Empress in a Golden Cage

Prologue

Luscinia's labored breathing filled her sleeping chamber.

She laid limp in her bed, exhausted from the passionate vigorous activity that had just ended.

She can barely open her eyes, but she can feel fingers combing through her hair gently.

A hand softly caressed her cheek, followed by a tender peck on her forehead.

"Nia... I love you."

It was a low voice full of affection.

She felt her stomach churning. She was feeling disgusted by the act of love.

His touches were repulsing. His seemingly sincere confession sounded like a death sentence to her.

She hated this. She hated everything.

But what she loathed the most is the fact that she was feeling good and lost herself in pleasure every time he bedded her.

And she despised herself for feeling warm inside every time he whispered his love to her.

She cursed her heart for beating excitedly when he come to visit her chamber.

"My wife, my Empress, my nightingale, Luscinia. Open your eyes and look at me."

He spoke in a tender but commanding voice. Luscinia had no choice but to obey him.

After all, he is the Emperor of the Marvellion Empire, His Majesty Evron Wulfram Marvellion.

When she opened her eyes, his beautiful face was just inches away from hers. His golden eyes were staring intensely at her.

As she opened her eyes, his luscious lips formed a gorgeous smile, showing his perfectly arranged white teeth.

He kissed her lips.

"You're beautiful, Nia."

Luscinia didn't react at all. But it didn't seem to bother him since he is used to her lack of reaction.

"I'm leaving. You can wash and have a good rest, my dear wife. I love you."

He kissed her cheek and covered her naked body carefully with a soft blanket.

He dressed and called the maids and ladies in waiting.

"Prepare a warm bath for the Empress. Don't forget to be extra mindful when attending her."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

All of the maids and ladies in waiting bowed to him.

"Then, I'll come again the day after tomorrow, my Luscinia. Have a good rest."

The Emperor kissed her forehead gently.

Luscinia weakly nodded, not saying a single word.

Everyone present can definitely feel the love and affection of the Emperor toward his Empress.

They, too, are fond of the empress. But sometimes, they couldn't help but feel frustrated with the Empress's apathy.

She is so loved, but why can't she show her love back to the Emperor? Why doesn't she seem grateful for all the things that are given to her?

She has everything anyone could ask for: the most powerful man's love, the highest status that can be given to a woman, the luxury and wealth.

These are the thoughts that ran through the minds of those palace servants every so often ever since they started attending the Empress a year ago.