Chapter 1. Prologue
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Just like there was a reason to have to have longer s*x wih him.
What reason was there to do so? Shed looked down at Raha’s white skin with red marks. He wanted to be frank and shake her all day with his body hammering into her. If that was not possible, he wanted to sleep buried inside her body.
Still, the sight of her sleeping soundly made him smile strangely. Shed slowly swept Raha’s cheek with his fingertips and kissed her forehead.
* * *
The next day.
As Raha had expected, her palace was under thorough surveillance. If she had said that she would have walked around outside, as she always does, they would follow her like fish in line…
The Princess was said to be confined to the inner palace.
As it was difficult for the Kingsguard to enter the inner palace, they chose to monitor Raha’s outer palace.
At first glance, it looked like they were besieging a criminal of high treason, but it did not matter much.
It was not so much about the visible or invisible surveillance, as it was about pretending to be unaware of it.
Now, shaking legs were the problem. She tried to have s*x with Shed this morning and her legs gave out. Because of the pain in her back, Shed ended up holding Raha to the bathtub and then to the dinner table. She felt like a wreck.
But….it didn’t feel bad.
It snowed that evening. The rear garden of the Inner Palace was covered by one large wall, so it could not be seen from the outer palace. Raha sat down at the entrance of the inner garden, and there was a handkerchief on the floor.
“I’m sure everything here is yours.”
Raha shifted her gaze with a smile.
“I don’t have anything else but you.”
It was a quiet evening.
When it snowed, Raha would always sit here and watch the snowy landscape. She had a deep, round cup in her hand. It was a cup of melted chocolate, which she usually did not drink very often.
Snowflakes were fluttering down. Raha pulled on Shed’s arm. He sat down by her side obediently. Perhaps because of the white snow, it was unusually quiet everywhere. She went to bed and woke up to an interesting scene. It was so beautiful that it stung her eyes to look at it.
Raha, who was staring at the snowy sky, suddenly said something.
“I have to stay here for a week, is there anything you want to do?”
“How about you?”
Raha blinked at Shed’s counter-question.
“Nothing in particular at the moment. Hmmm….”
Raha leaned her head on Shed’s shoulder. Blue hair fluttered about.
“I think I like it best right now.”
Raha raised her head as she said so.
“Tell me whenever you want to do anything.”
Raha, who spoke in a generous tone, opened her eyes roundly saying, “Oh.”
“Oh, this is it. I’ll be a tyrant who is so enchanted by his beautiful mistress that I’ll listen to anything you have to say.”
“So it’s sort of an ode to the bedside?”
Shed sincerely smiled in vain.
“You really sometimes..….”
The gasp faded as Raha laughed aloud. The red cheeks that seem to be frozen by the cold energy come into his eyes. Shed reached out and wrapped Raha’s cheeks. Raha raised her eyes without moving.
A gaze that faced still.
Shed lowered his head slightly and kissed Raha’s lips just in front of him.
Raha had tasted the chocolate, saying she would wait until it cooled down to drink it. Perhaps that was why he could taste the weak chocolate taste on the tip of Raha’s tongue.
Shed, who had been quietly touching the cold face, picked Raha up and held her in his arms. He knew that this lady didn’t care if it was cold or freezing outside anyway. The words ‘I wish you dress warmer’ were too much for a slave to say.
It was hectic outside and at the huge Imperial Palace. It was a place where there was no Karzen. The inner palace of Raha, where no one hated her and she was as far removed from the world as if she was in another world.
The snow continued to fall.
Raha watched the world turn white in Shed’s embrace.
She decided to do something else. She had to form a relationship with Shed anyway. She was going to do that with a clear sense of purpose, but strangely…….
It felt so good just to kiss him on the lips.
Really rarely, it was an atmosphere that she liked so much.
* * *
“…… Your Majesty. Is that enough?”
Karzen glanced up. High Priest Amar looked at him nervously.
“Why do you want to know his* personal information….”
“Because he* survived.” (*they are talking about Shed)
At the moment, High Priest Amar had to focus on managing facial expressions. He was able to succeed quite well after many calm words from Raha telling him several times to manage his facial expressions properly.
Karzen, who was carefully looking at Amar, soon turned to the document.
