Elder Scrolls: Empire of Blood

03: sour times

The Empress breezed through the crowded halls of the White-Gold Tower followed by a group of her guards and two of her most loyal maids moving like she owned everything and everyone in the room.

Which she did...

As she walked she could hear the whispers of the nobles and others around her gossiping about the new woman her husband was sharing his bed with, this brought a smirk to the Breton Woman's face.

What they all didn't realize was that this was nothing new to her ears the Empress had always known about her husband's various relations for years and his latest conquest was only a small inconvenience nothing else.

She did care at first, but now she barely batted an eye knowing that her husband would have his little fun and then move on to the next pretty face and perky tits that came along it was all an old song and dance she knew very well.

What the gossiping masses didn't know was that she too had her own lover hidden away in the shadows one of the legions finest a general of great renowned beloved and envied by all those who knew him.

On reaching the doors of her husband's private chambers, she didn't even bother with knocking she just flung them open and walked right in interrupting her husband in mid-stride.

Lavinia let out a humorless chuckle as she watched the two women try and hide their faces from her as if she wouldn't recognize her own maids.

"No, please don't stop on my account from the noises I could hear from the hallway you seemed to be enjoying yourselves immensely," she said sarcastically as she took a seat and poured herself a glass of wine.

The Emperor rose from the bed completely nude and fully erect in an attempt to unnerve his wife trying to making her feel uncomfortable and wipe her snarky smirk from her face.

To his surprise, all of his efforts were to no avail for she didn't even flinch she only poured another glass and offered It to him while cocking her head to the side.

"My Lord," she said with a fuck you smile as he took the glass from her hand.

After he had downed the wine he turned to her and crossed his arms.

"To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" He asked her raising an eyebrow.

Lavinia leaned forward in her seat.

"I have come to speak with you on the matter of our daughter," she replied losing all signs of humor from earlier that was now replaced by nothing but seriousness In every way.

The Emperor sighed having heard of the threats she had made to his messengers a week prior.

"The matter is not up for debate," he said refilling his glass of wine hoping that, that would be the end of the discussion.

His wife had other plans.

"How could you not include me in this?" She asked him as she rose from her seat "I am your wife and their mother do I not get a say in their futures!?"

The Emperor turned to her with a look of annoyance and anger.

"I am the Emperor what I say is law, I do not have to bow nor cater to the whims of an overly emotional woman, I am the master of both the Empire and my family and you will all do as I command!" He shouted at her that was followed by the sound of skin hitting skin as she slapped him across his face.

The Emperor stood there in shock, many had struck him over the years but none carried the feeling of such malice and hurt the way it did when his wife had struck him just now.

"Lavinia I'm..." He made to reply but she had quickly stormed from the room in a swoosh of skirts and golden hair.

The Empress didn't look back nor did she know how far she had run nor did she care the only thing she knew was that she had to put as much distance as possible between them as she could.