alienfrommars

In the year 675th of the imperial calendar, the empress, known for her brawn and wits, died at the hands of her beloved emperor. However, she awoke ten years prior to her death and in the body of Marsella Ross.

Marsella Ross. A good-for-nothing bastard child of Marquess Ross. Lived in the outskirt of the capital with only her nanny, the empress, now in this body and had this identity as Marsella swore to live peacefully — away from the bloody path she had taken, away from the power struggle. 

But is living peacefully possible when reality slapped her with the news of her sudden engagement with the Grand Duke?

The Grand Duke of Esmond, Luis Deviltooth Deamonne. A maniacal tyrant. Rumors have it bloodshed followed him like a shadow. He would murder nobles on a whim, and was said to have a heart as frigid as the cold north. 

With a marriage plotted by the emperor to keep him under control, many assumed Marsella and Luis’ will disavow their engagement. But alas, it had the complete opposite effect to them. They looked forward to it.

A villainess for the devil. 

Except:

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride!”

I turned and faced my groom, and he lifted my veil. Just like mine, the corner of his lips curled up devilishly as our eyes met. Red meets black. 

“They say a confident smile is the most beautiful accessory a woman can wear, but I’d say your smirk is, my wife.” He mused in a low tone, eyes glinting mischievously.

“I beg to disagree, my husband.” A chuckle slipped past my lips as I quirked a brow. “A woman’s best accessory is a handsome man.”

“Handsome? You surely have an odd taste to say that.”

I closed my eyes as he leaned in, waiting for his lips against mine. “I do not have an odd taste. It was just that my taste is beyond fashion, my husband.” 

Luis let out a low and soft chuckle before his lips touched mine, sealing this marriage with a kiss, and marking the beginning of our constant banter.

In most stories, marriage meant a happily ever after. But to them, it was just the beginning. 
 As their marriage progressed, secrets that lie in her blood slowly unveil, giving her an insatiable thirst that wasn't easily quenched. Could Luis accept his wife, who wasn't a normal human?

And with the threats to his life, could Marsella disregard the peaceful life she longed to protect her husband?

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Villainess for the Devil

It took us three weeks to arrive in the north. We camped at night and travel by horse at day. Sometimes, if we're lucky, we would lounge in an inn.

But tonight was definitely not one of those lucky nights. We had to camp at the base of the mountain. Across this would be our destination.

"How many days until we arrive in that town?" I asked Darius who was near me around the bonfire.

"About another week." He answered as he glanced at me.

I did say I was used to traveling. But this body wasn't. If I didn't train this body, I'm certain I wouldn't make it this far.

I shifted my gaze to my left, meeting Luis' pair of worried eyes. The sight of him somehow ease my exhaustion.

"Yes, Your Majesty." I nodded before turning my attention to the bowl of soup.

This felt like I'm a proper knight. I raised my gaze at the knights around the bonfire.

outdoor banquet