Why Did I Become the Villainess?

 The first day of the Finals of the Grand Exemplary Competition just started, and Rufus is the first one who will have his first match. 

 It's Archery subcategory. He is going against the Aeslaerean Kingdom, which ranks first, and the Wrezatia Kingdom, which ranks second. 

 The host of the game gave two whistles commands. It is to signal the archers to approach the shooting line. 

 "Do you think Prince Rufus can win this? The scores between the Aeslaerean and the Vrawyth Kindom have a huge margin. Do you think he can win this?" Leander leans towards Csille.

 Csille raised her eyebrows. "Do you even need to ask that? With the Archery skills of Rufus, do you think someone can beat him?" She scoff.

 I have written this scene too, so the one who is controlling my body is the real Csille again.. 

 Leander nods his head, but he continues to lean towards Csille's ears. He then peeks to her side. "Lady Csille, what happened to you and Prince Fraser? Won't the two of you reconcile? The competition is about to end, and we will return to the Vrawyth Kingdom soon. What will the other people say if they know that the two of you are in a cold war?"

 Csille smiled bitterly. The memories of her last conversation with Prince Fraser flashes to her mind. 

 "Didn't you just call him a lowly knight the last time? Also, do you think I have forgotten how you treat Sir Farren all this time? You hate him. Only you hate him to the point that you can afford to do this. 

 "I am disgusted with what you did, Csille." 

 Csille then glances at Prince Fraser, who is sitting a few seats from her. She smiled bitterly when she realized that Prince Fraser is not looking at her. She then stares at the arena.

 He told me he despised me. How can you expect me to reconcile with him? 

 Csille ignores Leander and continues to watch the match as if she didn't hear anything from him.

 Csille's conversation with Prince Fraser remains a puzzle to her. She still doesn't understand why Prince Fraser would be angry at her. She didn't show herself to him for days, but in the end, he still hates her. 

 The host gave a one whistle command now. It means the Archer can start shooting already. For the final match for the Archery, each archer was given six shots, and the one who reached the highest score at the end of the round will be the Gold Grand Exemplar for the Archery.

 The archers start to shoot at the target simultaneously. The first one who finished shooting was Rufus. He immediately puts his hand down and stares at his board. 

 Csille scoff. She then raises her eyebrows at Leander. "See? I told you, no one is comparable to him. It's all yellow."

 The crowd gasps. Rufus immediately finishes his six shots in just one minute while the two archers from the Aeslaerean Kingdom and the Wrezatia are still shooting their target.

 "Can you see that? It's all yellow. I thought Prince Rufus was not great in Archery. It looks like he's the best among the three of them. I doubt if anyone can beat that perfect score." One of the audience sitting in front of us said.

 The lady beside her respond, "How can someone beat him? Look at the Aeslaerean representative, he only has one yellow score, and every shot is all red scores now. The Wrezatia representative is much worst. He didn't even have a yellow score. And can't you see? Prince Rufus' scores are all perfect ten. How can they beat him?"

 The board has five colors on it. The yellow line is scored ten and nine. Rufus' scores are all bullseye. Bullseye is the term for a perfect ten score. The second color is red. It is eight and seven points, while the blue line is six and five. The next color is black. It is four and three and the last color is white, which is two and one.

 The two representatives finish shooting, and they look at their boards with disappointment. The Aeslaerean Kingdom, who is expecting his Gold pin for the Archery competition, couldn't help but show a disappointed face. 

 Csille laughs at him. 

 That's what you get for going against the Vrawyth Kingdom. You think you can beat us with your puny skills? You must be kidding me.

 Csille stands up. She doesn't plan to hear the results because the boards can already tell the outcome.

 Leander immediately stops Csille. "Where are you going? They are haven't announced the result yet."

 Csille smirk. "Why would do you need the result? Isn't it quite obvious who's going to win? I also need to prepare for my match. Shouldn't you too?"

 She didn't wait for Leander to respond to her and walk outside the arena. Her final matches in the Etiquette category are about to start now.

 Csille smiles at herself and looks at the surroundings. She couldn't wait to crush those ladies from the other Kingdom.

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 The host just finished announcing the result for the flower arrangement category, and it was Csille who won the Gold pin. 

 Csille smiled at the cheering audience, but her smile froze when she only saw Leander and Rufus sitting in the spot for the Vrawyth representatives. 

 She knows that the final matches mostly coincide with other matches in other subcategories, so she didn't expect that everyone would be present for her match. However, she knows Prince Fraser's match schedule. He doesn't have a scheduled match currently. Only her and Princess Paislee have a match right now.

 He's not here? Does it mean he is watching Sir Farren's match? I know he is mad at me, but I am still his fiancée. How can he choose to attend his personal Knight's match rather than his fiancée's match? 

 Csille saw Rufus and Leander cheering for her, but it didn't make her feel better. After the ending ceremony for the flower arrangement, Csille immediately rushes to look for Rufus and Leander.

 "Csille, we're here. Congratulations on your another Gold pin," Rufus immediately greets Csille with enthusiasm.

 However, Csille ignores him. She continues to scan the surroundings, hoping to see Prince Fraser. But she didn't see him no matter how much she looked around.

