The empress is mine

Darius- a tragic accident.

"Not a threat Theron, if its coming from the Queen, it's a promise." He replied rubbing his forehead.

"Yes I understand that. So, if she wants to invite me formally I guess I have no chance of ignoring her... correct?" I smiled at him and he groaned loudly

"Here we go again." He said getting up.

"The servant, Raven." I said as I walked to the door.

Most likely he opened the letter after stopping the servant and got pissed at what it said and punched him knocking him unconscious.

I laughed.

"I know, I know. I got him." He sighed and lifted the servant up.

"And ask them to prepare the carriages while your at the infirmary." I watched as he rolled his eyes and walked out dragging the servant.

"Oh well of course Arch duke crest." He said.

I slammed the door after him while laughing.

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I was knocked out.

By what? I don't know. That's all I remember.

"Ugh, what the hell...?" As I looked around the room I realized that I was still in the dining room and still in the same clothes and seat as last night.

There was a bottle of wine, red, on the table with a glass that was filled to the brim in front of me.

What the hell happened.

"Your highness? Is everything all right?" A servant around 5"3 with brown hair with green eyes and glasses came in.

"I need to know what happened yesterday. Call the kitchen." I said pushing the chair out and getting up, walking to her.

She bowed respectfully and walked out towards the kitchen behind me, to call the crew.

I stayed there leaning on the dining table as I observed the room I was barely in as a child.

My suit jacket was on the back of the chair I woke up in. I still remember what those entitled men said to me during my first meeting I was hosting.

"That's the emperor seat. You should know yours is at the other end." One said pointing to 'my chair'.

I ignored him, sat down, and embarrassed him during the whole meeting.

Ha ha.

The table was long, and wooden stretching from one end of the room to the other and it was also centered.

Blue and white banners hang down from the ceiling on the walls surrounding the table.

My entire childhood, from what I can remember at least, I only ate in my room by myself or with a maid.

Sometimes even a teacher if lessons ran late.

But here? No.

I had only just started being invited because my father was Ill.

I ahogues and looked over to the corner of the room. Sunlight, bright, yellow, and orange, was poking through white curtains.