Anastasia recoiled, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. The balance of power had shifted, and the once-mocking girl stood stunned, filled with anger and resentment. As Elen turned away, Anastasia pushed her so hard that Elen lost her balance and rolled to the floor. "Lady!" The maids shouted when they saw Elen being pushed down by Anastasia. "Ellie!" Elliot and Maxwell shouted from behind and walked faster to where Elen was pushed. Everyone gathered around them as they saw Anastasia push Elen down; they witnessed everything. The maids whispered among themselves, casting disapproving glances in Anastasia's direction. Although Elen had been living with them for a week, they had all treated her kindly because she, too, was kind to them. "I-" Before Anastasia could continue what she was saying, Elliott was furious at seeing Elen on the ground. Her knees and arms had scratches, and blood started to ooze. "You, why did you push Ellie?" Elliot's voice shook as he struggled to contain
The imperial palace was a sight to behold, with its grand architecture and lavish decorations both inside and out. The halls were adorned with exquisite tapestries, ornate chandeliers, and intricately carved furniture. The lush gardens surrounding the palace were filled with vibrant flowers and sculpted hedges, creating a serene and opulent atmosphere. King Felipe Evreux, the ruler of this splendid domain, desired power and influence over his people. He enjoyed spending time with his concubines, finding pleasure in their company. However, none of them had been able to bear him a child, except for the empress, Regina Brosethorn. Early in the morning, the king summons the empress to his office and Regina was shocked by the news. She had always prided herself on her position as her son, the king's only legitimate heir, and the thought of someone else vying for the throne filled her with a mix of anger and uncertainty. As she studied the king's face for any sign of deceit, she found non
The Duke of Windsor and Chiara moved quickly through the grand halls. As they approached the emperor's chambers, the flickering torchlight danced off the knights' gleaming swords, casting long shadows across the corridor. Speaking their names firmly, the Duke and Chiara announced their presence, their voices echoing through the stone walls. After a tense pause, the door creaked open, revealing the hallowed space beyond. With resolve in their eyes, the Duke and Chiara stepped into the chamber together, united in purpose as they greeted the emperor. "Greetings to the highest sun of the empire, your Majesty. May the empire continue to prosper under your rule," the Duke of Windsor and Chiara intoned with a deep bow, their respect evident in their solemn demeanor as they acknowledged the emperor's revered status. "You may rise," the emperor replied, his gaze steady and commanding, exuding an air of regal authority that filled the chamber. "Thank you, your Majesty," the Duke of Windsor
The evening sun fades into the horizon, the maids flutter around Regina, adorning her with opulent jewels and draping her in a resplendent scarlet gown. Her hair is meticulously styled, and a delicate touch of makeup enhances her features. Tonight, she is to spend the evening with the Emperor, and so she presents herself with utmost grace and allure. There’s a purpose behind this arrangement – she intends to broach the subject of his illegitimate son, aiming to sway him into acknowledging another child. A son from her would surely solidify her standing as the Empress. With determination in her eyes, Regina sets off down the hallway, the grandeur of her presence illuminated by the flickering torches. The knights announce her arrival, yet the door remains shut, denying her entry. Her frustration boils within her as the seconds tick by, and soon enough, the Emperor’s assistant emerges, bearing the news that the Emperor is presently occupied with his concubines. “Your Majesty, it is the
In the early hours of the day, the soft glow of the rising sun filtered through the delicate lattice windows of the grand inner palace, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across the high-ceilinged hallway. The air was filled with a gentle murmur as the concubines, elegantly adorned in flowing silk garments and adorned with delicate jewelry, moved with graceful hast into the chamber where they had been summoned to meet the empress.Each footfall, barely discernible against the smooth marble floor, echoed softly as the concubines made their way through the opulent passageway. The faint jingle of their jewelry provided a subtle accompaniment to the rustle of their luxurious silken garments, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance. As the concubines neared the entrance to the chamber, a palpable sense of anticipation tinged with nervousness lingered in the air. The faint, lingering scent of sandalwood wafted from the partially open door, adding a touch of tranquility to th
The grand duke of Adelstein stood at his window, gazing out at Elen and his two sons playing in the garden with their kites. Elen held a pink kite, Max had a black one, and Elliot clutched a red kite. Their laughter filled the air, and for a moment, the duke allowed himself to smile. "My lord," Caleb knocked on his door, holding a letter in his hand. "We have an invitation to the temple, along with the high priest and the Duke of Windsor. I also heard that they're pressuring the temple right now." "How audacious of Dominic," the grand duke said with a smirk. "Very well, let's pay the temple a visit." "But my lord, the temple has also extended an invitation to the lady," Caleb hesitated, knowing the duke's protective nature towards her. "Dominic seems to know something," the grand duke said, his voice tinged with suspicion as he tapped his fingers on the table. "When is the date?" "Tomorrow morning at 9 am," Caleb replied. "Alright, I'll talk with Elen and the kids," the grand du
The grand duke watched Elen as she held the necklace delicately in her hand, her fingers brushing against the silver chain. He could tell she was treasuring it, as if it meant a lot to her. Elen seemed uneasy, and the grand duke could sense there was more to it. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to pressure her. "Don't worry, no one can hurt you," the grand duke reassured her. "Your brothers will come, too." Elen looked relieved. "Yes, grand duke," she said softly. After switching the subject, she left the grand duke's office feeling much better. In her bedroom, she finally felt at ease. "Hey, Lady!" Rami called out to Elen, who was seated on her bed, her gaze fixed on her hand as if lost deep in thought."Huh?" Elen responded, a look of confusion on her face."You've been staring at your hand for a while now since you got in here," Rora remarked, busy sorting through her wardrobe."Really?" Elen said absentmindedly. "Rami, the duke and I are visiting the temple tomorrow. What d
The much-awaited day for Elen has arrived. This marks the second time she will meet the Duke of Windsor and her first encounter with the high priest. Rami and Rora were already tending to her clothes and hair, which would transform her into a little princess of Adelstein. She was dressed in a pink puff dress with two buns in her hair, complemented by pink shoes and a pink bunny bag."Congratulations on becoming an official member now, my lady!" Rora exclaimed, her hands skillfully weaving through Elen's hair."It's not official yet," Elen replied, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of her lips."I'm sure the grand duke will make it happen," Rora insisted, casting a knowing gaze at Elen. "The grand duke dotes on you the most."Elen simply smiled at Rora's innocent belief. She knew the truth behind the grand duke's affections—her powers were what he truly sought, just as she sought his resources. They were bound by mutual need, their relationship a delicate balance of power and mani