“Kingdom of Morpho in the west……… Was it the place I subjugated a few years ago?”
There was no sincerity in Karzen’s voice. And Amar didn’t dare count how many places the mad emperor had turned into a sea of fire.
“So he was a knight. That’s what he looked like.”
Basic information such as age and name were lost, but it didn’t matter. Karzen wasn’t even interested, because that insincere name, number 192, suited that slave well.
“Because these days, my twin likes that lowly thing.”
“Just in case, get a few similar ones, High Priest Amar.”
“What do you mean…?”
“If you take too good care of your dolls, they tear and break easily. If she has a similar one then, my beloved twins will be less heartbroken.”
Karzen smiled cruelly.
“Ah, yes. High Priest Amar.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Come with me today to the Imperial Palace of Delo.”
In the Delo empire, which was said to have been blessed by God, the ceremonies were much more lavish than in other kingdoms. For example, when swearing loyalty to the emperor, the chief chamberlain could receive the blessing from the priests.
For generations, the Holy Land sent priests of fairly high rank, but that was only when the Empire and the Holy Land were on friendly terms.
It was a situation where one side was unilaterally trampling on the other.
“The High Priest should bless my new chamberlain.”
“Yes. I’ll go.”
“It’s been a while since you said hello to Raha. I heard that she had a question the other day that was difficult, and you couldn’t answer it properly.”
Karzen looked at Amar as if exploring.
“Are you ready to answer?”
“……I’m sorry, but I’m still perplexed by the Princess’s abrupt question.”
Karzen asked in an exploratory voice.
“What was the question?”
And since that day, Raha no longer met this priest. She was also the only member of the royal family in the grand banquet hall who was less free to move than the priests.
She had not seen him since then.
“I asked you what the question was.”
High Priest Amar’s complexion began to turn white.
“High Priest Amar.”
The High Priest Amar finally opened his mouth as the Emperor, with his short patience, asked back.
“The Princess asked…. why? Why did we want to kill the twins…”
“Such………….. questions were asked ……..”
Karzen, who had been observing Amar with a watchful eye, smiled. It was a truly amused expression.
“My twin has a bold personality.”
“All right. I’d say let’s have some tea, but we don’t have much time, so you’d better get ready to go to the empire right away.”
“…. yes. Emperor.”
Amar watched the blue-haired emperor walking briskly away. Perhaps because he had seen so many people brutally beaten to death in front of him, a cold sweat ran down his entire body when he saw that young and beautiful murderer.
Finally stepping away, High Priest Amar ruminated on the words he had heard from the Princess the other day.
“When Karzen asks you, you should reply, “the Princess asks why the Holy Land wants to kill the twins”. I’ll say that too. My twin has a suspicious personality.”
The emperor’s daily routine was to overturn and insinuate that there was no insufficient intentions at every turn. An emperor who did not hesitate to cut off heads and wet his hands with blood.
The twin Princess who lived breathlessly under such a tyrant, watching his moods…
Amar exhaled slowly.
The two silver birds brought by the emperor sat quietly in the birdcage in front of him.
* * *
Karzen led a large procession back to the imperial palace.
It was unexpected that there were priests from the Holy Land.
“It is a trampling on one’s pride.”
Perhaps more than a few people thought so. On the other hand, everyone would lower their bodies more flatly, remembering the ferocity with which Karzen had cruelly trampled even the Holy Land.
Raha smiled brightly as she greeted Karzen. The priests had already headed to a temple inside the imperial palace, and the imperial palace was busy.
“I heard that you walked around with your doll.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Where is he now?”
“I sent him to the Imperial Temple with my attendants, thinking that the priests would want to see him after a long time.”
“That’s very generous of you. Still, it will die shortly.”
“I can save it for myself.”
“Why do you want to save it? If you want, I can start a war right away tomorrow and give you more of those slaves.”
“You just came back today, but want to leave again tomorrow?”
Raha raised her eyebrows.
“Don’t go, Karzen.”
“You are often like a child.”
Raha smiled. Karzen reached for Raha’s cheek and suddenly grabbed the collar of Raha’s high-necked dress without warning.
*Karzen wanted to check Raha’s neck. Because Raha always wore thin, revealing clothes according to Karzen’s taste, but today she wore a modest dress with a high neck.