The Solitude of an Emperor [TO BE UNPUBLISHED]

10 : Just How Many Lives?

When she woke up from a body of an old woman who lives alone in an empty house nowhere in the Empire, she decided to end her life as she knows that she cannot make anything with that body. Again, when she opened her eyes from another body, she got insane upon realizing that she had transmigrated to a beggar's body. She would tell anyone who passed by that Emperor Darya was killed by her husband. She would announce that the Emperor Lorenzo was a child of Emperor Esteban from his secret mistress who had become the Empress when Emperor Darya was dead. However, no one would believe a lowly beggar as they regarded her as an insane lowly being who curses the Emperor for her own misery. She was also abused because of this until then she was executed for blasphemy.

In her next life, she woke up from a three-year old child's body of a high ranking commoner. Her family was living in the outskirts of the upper lands of a faraway kingdom where they study alchemy, illegally. Feeling lifeless that she had no idea how to get to the Largoth Empire, she decided to study alchemy in order to run away. After ten years, she died in an experiment she made herself.

So then, she woke up in a completely different world. She could barely see a tree and all the shelters were tall and sturdy. There were many new inventions where they can fly a thing to the sky and they have things they could see themselves and talk to others while they are far away. It was a completely new world. It was so new that she almost forgot the events that happened in her many lives. However, how could she forget the undying love she gave to her husband? How would she forget her responsibility to build her Empire to become the greatest of all? How could she forget the betrayal she felt as if she was killed again and again by the painful love she once thought was genuine?

"Wan, ato, sree, oor, fay, si....." Ayian started counting her little ten fingers. She is still one year old and she is already counting numbers without anyone teaching her.

"Ayian, what are you doing?" Her mother, who noticed her, came to her and took her to her arms.

"...lemin, twelf,"

"Oh my god, my baby must be a genius! She is counting numbers with her fingers!"

"...sirsin!"

It is already her thirteenth life! Why can't she just die and not live anymore?! Why must she suffer from this?! Why is it only her?!

In her first life, she was an Emperor. In her second life, she was a noble lady. In her third, she had become an errand girl. In her fourth, she became an old woman. In her fifth life, she became a beggar. In her sixth, she was an alchemist. Then in her seventh life, she was in what they call the modern world but she died after crossing the street ignorantly. Then she lived another life in the same world again and died in too much studying in a library.

Nine, she was killed by a murderer. Tenth, she became a businesswoman and died in her old age. Eleventh, she died in a plane crash. Twelve, she died because of a disease! And now in her thirteenth life, her family died in an accident including her. She lived another life then in this life... it's the same but different.

"Please, wake up, Princess."

She woke up from sleeping after feeling light taps on her back. She yawned and stretched out her arms. As she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar place and a familiar maid. She could barely remember her name but she spouted a name out of surprise.

"Ejila?"

"Yes? I have prepared your bath, Princess."

She stilled as she immediately went out of her bed and ran to her vanity table who she could not believe were familiar to her.

"Be careful, Princess!"

She climbed to the seat on her vanity to see herself in the mirror and there her eyes went wide upon seeing her silky black hair and her morganite eyes.