As I came to an abrupt halt outside the Emperor's office, I took a deep breath, only to realize I still didn't know his name. But who cares?
I dabbed a few more drops of eyedrops on my cheeks, then pushed open the door and burst in, exclaiming, "Hubby, ow could you say that back at the dining hall? My heart broke when I heard those hurtful words!" But my words trailed off as I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me.
The Emperor was nowhere to be found, and I was left shouting at thin air. My cheeks flushed with shame, and I was grateful there was no one around to witness my mortifying and shameful behavior.
I took a few calming breaths, patted my cheeks, and wiped away the excess water. Haha...
As I ventured further into the office, I was struck by its grandeur. Towering bookshelves lined the creamy white walls, and a massive desk dominated the center of the room. But despite its impressive appearance, the office was surprisingly cluttered, with crumpled papers scattered across the desk and floor. The air, however, was infused with a light, pleasant perfume.
I glanced nervously over my shoulder, , thinking of what I would say if the Emperor suddenly entered.
It's fine, I'll just hide behind one of the book shelves if he comes back.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I began to explore the office, searching for something interesting to read – or, let's be honest, something to pilfer. But it's okay, right? The Emperor randomly kidnapped me because of my appearance, and stealing one of his books isn't a big deal.
Besides, he has so many books and articles, he'll never find out. Unless he wastes hours counting his sheets of paper and books to see if any of them are missing.
I pulled out a book at random, flipping to page 75.
"Hmmm."
But my interest was short-lived; the book was about World War II, and I had no patience for history or math. I scanned the shelves, pulling out book after book, only to be left disappointed. Every single one was about history, geometry, or mathematics.
Seriously, no romance, mysteries or fantasy novels?
I lost interest in the books and decided to sift through the emperor's paperwork instead. That's when I stumbled upon a peculiar sight - crumpled paper balls scattered all over the floor. What could have driven the emperor to roll up papers and discard them so carelessly?
My curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked into the trash can, where I found more of the same paper balls. It was then that a mischievous thought struck me: could there be something written on those papers that had infuriated the emperor?
I read the first few lines.
From: Doom Empire's Emperor, Liam
To: Z Empire's Emperor, Cedric
Oh? So a letter from the Doom Empire's Emperor, Liam, addressed to none other than Cedric, the emperor I was standing in front of. The emperor's name is Cedric?
But where is this Doom Empire? What is that place? Why is it writing to Cedric?
Suddenly, a connection clicked into place - the Doom Empire was Cedric's arch-nemesis.
I felt a rush of excitement as memories began to resurface. I recalled gossiping about the Doom Empire before my coma, but the details remained hazy.
But I'm getting my memories back! Slowly, but still getting them back!
My eyes landed on another crumpled paper, and I couldn't resist reading the first two lines. It was Cedric's response to the Doom Empire, but it seemed he wasn't satisfied with his own words, hence the paper ball on the floor. I couldn't help but chuckle at the prospect of reading more of these letters.
From: Z Empire's Emperor, Cedric
To: Doom Empire's Emperor
This is the reply Cedric wrote for the Doom Empire! But this reply was thrown on the floor, which means Cedric wasn't satisfied with his answer. I chuckled. These letters will be so fun to read. I stuffed the two paper balls in my pocket. I'll read the information in them when I get back to my bedroom chamber.
As I reached for more paper balls, a chill ran down my spine. I felt a frosty presence behind me, and my heart skipped a beat.
"What do you think you're doing?" a cold voice asked, each word dripping with menace.
I froze, my hand hovering over the papers. My blood ran cold. Slowly, I turned around to face Cedric, our eyes locking in a tense standoff.
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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...
