Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

Chapter 89: Levi’s new room

Prince Damon lived in a wing of the palace, a private sanctuary reserved for his royal pleasure and seclusion.

Hidden away from the prying eyes of courtiers and advisors, this luxurious enclave was his haven, a place where he could shed the trappings of his public persona and indulge in his personal whims and desires.

From the moment he crossed the threshold into this private wing, he was lord and master of his domain.

The entrance to Prince Damon's wing was a sight to behold, a gateway to a hidden world of luxury and majesty.

As one approached the massive, gilded doors, a sense of awe and wonder would descend like a mantle, for within these portals lay the domain of a prince, a realm of exquisite beauty and opulence.

The doors themselves, crafted from the finest woods and inlaid with precious metals and gemstones, glittered in the flickering torchlight.

I had never seen anything like it before. My eyes, wide with wonder, drank in the sight of the grand entrance, the gilded doors reflecting the flickering torchlight like liquid gold.

"What are you staring at?" Damon asked, the faintest hint of a frown creasing his brow as he waited for my response.

I looked at him quizzically. Could he not see the exquisite entrance?

"Everything, this place is insane". I replied.

"Well insane is the word for it". Damon muttered as we entered the wing.

As we turned off the main hallway, the space around us narrowed, the walls closing in to form a smaller, more intimate passage.

The air was still and quiet, broken only by the muted echo of our footsteps on the polished marble floor.

The walls were unadorned, the stone bare and smooth, devoid of any decoration or ornamentation.

The ceiling was low, the flickering torchlight casting sinister shadows across the walls and floor, the darkness seeming to press in around us like a suffocating cloak.

Damon pointed to the door on the left.

"This one is my room". He said and pointed to the door on the right, almost directly opposite it.

"You'll be staying there".

Nodding my head in silent acknowledgement, I approached the door, my steps measured and precise.

The door itself was heavy, the wood dark and gleaming, the iron handle set into the center of the wood like a jewel in a crown.

There was a key at the lock and I twisted it open.

With a quiet click, the key turned in the lock, the tumblers sliding into place with a smooth, satisfying snick.

I removed the key from the lock, holding it in my hand for a moment as I studied the intricate design, the metal cool and smooth against my skin.

Placing the key in my pocket, I reached for the handle once more and slowly pushed the door open.

I pushed the door open and just as I was about to slam it behind me, a hand pushed it back,

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"What are you doing?" I replied in exasperation.

He was the one who followed me into my room and stuck his hand between my door and the frame.

"I'm supposed to be with you all the time, remember?" Damon said and closed the door behind him. He plopped onto the bed, feeling very much at home.

I tried to hide the irration I felt and wordlessly but placed my load in a corner of the room.

Damon looked at the clothes with pitiful eyes. "Seriously man, remind me to get new clothes for you".

I gritted my teeth and nodded.

I approached the lone chair with deliberate steps, my feet tracing a careful path across the floor.

My eyes remained fixed on the Damon , a wary, mistrustful gaze. With a decisive motion, I lowered myself onto the seat.

"What now?" Damon asked.

I shrugged. "It's your schedule, I'm just supposed to ensure you're safe while doing it".

Damon chuckled softly. "You seem nervous".

I nodded. "Only because I don't know what to do. I don't like being uncertain".

Damon bit his lip." You're uncertain because you've never done it before, be a personal guard. You've also never had the training, no one becomes a personal guard without the necessary training".

"Why was I picked to be yours then if the emperor knew I had no training?" I asked.

The Prince's shoulders rose and fell in a casual, almost dismissive gesture, the very picture of nonchalance. But as he glanced down, his eyes darting to the side, I caught a hint of sadness in his expression.

"My father wants me to be protected at all times. However, protection comes hand in hand with control. If the guard can't control me, he can't protect me properly".

"So the guards always tried to curtail your movements?" I asked, filling in the gaps for him.

Damon flashed a brilliant smile, the corners of his mouth curved upwards in a smile and his lips parted, revealing a row of perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth.

"Exactly. However I still do my thing which frustrates them, many of them end up resigning after deciding it's an impossible task".

I gave a single nod, understanding. "That's why the emperor picked me. He hopes it will be different since I am a mage and also your age mate ".

Damon nodded.

"So will it?" I asked.

Damon, his arrogance temporarily quelled by the silence in the room, seemed to sink into a reflective state, his eyes fixed upon some unseen point in the distance.

Then, with a heavy sigh, he flopped back onto the bed, his eyes closing as he let the luxurious mattress enfold him in its embrace.

"What was it like?" He asked.

"What?" I replied with a frown.

"Your life before you came here, what was it like?" Damon asked.

I shrugged. "It was pretty normal".

"Pretty normal". Damon replied and cocked an eyebrow. "That's hardly a good description".

It was hardly a description. I didn't particularly feel like talking about my life on the farm with Damon and I knew where this conversation was going.

He wanted to ask me about Zoe.