𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘/𝐍 x 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔
" 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 "
( 𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘/𝐍, )
And her cowardly husband. After accepting Dukedom, move into a hillside manor, with that, they hired a new firty...
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( 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 : 𝖤𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 )
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"𝐀𝐇. 𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄." A fan hid your sour expression. While the Duke was away, in war. It was your 'mission' to appeal to the empress' delights.
The woman on the throne peered down on you with a smile. It disgusted you that someone like "her" could reach such a high place in society.
Although, you couldn't talk, you were a tyrant in sheeps skin.
"Come, let's take a walk."
Emiel clenched onto his sword, even he. Didn't like the ways of the emperors' young wife. You mouthed solemn words to him, making him let go of the sword.
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"Duchess. I didn't know what pastries you fancy, so I told the servants to bring a variety." Normally, you didn't go near the palace. It was full of 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 men.
"It is fine, you're Majesty." Though, Tatía was backed by the emperor, she had no power when it came to the house of Kastilló. 'The bitch is powerless.' "You're rather, shy. Ofelia"
"Call me Y/n. Tatía."
She was taken back by you saying her first name so boldly. "Cafeful. Calling a member of the imperial family by their first name without permission is a crime."
"Crimes made my cowards are meant to be broken." Emiel sharpened his glare at the now flustered empress. She looked as if she had never been spoke up to before.
"My lady. The carriage is waiting." Emiel informed. Before walking off to the nearby carriage, you turned to the garden table were Tatía sat. "You're a fool. In the coming months. The imperial family 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃, along with the nobles."
Tatía went from shocked to pure rage. "Hah. The timid beauty of the Kastilló's could never. You're weak."
You snapped your neck to turn to her, "I'm glad you perceive me as that. Fucking cur."
Your bold words enraged her, she was set on not using racist terms to anger you in unbelievable ways, but she stooped to low.
A cold smirk made it's way to her pale and unsightly face, "a person of your 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑, should be working the gardens, below us of the whiter tone." She spoke.
"Seems, the imperial family will fall faster than I expected." You discarded her disgustingly racist words with gleem. The conversation had lasted longer than you had expected, with you leaving with the empress' head on a stake—literally—.
She had set it so no guards apart from Emiel were in your presence, no back up for the now headless empress.
"Killing a member of the imperial family will cause an uproar in the capital, my lady."
"And? I'll frame a preposterous noble, she got what she deserved." Emiel offered himself as decoy, or a traitor, willing to sacrifice his rights as a noblemen for 𝐘𝐎𝐔, a wrench showered in men's blood.
His loyalty knew no bounds.
"Emiel." This was the first time you spoke his name without a demand after it. "I will not. No matter how much I hate you." You shook your head in amusement. 'Only if he knew'
