The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 267: GUILT AND INNOCENCE

Soren’s arrival was announced by the sound of horses and commotion near the camp’s eastern edge.

He returned with his men flanking a ragged group, dozen or so citizens, clothes torn, faces gaunt with exhaustion and fear, some sporting injuries hastily bandaged.

Ryse moved immediately to intercept, military efficiency overriding everything else.

"Your Majesty. What happened?"

Soren dismounted smoothly despite hours in the saddle.

"Refugees. The demon attack drove them into the forest for safety, they fled the burning district and got turned around in the chaos. Territorial Drogars moved in afterward, trapped them inside a ravine. They’ve been hiding for days without adequate supplies before we found them."

His expression was grim. "There may be others still out there."

"I’ll send additional search parties," Ryse said immediately.

Eris heard the conversation from where she’d been maintaining heat for another forge, but she wasn’t the only one who noticed Soren’s return.

Bianca emerged from the medical tent, having lasted approximately thirty minutes, longer than Ryse had predicted but clearly at her limit.

Her perfect appearance was somewhat disheveled, small bloodstain on her expensive sleeve that she’d tried and failed to hide.

But she moved with purpose, intercepting Soren before Eris could approach.

"Your Majesty!" Bianca touched his arm with calculated familiarity, voice pitched to carry. "Thank the gods you’ve returned safely. We’ve all been so worried."

Soren’s expression remained politely neutral though anyone who looked closer would have seen his left eye twitch in irritation.

"Lady Virelya. I wasn’t aware you were here."

"Oh, I couldn’t stay away." She smiled prettily, deliberately positioning herself so nearby citizens could witness this exchange.

"Not when Nevareth needed every capable hand. I’ve been assisting in the medical tent, frost-weaving for the wounded. It’s exhausting work, but one does what one must."

She conveniently omitted that Eris had essentially forced her into that service.

Then came the subtle strike.

"Lady Eris has been helping too," Bianca said with tone suggesting admiration while eyes suggested something else entirely.

"Using fire magic here after... well, everything that’s happened. I could never be so bold. But I suppose when one is accustomed to being feared, such concerns become irrelevant."

The implication hung poison-sweet in the air, that Eris lacked shame, that her presence itself was act of brazen defiance rather than genuine aid.

Soren’s response came glacially cold, polite veneer doing nothing to hide the dismissal beneath.

"Lady Eris has been invaluable. Her contributions have accelerated reconstruction significantly. I’m grateful for her willingness to help despite her own exhaustion."

Bianca’s smile tightened fractionally.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I only meant..."

She shifted strategies smoothly.

"Perhaps we could discuss House Virelya’s considerable support for the crown over private tea? There are matters I’d like to address regarding our family’s ongoing commitment to your reign."

The invitation was blatant, private audience, opportunity to press her suit, chance to remind him that she was Vetra’s chosen match and abandoning that plan would have political consequences.

"I’ll have my secretary arrange something," Soren said with tone that suggested no such arrangement would ever happen.

"If you’ll excuse me, I need to debrief Commander Ryse about the rescue operation."

He turned away before she could respond, effectively ending the conversation.

Bianca departed with practiced grace, having accomplished her public objective, been seen supporting reconstruction efforts, positioned herself as concerned noble, subtly undermined Eris while maintaining plausible deniability.

Finally, Soren and Eris managed to speak without political interruption.

"The district progress looks significant," Eris offered, attempting normal conversation despite feeling suddenly awkward.

"The smith says they’ll have forge operational by tomorrow. Water access has been restored to three residential blocks. Temporary shelters are, "

She cut herself off, realizing she’d just revealed direct involvement rather than observation.

Soren’s frustration flared for half a heartbeat, she’d been working, using magic, exhausting herself further when she should have been resting like he’d specifically asked.

Then it crumbled into resignation.

Of course Eris did as she pleased. Fighting her nature was futile, like trying to stop winter or redirect rivers.

And if he was honest, her stubborn determination to help despite exhaustion and political risk was one of the qualities he admired most.

She could have stayed at the palace, could have let others handle reconstruction, could have protected herself from citizens who still looked at her with fear.

