The Villainess Next Life (COMPLETED)

The weight of the imperial pen felt like a lead bar in Alarice's hand. Four years. Four years of this. She stared at the endless stacks of paperwork on her desk, each document a testament to her unending workload. Her eyes, usually sparkling gold, were now dulled by exhaustion, framed by dark circles.
"Your hands stopped moving, Your Majesty." The crisp, polite voice belonged to Caleb Azure al Rizote, her aide, his brown hair neatly combed, his spectacles glinting. He was a beacon of diligence, a stark contrast to her current state.
Alarice slammed her hand on the table, the papers rustling. "I. Haven't. Taken. A. Bath. For. One. Week. GIVE ME A BREAK!"
Caleb remained unmoved, his expression blank. "No. The festival is in a week. We need to finish these documents."
She slumped back into her chair, a sigh escaping her lips. "Then can I just not go there and use that precious week to relax?"
"You can't, Your Majesty," he replied, his gaze disapprovingly sweeping over her oversized shirt, loose pants, and 'indoor slippers.' "You did cause quite a stir last ball, so you must attend the next ball to reinstall your dignity as the Empress."
Alarice chewed on her pen, recalling her last infamous appearance. Dignity? Who needed dignity when sleep was a distant dream and a mountain of paperwork loomed?
