Cruel Hearts and Elegant Blades

Chapter 1

She stood in front of a tall mirror in her new chambers.

Every little detail in the room was done with careful attention. Furniture made from expensive and rare varieties of mahogany, carpets and tapestries from southern craftsmen, silver and gold decor. The atmosphere of the palace was permeated with memories of many centuries, from the very first achievements of the new era.

Lady Lunet was preparing to appear in the guise of the Empress.

They had no time to waste, so the very next day after the return of the throne and the clearing of the consequences of the battle, they announced a gathering of the nobility in the throne room of the Divine Palace. The atmosphere was tense and full of anticipation. Everyone had already heard about the events of last night, news of the new Emperor quickly spread.

Lady Lunet was wearing a gorgeous floor-length dress. The skirts flowed down from her waist like raging black and red flames. A comparison of the pattern with the blood stains that had been removed from the corridors and halls this morning flashed through her thoughts.

Gray hair with a blue tint flowed over her shoulders, and a crown rested on her head. An ordinary crown inlaid with snow-white precious stones that cost comparable to a huge estate and several hectares of land. But it was considered ordinary only in comparison with the Crown of Dreams, which was worn by the heirs of the Calestion family – a unique immorite (1), which capabilities were kept in the strictest confidence.

The sleeve of her dress habitually hid a thin dagger, with which she had not parted since the moment they began planning the return of Lord Darnell's throne. The lady adjusted the amulet ring (2), checking its condition, and then calmly exhaled.

Lady Lunet carefully examined her reflection, trying to comprehend her new imperial title. Her posture was perfect, royally arrogant as if she was born for this new life. And although it still felt unusual and strange for her, she was ready.

Lord Darnell was preparing in his chambers.

His tall and powerful figure, created by years of training, wasn't without grace. There was determination in the gray eyes, and they seemed to be much older than himself – at twenty-six he had already experienced much more than he would like.

Forgoing the traditional Imperial attire, he chose to wear his ceremonial black and red armor, adding only a heavy cape with dark fur on top. His sword hung at his hip, positioned so that it could be drawn at any moment. The lord was an image of strength and power, his every move was perfected.

When he left the room, his expression was cold and determined.

There was a slight knock on Lady Lunet's door and she opened it. Lord Darnell stood on the threshold, exuding an aura of authority and power. His gaze instantly roamed over her attire, as if absorbing her breathtaking image, and admiration lit up in his eyes. In a few quick and powerful steps, he came closer, towering over her. His face remained cold and reserved, but his eyes told a completely different story, sparkling with pride and adoration.

Lord Darnell took her hands, raised them to his lips, and pressed a light kiss to them. For her, this moment seemed like something out of a dream. His piercing gray eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was quiet but strong.

'You look stunning.'

Lady Lunet smiled softly at him.

'Thank you, my love. You look wonderful too.'

He smiled slightly and lowered his voice.

'Let's go, my love. It's time to claim what's rightfully ours.'