TRISTAN FINALLY got the rest that he deserves after a long night of filing the documents and sending them out to each department, reducing Xerxes' workload by half.
He chose to look through the corrected documents and place them in the authorized pile, while the others were placed in the rejected pile, because he had nothing else to do for the rest of the night.
He'd done it in just 7 hours, leaving him more fatigued than ever; he could feel his limit finally catching up with him.
When Xerxes returns, he dismisses him and allows him to rest in his palace room, which he hasn't visited in more than a week.
Tristan has his own house outside the palace but is he willing to travel far when he is so exhausted to even walk?
Of course not.
Tristan walked to his room, almost dragging himself, and as soon as he reached the door to his room, he breathed in relief and threw himself off the bed, without bothering to change his clothes or
EVERYONE WAS deafened when they heard the emperor's announcement to Bella, who just stood there accepting the punishment. Tristan was tempted to argue, knowing that Bella had served the emperor since his coronation, long before he met Alana. Bella was present when Xerxes met Alana to safeguard the late empress from the noblewomen who are longing for him following his divorce from the former empress, Morgaine. While serving as the empress's lady-in-waiting, Bella oversaw everything in the empress's palace. She was present when the princes were born, she was present when the princess was born, and she was present when Alana died. In addition, Bella is in charge of the princess's inner court. She is essentially the princess's palace's head maid, and without her, they will have to find another who is as trustworthy as she is. And Tristan was well aware that this would be difficult. Also, Bella had become a signific
ALESTERIA SMILED to herself as she saw her brothers running off with the painite in hand, going to her room to show it to Xerxes so they can stabilize her mana. Alesteria was aware of what had occurred to her; she was not actually asleep, but instead astral projected her soul out of her body to give them some time to fix the catastrophe she had created within her. This is the only means she knows of preserving her physical body. She knew her body's power was rejecting her soul's mana, and now that the lock for that mana had been shattered, she was suffering the consequences. No one can see her soul in the same way that they saw her body since her soul was simply a speck amid hundreds of others, only hers was brighter and stronger. 'I did help them get to the painite, but I wonder if it will be a long process.' She thought as she wanders around the room. 'Maybe it will, maybe it won't.' The met
"ISN'T THERE enough greens in her meal? Or maybe we should add more?" "How about this one? Bananas are rich in potassium, so she should eat this first." "Why in the world are you holding a banana right to her mouth, are you a barbarian?!" Alesteria groaned at her brothers' incessant attempts to feed her, while Xerxes sat beside the bed, a file of paperwork in his hands, scrutinizing the food made for her. It's been a day since the incident, and they're still refusing to let her move, much alone leave her bed. All of her necessities are delivered to her, and the staff only give her a half-bath in bed. "Iwt's jwust a fevew. Iwt's nothing too sewious." She commented, trying to stop her brothers from feeding her another fruit. Alesteria did manage to have a fever after she woke up yesterday, causing another set of chaos in the room as her brothers and father yelled at everyone, especially the poor physicians who scurried to the bed to examine her. They said it was merely a mild feve
BEYOND THE walls of the capital, in an estate where the solitude is their friend and coldness has been their ally, a boy with brown hair stares outside the window with a hollow gaze, a man by his side slowly pouring tea on his cup. If one could tell, the man was a bit anxious. The newspaper reporting on the event in the capital has now been circulated outside and has reached their estate. He has seen the newspaper and is aware of its contents, but he is debating whether he should disclose it to his master or let him discover it for himself. If he does the latter, he may be punished for failing to inform him sooner. There is no other choice but to choose the former. The man let out an anxious sigh before pulling a newspaper from behind him and placing it on the table gently, gaining the boy's attention. "Her highness has become the talk of the empire once again." The man commented, earning a slight glance from the boy.
AS THE word continued to spread, Aldrich and Aimilios both gazed at the newspaper handed to them by their own assistants, many of which were articles about their sister, Alesteria.All of the articles pointed out that Alesteria is a villain and that she is not the saint that everyone assumed she was, implying that she has a terrible attitude unfit for a princess.This made Aldrich and Aimilios's blood boil."Who made this?!"Aldrich threw the newspaper across the room, setting it on fire in mid-air using his mana, as it turned to ashes the moment it hit the ground. Aimilios just used his mana to make the newspaper vanish into thin air."Who dare to say such things about our sister?"Their aides, who brought them the newspaper, sighed simultaneously at the brothers' response about the articles pertaining to their sister, the princess."It was just brought to us a few hours ago; it was most likely delayed so that it mig
THE CAPITAL is in a frenzy, with many chatting about the princess-related articles that have circulated, while others benefit from who is the victim and why such a story has appeared, keeping the news continuing as sales continue to grow.Those who attended the tea party were aware of who was the most impacted, putting the emphasis on her.Of course, Margaret is taking advantage of the attention, posing as a damsel in distress."It was awful! I was just trying to get close to the princess because I thought she is as wonderful as the people made her out to be, but it turns out, she's not!"Many of the noble children close to Margaret's age gasped in surprise; her proclamation about the princess made them change their view of the young royal.To make her narrative more convincing, Margaret has a bandage on her cheek and neck as if she was bullied at the tea party to make her look even more pitiful.Margaret organized this part
"I BELIEVE I told you, Margaret, to not lay your hands on our maids until everything is over." Countess Loyfiere, Junifer, said as she sighed in exhaustion. Margaret just pouted and rolled her eyes, then she glared at the maid still on the floor. "But she invited someone who attended the princess's tea party! Because of that, half of the people present didn't believe me!" Countess Junifer sighed once again and passed the fan she was holding to the maid behind her, then she knelt to the floor and grabbed Margaret's shoulders. "But some people believed you, yes? That is enough for us. We can have a backing with those people who believed your words." The Countess said as she smiled lovingly at her daughter. Margaret's soured mood suddenly brightened at her mother's words as she nodded vigorously, a smile appearing on her lips as she did so. "Okay!" The Countess nodded in approval. "Good." She then
HOURS BEFORE the Duchess's party, she had already sent out her invitations days prior and was just reading out the confirmation from those she invited, which includes the Marchioness Sylvestra and Vlyseka. "Marchioness Vlyseka indicated she might be unable to attend the gathering tonight since she had to head to the palace for a meeting," her personal maid and assistant informed her as she read the letter from the said Marchioness. "Of course, his majesty might give her a job after a whole month." She remarked as she sipped her tea. The maid turned to the Duchess. "But isn't that a good thing?" The Duchess turned to her maid and pouts a little bit, which made the maid smile. "Yes, but I will not be able to see her until she finishes his majesty's command." "That's Marchioness Vlyseka, you know her better than anyone." The Duchess only sighed, but she quietly agreed with her maid. Marchioness Vlyseka has been following his majesty about since they were teens, not because she fa