The Empress's Revenge

Chapter 25

As I woke the next morning, I realized Barvoscha had already left the room.

Clothes were laid out for me though, at the end of the bed.

A snug white pelt jacket that reached the floor, waited for me with a different type of pelt lining the hem, the wrists and the neck. When I put it on over the black dress with thin straps and a V-neck that hugged my body, the fur tickled my cheeks.

I slipped into black boots with heels, brushed my long hair and put on a pair of black gloves.

Soon, I found myself standing infront of a mirrior.

I looked different from how I looked in the East. My face was slimmer, my skin rosier, and my eyes sparkled brighter.

My fingers traced my sharp jawline and I made my desicion there and then.

I would not bow to Harlow.

Of course, he was the reigning emperor, and the countries were under his rule, but I was the former empress. The future Queen of the North.

I would not bow.

So, I grabbed my black fan, and the door was swung open as I made my way down the hall and through the door behind the kings throne.

As soon as I stepped in, I heard him.

"-Immediatly!" Barvoscha said.

I located the voice and saw a massive white pelt standing infront of the kings throne.

Barvoscha was gesturing to the male servant I met last night and the servant was on his knees, gripping his head.

As Barvoscha closed his eyes and turned away from the servant and to me, I stepped back.

He wore a black suit of a fabric that shone when he moved, the jacket tight against his chest. His hair was brushed back and he wore white gloves, so he looked like a valet from the East, except for the massive white pelt that hung over his shoulders, the golden crown and military medals on his chest.

Soon, he opened his eyes and saw me.

"My queen." He said, striding over, assessing me and my outfit.

"What do you think?" I asked, giving him a twirl and a smirk.

A blush appeared on his pale face as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in so no one could hear his words.

"You look like a goddess."

Now it was my turn to blush as I lightly kissed my future husband's cheeks.

"Whats going on here?" I asked him, gesturing to the wimpering servant.

Barvoscha said nothing and looked away.

"Your majesty." I repeated.

"I would prefer to be called by my name." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

I sighed and wrapped by hands around his arm.

"Barvoscha."

He blushed and looked down at me then sighed.

"I'm punishing the servant."

I shook my head. "He wasnt the one who poisoned me."

Barvoscha nodded. "That is accurate, but he hasn't told me who poisoned you and he served you the drinks."

The King of the North started to turn back to the servant, but I needed to think fast.

The Northerners were cold people, but they had to bow to the monarchy. I would be part of the monarchy, so I would need to earn respect, and show the citizens I wouldnt be pushed over.