Chapter Ninety-Three- Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais- 163 yrs old

Franco watched Eva work of fixing a jacket of his that he’d damaged some time ago. It sat in his dressing room waiting for the next time his valet did repairs on his clothing. Eva claimed she felt bored and needed to do something. She’d found the basket and made steady work through it.

A knock on the heavy gilded doors to his private suite interrupted them. “Come!” A door swung open, and Edger enter the space. “What have you Edger?”

“Emperor, we are in a bit of a situation. The court is champing at the bit with excitement. They want confirmation that you yet live and that Tatiana is not the new empress.”

Franco sighed heavily. It had been nice while it lasted. Now his days would fill with the inane demands of courtiers and petitioners again. He’d have less time to be with Eva.

“Fine. Set up an event celebrating my triumph over the murder plot. Gad, I’m not allowed to mourn my life’s partner and o