 He didn't really attend my match? Does he hate me this much?

 Csille forced a smile at Rufus. "Thank you. But," she paused and looked around again. "Where is Prince Fraser? He is not with you?"

 Leander steps up. "I was with him during Rufus's match, and then he told me he cannot attend yours because he is planning to attend Sir Farren's match. He told me that since Rufus and I will watch your match, he decided to watch Sir Farren's match so it won't be unfair for Sir Farren."

 Csille smiled bitterly. He really chooses him over me. I can't believe this. I am his fiancée, but why does it seem like he gives more importance to Sir Farren than me? 

 "Purplany, this is your last match for today, too, right? Why don't we have a night out? Let's relax a bit. Since all of us succeeded in bringing the Gold pins home."

 Csille shakes her head at Rufus' suggestion. What she wants to do now is to lock herself in her room and cry herself to sleep. Her heart cannot take the pain and just want to sleep it off. Maybe after she wakes up, everything will be better.

 "I'm exhausted. I'll probably just rest in the residence. Why don't the two of you do that? I'll be heading first."

 Leander and Rufus are about to say something to Csille, but she already walks towards the exit. Csille immediately hired a carriage to bring her to the Vrawyth residence, but halfway through, she realized something.

 I am the fiancée of Prince Fraser. Why am I the one who is left behind? No, I cannot accept this! 

 Csille immediately asks the coachman to maneuver the carriage to the arena for the physique category. 

 After a few minutes, Csille arrives at the arena, but it looks empty. The match probably ended the same time her match ended. 

 Csille is about to return to the Vrawyth residence and just wait for Prince Fraser to come home, but her steps halted when she heard a very familiar voice.

 She immediately walks inside the arena, and she finds Prince Fraser and Sir Farren sitting on one of the benches. They are currently talking about something, but because her distance is far away from the two, she couldn't hear what they were talking about.

 Csille glares at the two people who are seriously talking to each other. 

 Sir Farren! How dare you take Prince Fraser away from me? You're just a lowly knight I pick on the street. Yet, you dare to haggle Prince Fraser's time and attention? Do you think I will just sit still and let you do what you want? Dream on!

 Csille immediately rushes towards the two people. I can feel Csille anger started to rose inside of me. I mean, inside her body. She's livid.

 Csille found a water jug on one of the empty benches. She takes it and opens it while continuing to walk towards the two people. She is coming from their back, and since the two of them are so engrossed with their conversation, so they didn't notice someone is behind them.

 "..your highness, please consider what I have said. I might not know her the way you do. However, I know she only did that because she feels something for you. So—" 

 Prince Fraser cuts off Sir Farren's words. "Sir Farren, how can you eas—"

 Csille smirk. She is already standing behind Sir Farren, and she is about to pour the water on Sir Farren's head, but her hand stops mid air because of Sir Farren's sudden movement.

 Prince Fraser's words were stopped when Sir Farren suddenly stands up and points his sword towards Csille, who is now shocked by the sudden turn of events.

 I only want to give him a lesson. But why did I end up being in a disadvantageous situation here?

 Princess Paislee withdrew her sword when she recognized Csille.

 Csille is still thinking what to say when Prince Fraser snaps at her. "CSILLE LAURETRÉ! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? HOW DARE YOU TRY TO POUR WATER ON SIR FARREN?"

 Csille is about to explain herself, but Sir Farren, who is standing on the side, suddenly steps up for her.

 "Your highness, Prince Fraser, please calm down. I'm sure Lady Csille doesn't mean to do that. Isn't that right, Lady Csille?" Sir Farren looks at Csille with an encouraging expression. It's as if he is telling her to back him up.

 Csille stares at Sir Farren dumbfoundedly. She couldn't believe what was happening right now. Her plan to mess with Sir Farren failed again, and this time Prince Fraser saw her doing it. And when Prince Fraser is reprimanding her, it is Sir Farren who is defending her in front of Prince Fraser? She doesn't know what to feel and how she will react to it. 

 Prince Fraser scoff and shakes his head. "She doesn't mean to do that? Then what? Did she just tripped towards you, and she just coincidentally had a water jug with her?" He then stares at Csille. "I thought after the conversation I had with you, you'll start to contemplate with your behavior, but I guess I was wrong. You didn't learn anything at all."

 Csille stares at Prince Fraser. She can see the disappointment and the hate in his eyes. Which invokes the emotions she's trying to suppress these past few days. 

 Csille snort. "My behavior? Fraser tell me, did you ever ask me why I am doing this? Did you ever bother knowing why I did all of those things?" I feel tears started to form in Csille's eyes. "You didn't, right? Because all you think about is the result of what I did. I know I did something wrong, but I only did that because I feel like you're forgetting about me, Fraser. Have you ever wonder that maybe the problem does not only lies in me but in you too."

 Csille wipes the tears on her face. She laughs. "But why would you even bother asking, right? In your eyes, I will always be the villain." Csille scoff. She then left the arena without even waiting for Prince Fraser's response.

 All I am asking is a little time from you, just a little time, Fraser, but you cannot even give me that.