Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

The hours seemed to stretch on endlessly, the day a blur of monotony and boredom as I watched over the inert form of Damon, his body still as he lazily flipped through the pages of a book.

The occasional sound of his page-turning punctuated the silence of the room, his voice barely audible as he muttered to himself, lost in his own thoughts and oblivious to the world around him.

As I watched Damon, his figure a listless shadow in the dimly lit room, I found myself wondering if the prince even did anything interesting.

"As a commoner," I thought, "my life had been one of constant struggle and toil, a daily grind of backbreaking labor and hard-won victories that left little time for leisure or relaxation."

Therefore, I never really had to plan my day or fill it with activities, the hours were used up working for others.

I couldn't help but think of the myriad ways that I could have put such a bounty of free time to use.

But then, what could a person do for fun in this world?

*****

The next day, as the afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Damon's chambers, I found myself once again in attendance to the prince, his body sprawled across the bed with a look of pure boredom etched across his features.

With a languid motion, Damon closed the book he had been reading, his eyes sliding shut for a moment before flicking open to meet my gaze.

"You know, normally, I'd sneak away from you today," he said.

I watched him silently

"I have somewhere to go." He continued. In a few moments.

"Where?" I asked.

"I can't say". He replied.

"Well, if you're asking my permission to go alone, I can't give you". I retorted.

He sighed. "Sneaking would have been much better, but I have a feeling you're not going to let that happen". He smiled slightly. "You're different you know?"

"If you really have to go, why not take me?" I asked.

As Damon considered my words, his expression flickered with a brief moment of contemplation, his eyebrows drawing together in a slight frown as he seemed to weigh the merits of my suggestion.

And then, with a small shrug of his shoulders, he let his face return to its usual neutral expression, his disinterested demeanor a palpable cloak around him.

With a lazy motion, he reached for the book he had set aside, his fingers idly turning the pages as he returned to his reading

"Well?" I pushed.

"I don't know". He said. "If it was so easy to share, I wouldn't go to such lengths to keep my guards away".

"That's the problem". I replied. They were your guards. "I'm more like your peer, I certainly don't see myself as your guard".

He scoffed but I continued. "Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll be more understanding than them".

The room fell silent once more as Damon considered my proposal, his face remaining impassive and unreadable.

Then, with a sudden fluidity of movement, he closed the book and slid off the bed

"Well, if you think you can handle it, you're free to come along". He said and smoothed his hair.

"Handle it," I thought, my fingers clenching into fists at my sides as I fought to maintain my composure, "What exactly does he mean by that?

Despite my reservations, I knew that I couldn't let Damon out of my sight.

"I'll be fine". I said in a calm voice.

"Let's go then". Damon said. He went to the closet and grabbed a cloak.

With a smooth, practiced motion, Damon drew the cloak's hood over his head, the fabric falling into place like a veil of secrecy, shielding his face from view.

With a swift, almost stealthy movement, Damon turned the handle of the door and stepped into the hallway beyond, the click of the latch the only sound that marked his exit.

I quickly followed, my footsteps silent on the cool marble floor as I kept pace with the Prince.

As we stepped out into the sun-drenched streets, the air warm and inviting, the bustle of everyday life in the city seemed to envelop us, its noise and activity a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the palace.

The chatter of passersby and the clip-clop of horse-drawn carriages filled the air, their sounds a constant thrum in the background as we made our way through the winding streets.

And then, in the distance, a carriage came into view, its gleaming carriage pulling to a stop before us

Damon strode forward with his cloak billowing behind him as he climbed inside.

I followed and settled into the plush, upholstered seat beside him.

As the carriage wound its way through the bustling city streets, Damon's eyes roved over the scene, taking in the passing crowds and the grandeur of the city's architecture.

The sunlight danced across the carriage's window panes, casting dappled patterns on the interior as we made our way deeper into the city.

And then, after what seemed like an eternity of slow progress, the carriage came to a halt, the horse's hooves stamping the ground impatiently as the driver called out for us to disembark.

As I peered out of the carriage window, my eyes were met with the sight of a magnificent estate, its grand facade crowned with a sprawling, beautiful gate that hinted at the wealth and power of its occupants.

The property was bordered by lush, manicured gardens, their hedges and trees perfectly pruned and sculpted to create a verdant oasis in the heart of the city.

"We're here". Damon said and stepped out of the carriage.

As we approached the imposing, ornate gate, Damon reached up and pushed back the hood of his cloak, his features now revealed to the two guards who stood sentinel on either side.

The guards' eyes widened in recognition, their faces breaking into reverent smiles as they quickly pushed open the gate, bowing low as they greeted the prince.