Sitting in the garden, just fifty meters away from the hall's back entrance, Arshina found herself in the company of a young boy. His presence served as a reminder of something important that she seemed to have forgotten amidst the chaos of recent events. Despite the turmoil swirling within her, she couldn't help but notice the gentleness in his touch as he held her injured hand, silently tending to her wound.
As I observe him, I can't shake the feeling of familiarity that his presence evokes. He is the brother of the First Prince, an association that fills me with a mixture of unease and curiosity. His resemblance to the Grand Duke, rather than the Emperor, intrigues me, hinting at a deeper connection within the palace hierarchy.
Yet, despite his royal lineage, I can't help but feel a sense of disdain towards the First Prince for his audacity in disrespecting Kylan and me. How had word of our private affairs reached his ears, and what motive drove him to attempt to seduce another man's wife, especially one as esteemed as the Duchess of the North?
Anger boiled within her at the thought of his arrogance and entitlement, fueled by his connections to the Emperor and Empress. I long for the opportunity to confront him, to make him understand the gravity of his actions and the consequences of insulting my beloved Kylan.
i am gonna make him regret his choice of words..should i cut his tongue..
"ah."As he pressed on her wound, she winced in pain, his innocent demeanor belying the discomfort he caused her.
"Where are you lost in your thoughts, Aunt?" His voice was sweet, drawing her back from the depths of contemplation.
"Aunt? Me? Do you know me?" Arshina asked, surprised by the familiarity of his address.
"Of course not. Since Duke Kylan is my uncle, and so as his wife, I just thought it would be appropriate to call you Aunt, right?" he explained, his logic making sense in its simplicity.
"Yes, you are right," she replied, acknowledging his reasoning. "But Kylan is your cousin, not uncle, since you are the Emperor's son."
"No, no, I don't care about the Emperor. He is related to my mom, that's why I call him uncle," he clarified, revealing a familial connection that she hadn't considered.
"And the Emperor allows you to do that?" she questioned, surprised by the informality between the Emperor and his son.
"Of course," he replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Hmm," she murmured, pondering the dynamics of their relationship. But amidst her thoughts, a realization struck her- we are alone in the garden, without the presence of any servants.
"Aunt, will you help me?" he suddenly asked, his vulnerability shining through his youthful gaze.
"With what?" she inquired, curious about the request he was about to make.
"I want to become Emperor. But I don't hold any power for that now... so I need support," he explained, his ambition shining through despite his tender age.
I can't help but feel a mixture of surprise and admiration at his boldness. Such a young child, yet already harboring aspirations of grandeur. And now, he sought my assistance, leveraging his relationship with Kylan to garner support for his ambitions.
"But I am not a powerful thought," she responded honestly,"I am unsure of how much help I could offer him in his pursuit of the throne.
"What are you saying, Aunt... I saw how you threw the First Prince... I was so impressed," he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
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