Instead she was here, covered in ash and sweat, using fire magic to help the very people who’d blamed her for the attack.

"You’re impossible," he said, but without real heat.

"I’ve been told."

Mid-conversation, a small figure approached hesitantly.

The child was perhaps seven or eight, dressed in clothes that had been nice before demons and fire had destroyed everything.

She held something carefully in both hands, a bracelet woven from frozen wildflowers, preserved with amateur ice magic that suggested natural talent developing.

"Your Majesty," she addressed Soren with careful formality that suggested adult coaching. "M’lady. I made this. To say thank you."

She held out the bracelet to Eris specifically.

Eris accepted it despite her profound awkwardness with children, had never known how to interact with them, had barely interacted with her own son. But she made genuine effort, kneeling to the girl’s height.

"It’s beautiful," she said honestly. The flowers were delicate, preservation spell surprisingly sophisticated. "You have real talent."

The girl beamed. "My father taught me. He was ice mage before, " Her smile faltered. "Before the demons came. He... he didn’t make it out."

The words hit Eris like physical blow.

Guilt crashed through her with force that stole breath. This child’s father was dead because Vetra needed weapon against the foreign bride.

Because Eris had accepted Soren’s proposal, had come to Nevareth, had become target that required eliminating regardless of collateral damage.

Eris’s culpability crystallized into cold fury, the kind that burned ice-bright rather than fire-hot. She would destroy the Regent Empress. Completely. Utterly. Would dismantle everything she’d built and salt the earth where her power had stood.

But despite her resolve for vengeance, Eris couldn’t absolve herself. Couldn’t see herself as anything but complicit in deaths that happened because she existed, because she’d chosen this path, because once again, people had died screaming her name, some in prayer, some in curse.

"I’m sorry," she said quietly, inadequately. What were words against loss? Against orphaning? "Your father sounds like he was remarkable."

The girl nodded, wiping eyes with the back of her hand. Then she curtsied, clumsy, endearing, and ran back to where her mother waited with expression mixing grief and gratitude.

Eris stood slowly, feeling weight of the bracelet like shackles.

Soren read her spiral into self-blame with the ease of someone who’d learned to interpret her silences.

He deliberately shifted his tone, pulling her back from darkness with calculated lightness.

"You look beautiful covered in sweat, Your Majesty," he said, voice dropping into something warmer. "It’s one of many things I’d like to tell you when we’re together... alone... on our wedding night."

Eris felt heat that had nothing to do with fire magic flood her face. The old Soren was returning, the one who teased, who pushed, who made her feel things she wasn’t prepared to handle. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She became flustered, words tangling. "That’s... we’re in public. People are watching."

"I’m aware." He moved closer, leaning down to her height with deliberate invasion of personal space. His eyes fixed on her lips with intensity that made her breath catch.

Then he whispered something decidedly inappropriate for public consumption, detailed description of exactly what he wanted to do to her once they were alone, delivered in tone that suggested royal decree rather than suggestion.

"I’ve been imagining the way your fire will meet my touch Your Majesty, how you’ll tremble when I take control, how your breath will catch while I push you exactly where I want."

Eris shoved him away, face burning, acutely aware of watching eyes and knowing smirks from nearby guards who’d definitely noticed their emperor’s inappropriate behavior.

"I’m returning to the palace," she declared, voice coming out higher than intended. "Immediately. You can, can stay here and be useful or whatever."

She stalked toward where horses were tethered, Solara neighing greeting as though amused by her mistress’s discomfort.

Soren watched her leave with obvious satisfaction, not bothering to hide his smile.

Ryse sidled up beside him. "You’re enjoying torturing her far too much, Your Majesty."

"I really am," Soren agreed, still watching Eris mount her horse with more force than necessary. "Think she’ll avoid me for the rest of the day?"

"Absolutely," Ryse confirmed. "Which means you’ll probably find excuse to seek her out within the day."

"Probably," Soren admitted.

Sometimes the best distraction from guilt and grief was reminding someone they were alive, desired, wanted despite everything.

And watching Eris blush was infinitely better than watching her spiral into self-blame for deaths that weren’t her fault.