I Screwed the Novel's Plot

A day passed in a blink of an eye and after taking a shower, Fedel helped me put on the hair-changing potion.

Simply, the color would come off when exposed to water and that was why I had to reapply it.

"It's done, Your Highness."

"Thank you, Fedel."

"My pleasure."

Soon, I got out of the room and coincidentally I met Alexander in the corridors. He was seen walking whilst massaging his bridge nose.

I hastened my pace and positioned myself next to him.

"Good morning?"

He turned to look at me and my steps stopped abruptly. I was shocked when I saw his face.

"My goodness, you look terrible."

There were dark circles under his eyes and at this point, he was no different from a panda or perhaps, a zombie?

"Oh yeah? And whose fault was it?!"

Alexander spoke sarcastically at me. I raised one of my brows in question.

"Why was it my fault?"

"Tsk."

He clucked his tongue in annoyance and explained in more detail.

"That's because you said something weird last night! I couldn't sleep because I was afraid it would haunt my dreams!"

It seemed my compliment left a great impression on him. However, I shamelessly shrugged.

"Well, it's not my fault. It's just you who overthinks about it."

Alexander opened and closed his mouth several times. He tried to refute my words but eventually shut it.

"Haa…"

He heaved a long deep breath and massaged his temples.

"Can we… change the topic please?"

"Sure."

We continued to walk toward the dining room with a light conversation. Food was already served on the table when we entered it and wasted no time, we dug in.

After breakfast, we decided to move to the backyard. We enjoyed the vista of the garden over tea under the warm sun. Well, it was 8 am or so.

I peeked at Alexander from the corner of my eyes whilst sipping my tea. He was drinking his lemon tea solemnly and smiled when he placed down his teacup.

Well, his complexion improved somehow; unlike some zombie that I saw in the morning, which was good.

"Aah!"

He moaned as he leaned his back against the chair. He closed his eyes and let the sunlight bathe him.

In contrast with our journey to the Refugee Camp where he was so agitated back then, this time he looked so relaxed in the past two days.

"We should hang out more."

I turned to him and his eyes were fixed on me. I put my teacup on the table and leaned on the backrest.

"Sounds good."

He chuckled.

"There is a villa in the Zale Peninsula owned by the Emperor. We should go there, it's a good place to watch the sunset."

"Is it?"

"Yeah."

I could tell how excitement filled Alexander's voice. I wonder what made him so mirthful?

"Then we should set it as our next trip."

"Definitely."

I moved my eyes forward and gazed at the scenery that was presented before me. The gardeners were seen tending the flowers.

Although this place was rarely visited by the Imperial Family, this mansion was maintained pretty well.

I loved how the rosy scent filled my nostrils and butterflies were flying around. It was a picturesque panorama.

Birds sang beautifully and the sound of tinkering water on the fountain was so soothing.

I closed my eyes and let the warm sun rays envelop me. I felt so cathartic, it was so peaceful and this tranquility made me not want to wake up.

However–

My eyelids lifted. Now that I thought about it, the atmosphere in the past two days was so peaceful, way too peaceful.

'This lull…'

Somehow, it flicked in my conscience.

'I won't… suddenly die, will I?'

I sighed and massaged my nose bridge to alleviate my anxiety.

'What the hell was I thinking?'

We were inside a city and furthermore, I didn't recall any other war in the novel aside from fighting the dark organization.

But now that the war didn't unfold as the plot dictated and Alexander didn't go to the battlefield, what would happen in the future?

I glanced sideways and Alexander was seen sleeping. I just hope my interruption in the plot wouldn't cause a butterfly effect.

Soon, we switched to the drawing room as the sun crawled higher, and Alexander immediately lay on the couch.

"I think you should move to your chamber."

He darted at me and asked.

"Are you going to your room?"

"No, I'll be here."

I sat on the couch and took out a book.

"Then I'll be here too."

I shrugged and began to read. With that, he closed his eyes.

An hour later Count Andreas came to pick us up to enjoy the festival. He suggested changing our clothes into the sons of a wealthy merchant–like, so we could blend more easily.

While Fedel and the rest wore something like bodyguards. Shortly, we boarded the carriage and dropped at the City Square.

A sea of people was seen passing by with laughter filling the space.

Lots of colorful decorations hung all over the place and fireworks kept shouting at each other in the sky. The souvenirs and food stands were lined up neatly.

The smell of food wafted up my nostril, I didn't know what it was but I bet it was something delicious.

"Please put this on, Your Highness."

I turned to the voice and Chislon handed me a brooch with a single gemstone. I took it from his hand and Alexander followed suit.

"What's this?"

"That's a tracking device. Just in case something unexpected happens."

"We understand."

With that, we pin it to our jackets. Chislon clapped his hands and spoke gleefully.

"Now, let's enjoy the festival!"

"Let's go."

Alexander strode ahead and I glanced to the back. Chislon and the rest nodded their heads, beckoning that it was okay.

I followed Alexander and they tailed us from behind; a few meters away–in other words, they let us act freely for today.