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“The Villain,” Evie scoffed, walking deeper into the trees and shoving her hands into the deep pockets of her simple brown dress. “Perhaps he would be less murderous if his moniker wasn’t so ridiculous.” Unless, of course, the name had been bestowed upon him at birth, in which case Evie would applaud his mother for her incredible foresight.
She knew The Villain had burned one of the fishing villages in Western Rennedawn to the ground years ago. The kingdom had been devastated with famine after the loss of fishing for months afterward until they’d finally rebuilt.
What existed at this fishing village? Is it destruction for destruction’s sake? Or was there money? Something magical hidden there? A secret slave trade he was trying to destroy? Someone he was trying to find/save?
“Enough!” he hissed before he pointed a tanned hand to the men searching the trees on the other side of the stream. “Those men do not care that you are an innocent who stumbled into the arms of a demon. They will kill you without a moment’s hesitation, and they will do it laughing.”
The Villain, King of Darkness, Haunter of Dreams, had his arms around her. Worse, even, she was not nearly as afraid as she should’ve been. In fact, she wasn’t afraid at all, so much as she— Oh dear. Was she laughing?
She figured he couldn’t be more than six or seven years older than she was. If she had to guess, she’d put him at no more than…twenty-eight, twenty-nine?
This makes her 22. She is relatively young but seems to be responsible for her family. Why? What happened?
If he’d been around for a decade, he started at like 18 or 19? That’s pretty young!
“Um, yes— The blood’s not great…but I was referring to the fact that you look like you were carved out of marble, and I just think that as a rule of thumb, inherently evil people should be grotesque-looking.” The fury winked out as if never there in the first place, his only response to blink.