The Skin Thief

Chapter 67

Kiora

Finally.

Princess Alethia says Kiora's name through tight lips.

"The emperor wants you tonight."

Kiora bows her head respectfully and ignores the sideways glares from the other wives in the line. Beside her, Beatrix leans into Dido and whispers in her ear. They giggle like little girls. One tap from Alethia's cane on the stone ground has them straightening, the smiles falling from their faces.

"The emperor has spoken. You are all dismissed. Lady Kiora, go and get ready."

They all curtsey, then scurry out of the hall, the concubines sighing and moaning in disappointment.

Illyria falls into step beside Kiora. Not wanting to look as though she is thrilled by the news that the emperor, after months, has finally called for her again, Kiora puts on a calm smile.

"Is there something I can help you with, High Lady?" Kiora asks, her voice innocently sweet.

"No, Lady Kiora. I just wanted to congratulate you on finally being summoned by the emperor again. I hope that you have found the last few months away from him enlightening."

"Oh, absolutely, High Lady. I feel as though I've finally discovered my place amongst you."

"Wonderful," Illyria says, then smiles a dazzling smile. "Well, have fun tonight." She winks and Kiora looks away shyly.

Once Illyria has gone, the smile falls from Kiora's face. If the emperor thinks, after falling for Illyria's manipulations and punishing Kiora for crimes she didn't even commit, that she would give her body to him tonight, then the emperor is very much mistaken.

Kiora walks into her room where Sorcha and her ladies wait. They squeal and giggle excitedly.

"Finally, Lady Kiora. It was only a matter of time before the emperor realised how much he missed you," Sorcha says as Kiora takes a seat at her dressing table. She smiles but doesn't reply.

"I mean, it's shocking that he would even wait this long. Everyone knows you are the most beautiful wife here..." Sorcha carries on talking quickly, rambling about Kiora's beauty and grace. Kiora listens and thinks carefully, planning how she is going to work this evening.

Is she going to unleash all of her pent-up anger on the emperor?

No. She doesn't want another ban from the only things that bring her joy in this wretched place. But, she also doesn't want to come across as a push-over either. The emperor enjoyed their debates, he enjoyed it when she challenged him. He may lose respect for her if she becomes nothing but a meek and obedient woman.

Kiora bites at her lips.

Perhaps she could use that to her advantage though, a passive-aggressive fuck you to him to teach him a lesson.

She smirks to herself, then catches her reflection in the mirror. She must admit, Sorcha has done a beautiful job on her hair.

The silver-lilac locks glisten. They hang down her back in gentle waves and tiny, loose braids decorate the crown of her head. Little sparkling pins have been nestled around, catching the light at different angles and sparkling.

She shuts her eyes as Sorcha applies some shadows and liners. When she opens them, she nods her head in approval at the delicate silvers. Sorcha pulls out a red lipstick. Kiora holds up her hand.

"No. I want something softer. A glittery pink, perhaps."

"Yes, Lady Kiora," Sorcha replies. Kiora smiles softly.