Maybe I really am a Villian

“Why are you trying to kill me, Princess…?” The silver-haired boy’s voice was faint, barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. He lay sprawled across the cold marble floor, his body drenched in blood that slowly pooled beneath him. The blonde-haired girl looked down at him, her blue eyes devoid of warmth. “It’s not my fault, Asher,” she replied in an indifferent tone. “This is the result of your own stubbornness. I simply asked you to join my faction… but you insisted on remaining neutral. I can’t allow a wild card like you to roam free.” Asher let out a weak, breathless chuckle, the sound tinged with mockery. “I don’t think… that’s the whole truth, Princess.” For a bri...