted her lips before vanishing as she approached the double doors.
The guards stationed outside pulled them open, revealing a lavish chamber bathed in warm sunlight, reflecting off golden embellishments that decorated the furniture. Her mother, Lady Eleanor, sat with pristine elegance, sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup, while her father, Duke Alastair, stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back. Their expressions were unreadable.
With a soft and fluid motion, she stepped forward, lifting the hem of her gown ever so slightly as she dipped into a refined bow. "Yes, Mother? Yes, Father?" Her voice was smooth, practiced—yet there was an undeniable air of disinterest as she straightened, letting the gown flow back into place.
Her mother set down her tea, her piercing gaze meeting Celestia's own. "Celestia, you've come of age years ago. It is time we discuss your future."
Her father turned from the window, his deep voice carrying the weight of finality. "You are to be wed."
A flicker of amusement crossed Celestia's emerald eyes before it vanished behind a cold mask. "Oh?" She tilted her head slightly, feigning curiosity rather than the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "And to whom, may I ask?"
Her mother smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "Duke Hadrian's son. A fine match—one that will strengthen our kingdom's ties and secure our legacy."
Celestia held back a laugh. "So this was their plan? Marry me off like a pawn to strengthen alliances? How predictable." She thought to herself.
With a slow, deliberate step forward, she met her father's gaze. "I see," she said, her tone unreadable. "And you expect me to be thrilled by this arrangement?"
Her father's jaw tightened. "It is not about your feelings, Celestia. It is about duty. You will do what is necessary for our family."
Celestia's lips curled into a smirk—just barely, but enough for her mother to notice. A silent challenge burned in her eyes, but she masked it with a graceful nod. "Of course, Father," she murmured, lowering her gaze just enough to maintain the illusion of obedience.
Celestia stormed back into her room, the soft click of the door behind her doing little to contain her frustration. She exhaled sharply, running a gloved hand through her cascading white hair.
"Damn it," she muttered, her voice laced with irritation. "I knew this shit would happen… but on my birthday? Really?"
She strode toward the vanity, collapsing into the chair beside it with an unladylike sigh. Her emerald eyes flickered with annoyance as she gazed at her own reflection.
"A new life in this world, and they're already trying to chain me down with marriage. Barely even a day to breathe before they shove responsibility down my throat," she scoffed, leaning back in her seat.
Her fingers drummed against the wooden surface as she let out a bitter chuckle. "The legal age for marriage here is fourteen. I should've seen this coming sooner. If anything, I'm surprised they waited this long."
Tiring of her own reflection, Celestia rose from the chair and sauntered toward her bed, collapsing onto the soft sheets. Above her, the glass-paneled ceiling let in streams of golden sunlight, casting a warm glow across her pale skin.
She stared at the sky beyond the glass, her expression unreadable. "Not that I can complain too much. This world is still a lot better than my last… Dying... that way." She said as a tear rolled down her cheek before swiping it away.
A dry laugh escaped her lips as she threw an arm over her face, her white glove brushing against her forehead. "I had it all... well not really. I was the leader of an all-female gang, high school graduate and then what? Death stole it all away. Weak. So damn weak."
Her fingers curled into a fist.
"But not this time," she thought, her heart thrumming with quiet determination.
"I don't just want to live—I want power. Real power. I'll do everything within this world without even caring."
A soft knock echoed through the room.
"Princess?" Rose's voice called gently from the other side of the door.
Celestia's eyes snapped open, she sat up, then stood in one fluid motion. Without hesitation, she strode toward the door, her movements graceful yet deliberate.
The moment she pulled it open, her gloved hand shot out, wrapping around Rose's wrist before the maid could react. With a firm but effortless tug, Celestia pulled her inside, the door clicking shut behind them.
Before Rose could even ask what was happening, her back met the cool surface of the wall beside the door. Celestia pressed against her, the warmth of their bodies nearly touching as she tilted her head, emerald eyes gleaming with something unreadable—something dangerous.
Then, without warning, Celestia leaned in, her lips brushing against Rose's neck for the briefest second before she sank her teeth in.
A breathless gasp left Rose's lips, a soft, shaky moan escaping her as the sharp yet pleasurable sensation coursed through her. Celestia lingered for a moment before pulling back, the ghost of her bite still tingling on Rose's flushed skin.
Celestia smirked, dragging the back of her gloved hand across Rose's neck, wiping away the faint trace of saliva left behind. Her fingers curled under Rose's chin, tilting her head up until their eyes met.
"You can leave now," she murmured, her voice softer but still carrying its usual command.
Rose, her face burning with a deep crimson, could only nod, her fingers trembling as they briefly touched her own lips in disbelief. Without another word, she turned and hurried out of the room, her heartbeat hammering as she ran back to her quarters—where she could process what had just happened in the privacy of her own thoughts.
As the hours drifted by, Celestia remained in her room, engrossed in a thick book on magic, her delicate fingers flipping through its ancient pages. The world outside darkened, the golden hues of sunset giving way to the velvety embrace of night. The moon climbed high, casting its moonlight glow through the glass ceiling above her, silver beams spilling across the lavish chamber.
Just as she turned another page, a sudden flicker of light danced before her eyes. A strange, shimmering black and red screen materialized out of nowhere, floating in the air like a phantom. Celestia's body stiffened, her heart skipping a beat.
"What the hell...?" she muttered, eyes narrowing as she instinctively reached for the eerie projection. Her fingers met nothing but air. Taking a breath to steady herself, she began reading the text.
[Welcome to the Villainous System.]
Name: Celestia Solara
Age: 18
Elements: Sealed
Level: 1
Information Available: First Seal of ???
Skills: Manipulation – Level 4
Martial Arts – Level 2
Paralyzing Gaze – Level 4
[Would you like to view any currently available skills/Information?]
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Celestia's emerald eyes gleamed with intrigue, her lips curling into a slow smirk.