A. N. : Edited version of Chapter 12, and yes, this is a much slower version of the older version of the story. The older readers are requested to tell me how they like this new version, and yes, please don't spoil the story for the newer readers <3
I love you all for being patient with me and the story, I hope you like this chapter and this version better <3
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Once the carriage was seen in the capital, the crowd was on the streets, shouting and cheering to their emperor and everyone else who had helped with the catastrophic situation at the west duchy.
"Long live the emperor!"
"Long live the imperial crown!"
While the crowds cheered, the empress looked coldly at her ceiling, as she counted something; her long fingernails tapping on the strong wooden armchair which she sat in, comfortable yet, not in the right place.
The handmaidens looked creeped out by the rather quiet persona of the woman they were forced to serve and call, Your Majesty, perhaps it was the behaviour in itself, the cool and collected attitude that the irrationally emotional woman never really had. So, what was going on?
One of the handmaidens looked at the other, they had received the news of Emperor Alexander's return with the young royals and someone else as well, but, would it wise to inform the enegmatic master of theirs of such news?
All of them looked at the Empress, who still was humming as her fingernails tapped the armchair in an unknown rhythm, and decided not to. Oh, it wasn't for their incompetence that they wouldn't, but rather because of the odd rule the Empress had: if it wasn't about her native home, don't talk unless she asked you to!
These batch of young handmaidens were specifically chosen, again after the empress had dismissed the previous batch of young, noble women who acted as her handmaiden on dishonorable charges. It was a shame for the empress, everyone had whispered, for everybody believed that it must have been her, who tasked these young women with an impossible task and then let them go only to sully their name and reputation; only for that to never happen.
Empress Audrey was still an outsider, those women were still original citizens, and people believed who they could see and reach, not an outsider who was being fed on their money.
But, did it really not bother the empress at all?
None of it?
That was a difficult question to evaluate.
Empress Audrey was rude, akin to some man of a crude nature. One could always find her pointing out mistakes like a disappointed mother, but she surprisingly couldn't act as the nation's mother. Laughable!
Once a poor soul had tried to befriend the rude empress and talked her heart out about how she felt her fiancé wasn't interested in marrying her anymore, and all she heard was, "Yes, that's highly likely, for how you eat like a pig and cannot watch your mouth both about who and what you speak about and to, and furthermore, you are gluttonous. Why would anyone marry a woman as the like of you?"
The poor soul, not to say was completely shattered as Empress Audrey wasn't the right person to seek sympathy and expect empathy from, after all. It was absurd as to wish for demon to walk the path of saints!
But regardless of all of that information, one of the handmaidens, Lady Baldwinous, the second daughter of a baron and businessperson wanted to know if the empress was really that uncaring and as cold as the ice queen from the folklore or was it just a pretense to protect her heart?
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Fantasy!NEW DISCRIPTION ALERT! [ Editing and publishing at the same time!! ] Asher Willow's life had just started to fall into place when one day, out of nowhere he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he died. Weird, isn't it? For such a successful prodigy...
