With a triumphant smile, I brushed away my tears, already concocting my next move. I would burst into tears in front of the emperor, and if he truly harbored feelings for me, his heart would undoubtedly melt. What man could resist the tears of his beloved?
Joe, who had been trying to comfort me, was taken aback by my sudden transformation. His puzzled expression screamed, "What's behind her highness's crazy grin?"
But my excitement was short-lived. My proud smile faltered, and I realized my frustrated tears were still nowhere to be found.
Joe's confusion deepened as he witnessed my expression change once more. I had no experience in acting, and I was clueless about how to fake cry.
In desperation, I pinched my arm hard, hoping it would trigger the desired response.
"Ow!" I yelped, as a red mark appeared on my arm. But still, no tears.
Joe's reaction was priceless. "Your highness, why did you pinch yourself?!" he exclaimed. "We should bandage that up!"
I was flabbergasted. What? Was he serious?
Anyways, I needed a solution.
"Stop joking," I said, racking my brain for ideas. Then, I turned to Joe. "Hey, do you know how to fake-cry?"
Joe hesitated before responding. "Well, I've done it once before. My girlfriend, Diya, wanted to break up with me, but she had a weakness for others' tears. I didn't want to take advantage of her weakness, you see. I loved her and I didn't want to-"
I crossed my arms, trying not to lose my patience. "Get to the point, Joe."
He continued, "Fine, I used eye-drops as fake tears, and they worked perfectly. My girlfriend's heart softened, she apologized to me and we ended up getting married!"
Eye-drops! Why hadn't I thought of that?
"Do you have any eye-drops on you, Joe?"
As it turned out, Joe carried eye-drops due to his own eye problems. He handed me the bottle and I beamed a huge smile at him. "Thanks!"
I quickly dripped two drops into my eye and my cheeks. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes, turned to Joe, and asked, "How do I look?"
Joe's response was music to my ears: "Like you're crying, but why do you want to fake-cry anyway?"
"Where's the emperor?" I asked him, leaving his question unanswered.
"In his office at the end of the corridor, Your Highness."
"Thanks for the help," I said before pushing the doors to the dining hall open, bolting away down the corridor.
"Huh? What? Wait, Your Highness, where are you going? Stop!"
YOU ARE READING
The Crazy Tyrant Wants To Kill Me(EDITING)
Historical FictionThe crazy Emperor wants to kill me because he thought I was his wife that betrayed him. *** Suddenly, he drew his sword, pointing it directly to my vulnerable neck. "..!" The emperor's face remained impassive, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. H...
