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Chapter 19

"I still don't understand why I have to do this."

This was going to be the second month after the return of my memories. While I expected to receive even more love, attention, and pampering—which, by the way, actually took place—I didn't expect to be forced into training, particularly in swordsmanship.

Apparently, in one of my previous lives, I was among the best warriors, leading armies in battles and emerging victorious. The shock and horror I felt when my mother recounted all this were overwhelming. She even showed me the memory, where I looked all badass, commanding legions with a sword.

The sight was impressive but unsettling. The thought of wielding a sword myself, cutting through enemies, was abhorrent. What about their families and children? What if they were the sole hope for their loved ones? How could I reconcile with the blood of so many that was on my hands in those past lives?

"I already told you, dear. You're going to be empress soon, and you need to learn to defend yourself."

"Then why do we have the guards? Isn't it their duty and purpose in this place to protect me?"

"Difficult little girl. Being empress is no joke, let alone an empress without an emperor. Do you think it's that simple?"

"Can't we just get a stand-in emperor—"

Wait a damn minute. I knew where this was going. My mother had a knack for pushing me into situations I was not ready for.

"No!"

"I didn't say anything."

"Don't even think about it, mother."

"Fine then. Oh, and I almost forgot. I have a big surprise for you in the throne room, and I'm sure you'll definitely love it."

She looked really pleased with herself after saying that. All I could do was shake my head, hoping that she hadn't done something extreme to get me that so-called gift.

I love my mother. I truly do. But sometimes, she tends to forget that she is an Empress and that every decision and extravagant gesture is meticulously scrutinized. Her tendency to surprise me often led to complications that I wasn't prepared for.

"Mother, I already have enough gifts. I couldn't possibly ask for more."

"But I—"

"I'm sure Avannah would love this gift you have for me."

Avannah. That's another story altogether.

After regaining my memories, my relationship with Avannah became even more strained. Our relationship was already fraught, but after that evening, it became almost nonexistent. She occasionally threw me glances filled with malice and disdain, but I tried not to let them affect me. I hoped that her attitude would shift with time, but I wasn't holding my breath.

"We need to hurry because after you receive your gift, I have to meet the Council of Elders."

"Then let's go."

As we walked towards the throne room, she briefed me on the current state of the empire. She talked about businesses, treaties, and some minor issues that had arisen. Her briefing was invaluable. It provided a clearer picture of the empire's state beyond the history lessons and business discussions I had been receiving.

We passed through opulent hallways, decorated with rich tapestries and golden accents. The grandeur of the palace was overwhelming at times, but it also served as a constant reminder of the responsibilities that lay ahead. My mother's authority and elegance were reflected in every corner of the palace.

Upon reaching the throne room, my mother immediately shifted into her authoritative demeanor, radiating a commanding presence. The guards present immediately went on their knees, pledging their allegiance. She sat upon her throne with an air of grace and authority, the room seeming to bow to her.

"Bring in the gift," she commanded with a tone that brooked no argument.

Two guards exited the room, and I could only imagine the grandeur of the gift that required two guards to bring it in. The anticipation was building within me. What could it possibly be? My mind raced through various possibilities, each more extravagant than the last.

After what felt like an eternity, which was actually only a couple of minutes, the two guards returned. However, they were not alone. An additional male figure accompanied them. When my gaze met his, my heart skipped a beat. Literally.

He was perfect. That was the only way I could describe him. His facial structure was chiseled, his muscular build was impressive, and his eyes held a piercing intensity. His hair was perfectly tousled, and his height commanded attention. Everything about him was meticulously crafted, and his sheer perfection was both captivating and intimidating.

He broke eye contact first and walked toward the throne with a confident, almost defiant, demeanor. There was an undeniable air of authority about him, which added to the mystique of his presence. His very presence seemed to shift the atmosphere in the room.

"Mother, so where is the gift?" I asked, trying to mask my confusion and growing apprehension.

"It's right in front of you," she replied, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

OH MY GOD!

"You got me a human male!" I exclaimed, unable to hide my shock.

The male figure, whom I had never met or seen, stood silently, his gaze steady and unwavering. His presence was commanding, and I could sense an air of confidence about him. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel the weight of my mother's impending decision pressing down on me.

What could she possibly be thinking and why would she even bring a male here

"Of course not. I'm not that inhumane," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Instead, I've brought you a warlock prince."

The words hit me like a thunderbolt. A warlock prince? My mind reeled as I tried to process the implications of her gift. What was I supposed to do with a warlock prince? The gravity of the situation began to sink in.

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