1st November 1997- Saturday
The next morning, Anya allowed Harry to sleep in for longer than usual, the man having arrived back at the Palace looking shocked and worn out in the early hours of the morning with his maids in tow. However, it was growing closer to the time that he needed to be up to be on time for the daily meeting, so she had no choice but to wake him.
Knock knock
"Master?" She called out, waiting for a few moments, hearing no sounds of shuffling from behind the door or any noise to indicate that the man had heard. When there was no response after nearly a minute, she knocked again.
Knock knock knock
"Master, you need to begin getting ready, the meeting will begin in an hour."
Inside his room, Harry was sitting on the bed, his face in his hands, staring down at the carpet from between his fingers. In his head, he was replaying last night's events on repeat, flushing as he remembered his and the Emperor's final interaction of the evening before the man had left the celebration.
They had kissed! The Emperor and him!
It had been totally unexpected, Harry not having thought that the Emperor felt about him like that so soon. But, he had obviously missed something, because, in a moment of drunkenness, the Emperor had kissed him. It was a good occurrence, it was physical proof that he and the Emperor were growing closer with time, but he would have appreciated a little forewarning so that he didn't embarrass himself as he had!
It was hard to look back on, the way he had reacted, and Harry shied away from the memory, shaking it vigorously from his thoughts.
"Master Harry?!" Anya sounded slightly frantic now, knocking on the door more harshly than she had dared to before, the sound knocking Harry from his embarrassment.
He sighed, standing up. "Yes, Anya, I'm awake. Please call on Amara to help me choose my outfit for the day."
Harry heard Anya's very audible sigh of relief. "Of course, Master. I will be back with her in just a minute, please wait a moment." He hummed in response, collapsing back on his bed in an ungraceful sprawl. He lay there for a moment, simply getting lost in his thoughts once more, before shooting up as that moment came to mind once more, blushing and kicking out his legs with an embarrassed groan.
"Whyyyy!"
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As it was the first day of the month, once again, the concubines of the harem eagerly sat in the hall, minus Jasmine who was still in her self-imposed isolation, waiting for Bellatrix to read out the new rankings. She seemed to have a longer scroll than usual, more like the length she had when Harry first got promoted, so about three or so people's ranks were changing today.
He felt giddy. Would the kiss he and the Emperor shared affect anything? Or was it too soon for any change to take place? Maybe, there had been a change, but It just wasn't enough to push up his rank.
Bellatrix smoothed out the scroll in her hands, scanning it quickly, her dark eyes shining. As she read further, her lips curved up slightly, and she spoke with a put-on sombre tone, mirth tinging it. "It is with great dismay that I must announce this: As Noble Jasmine is still refusing to fulfil his Majesty's requests as Primary Noble, having not observed any meetings within the two months after the official mourning period, as well as having not attended any events, he has no choice but, with great reluctance, to lower her rank. She is to become Sixth Noble, having lost much of his Majesty's previous favour. The Emperor makes this decision on the advice of his royal advisors, as to make the best decision possible in this situation."
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Fiksi Penggemar● Word Count: 175k ● ◇ Ever since he was young, Harry had been fascinated with the Emperor, the founder of the Slytherin Dynasty and ruler of the world. When the chance appeared to become a part of his Harem, Harry jumped at it, eager to figure out...
