her obedient servant. | remarried empress x f!reader

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After getting ready together, both you and Koshar went out to attend the second day of reception. Having overslept until 12 noon, the halls were bustling with guests, the banquet hall being the most crowded. You grunt, telling Koshar to go socialize first because you still had business to do. 

He nodded, telling you to enjoy before walking off to where the knights of the Empire gathered, already passing around beer with happy cheers. 

As you step into the banquet hall, you spot Navier from the corner of your eye, but as soon as an excited smile stretches your lips, it leaves when you spot Rashta talking to her.

"Congratulations on your marriage, sister." The whore smiles innocently, attracting the attention of almost everyone in the room. The look in her eyes telling you she knew exactly what she was trying to do in the middle of this crowd, where people would be looking. 

Of course people would be looking.

It was the confrontation of the wife and the ex-wife after all.

"You used to say you couldn't be a sister to a concubine of a low status, but..now that we are both Empresses, and it has been revealed that my status is that of a true noblewoman, can we be sisters? I'm qualified, right?" She looks up at her with puppy eyes, even poking out her bottom lip.

She was no longer talking in third person, trying to copy Navier's elegant way of speaking. 

You felt disgust running up your spine as you scowl, grabbing a drink from a passing servant before walking closer to the two Empresses.

Rashta blushed, heat rising to her cheeks as if she was happy to attract the attention. 

The Western Empire's first reigning Empress smiles, "If you want a sister so badly, you can be the sister of the Eastern Emperor's next concubine since you would have the same husband." 

You almost spit out the drink in your mouth, choking back a howl of laughter at the suddenness. God damn was that out of nowhere! Perhaps Navier wasn't holidng back because she had a reputation to uphold as the first ever Empress of the Eastern Empire. 

Immediately, the blush disappears from Rashta's face.

Then Rashta asked, as if she was a protagonist of a tragedy, "Are you saying that His Majesty will have an affair with another woman?"

It seemed like Navier wasn't interested in the conversation anymore, "Don't even ask me. That's your business." 

At the blunt response, Rashta raised her eyebrows, looking quite angry.

Did she expect Navier to just accept any indirect insults hurled at her this time? 

"It's true, your Majesty Navier in infertile, so you don't have to worry about anything else."

The line she crossed was no longer something she could step back into. Your gaze darkens your grip on the glass of champagne tightens, jaw clamping down in an attempt to hold yourself back from telling the world of the things she's done behind the scenes. You just had to be a little more patient, just little bit more, (y/n).

When your eyes meet Rashta, she smiles this time, knowing you wouldn't be able to lash out infront of the Nobles and Navier.

Just then, the champagne glass breaks under your grip, the glass digging into your palm as blood mixes with the alcohol, dripping down to the marbled tiles of the ballroom. The nobles gasp as the focus is now on you, and on the blood that's dripping into the floor.

Rashta, who's smile disappeared, looked at you in fear when she sees you grip on a particularly large broken glass piece.

Memories of the day you jumped at her with a knife came rushing back. She could vividly recall the way the knife almost carved her eyeballs out. How she could feel something twitching behind her eyeballs the longer she stared at the glass shard in your hand, tears spilling when she looks at you in the eyes, your pupils now shaped into vertical slits that narrow at her.