Ms. Nine Tailed Fox

Chapter 12

"Father," called a woman with a gentle smile on her remarkably delicate face.

The woman was, without a doubt, a fair lady with gorgeous pink hair and mesmerizing azure blue eyes. She boasted a splendid pale silk dress covered with intricate patterns woven with golden threads, which glided in dazzle with her every movement, showing her unparalleled elegance and sophistry. Despite being a mother of two at the young age of thirty, she maintained a stunning figure filled with youthfulness. When all is said and done, she was a beauty who possessed an enrapturing combination of coquettishness and grace.

Unfortunately, in a world that once beheld a goddess named Natalia and an enchantress such as Rosaline, not everyone is expected to appreciate her divine being.

"I advise you to watch your mouth. I was fortunate to have been called 'father' by the greatest warrior born in Khan's Land. She will be the first and last woman I recognize as my daughter-in-law," Ezekiel's calm voice fell inside the parlor while his unsettling deep red eyes fell on the woman who was calmly sipping her tea.

"It's the empire's delight and blessing to see your majesty healthy and full of spirit," Aynat commented with a gentle tone and unperturbed calmness.

"Cut your pretense. The image of you kneeling and crying in front of Amaris Callenso and begging to become his woman is still burning freshly in my mind. Even whores would be nobler than you, Aynat. What's the use of your pretentious virtue and fake sophistry in front of me now? Speak your purpose and be gone." Ezekiel stated plainly, refusing to entertain the other party even in the slightest.

Aynat's tranquil gaze and tender smile were extinguished thoroughly when Ezekiel's unforgiving ridicule fell. She was fuming inside while her hands clutching the teacup tightened, making her knuckles appear paler and more prominent.

"Your majesty's words are still as hurtful as ever. Since that is the case, I will say it straightforwardly. Give Aine back," Aynat uttered without an ounce of reverence and respect.

The parlor exploded with the loud laughter of an old man, overflowing with unconcealed mockery and scorn.

"You, a mere titled concubine, dare to order me, an imperial elder? Even your father would think twice," Ezekiel ridiculed before continuing,

"This is why you will never be half of that child. Natalia's foresight and virtue, you will never possess them. You are but a little clown."

"Please watch your mouth, your majesty. Time has changed. Your Red Army is indeed the one to be fearful of. However, the combined militia of the noble houses, which support prince Reagan, can and will vanquish your Red Army if necessary."

"Tsk tsk. If you believe that my Red Army is the only obstacle to stand in your path, I would have overestimated you."

"Indeed, I'm aware of your majesty's close relationship with the grand duke. However, house Callenso's tradition of not interfering with imperial succession will prevail, your majesty."

We will see. Throughout history, the house of Callenso had very few female descendants. In fact, that haughty little girl would be the first one to appear in the last five generations. Though she is a bastard child born from a brothel dancer, she is, without a doubt, the treasure of the Callensos. And that treasure just happened to be a very special one with overwhelming territorial and protective instincts. Ezekiel contemplated amusedly.

As soon as the royal consort's declaration ended, the doors of the parlor were opened, revealing a dashing man of middle age whose presence alone caused petrifying oppression for others. Though his golden orbs outshone molten gold and shimmering sunlight, his whole person released an icy chill that came from his raw power and ruthlessness. Along with him stood his three sons; Ihan, Aegaeon, and Deimos.