The servants were ordered to leave the crown princess's wings by the orders of the emperor, it was a façade that depicted the immense love of the sovereign for his queen and that his entire self was devoted to her when it reality Icarus had known that Layla would not enter the holy temple to get tied to his fate willingly.But even if she abhorred him she must be tied down to him and him only.The muscular stature embraced the female from behind as he clasped the hooks that bound the dark turquoise dress together on her delicate frame, callused fingers glided the skin of the spine as he adorned her, it was like he dared her to escape his seduction. Layla disliked every single thing at that moment yet she could not seem to resent his touch, her teeth sank into the plump pink bottom lip to stop a moan escaping her lips just like that with excruciating slow movements she was robed and embellished with gems from all over the empire.Her fingers possessed seven rings of opal and amethyst
The goddess was the supreme entity that was worshiped in the empire of Ardos and a union between a man and woman must be blessed by the eternal, all encompassing mother under all circumstances meaning that even if there was a war at doorsteps a marriage cannot occur if it was not done in the shrine.Empress mother of Zeyphyr clan- Queen Ciana and noble aristocrats of the empire were summoned by the imperial decree to the holy temple which was situated in the valley of beasts. It was said that the ancient temple was covered with thick lush forests infested by wild creatures and only when Ardos was formed did the temple also emerged.The monarch and his bride kneeled to the statue of the goddess as the holy priest asked them to take the solemn oath of life and death by slashing their palms and dropping their blood together in a vial that was at the end thrown into the fire that burned with its flames rising so high that it almost touched the ceilings of the arena."With the blessings of
1000 years ago from presentA century before the founding of AvestaEmpire of SeclairRegime of King Harwon"Your majesty this is the slave that dared to attack the guard of your imperial palace." Rugged clothes that were even unworthy to wipe the golden shoes of the exquisite beauty that was seated, adorned the body of the slave who could not even see shoes of the female for she was the mother of all nations- the queen that was seated on the throne constructed fifteen steps above his head.Empire of Seclair did not condemned the keeping of slaves or bonded labors despite the practice being heavily criticized by several nobles. The King only seemed to make efforts that seemed good yet in reality were useless.A rebel had thus entered the palace and to send a message had killed the imperial guard but maybe it was the blessings of gods that the eccentric King was out on an expedition and the Queen was residing over the daily court affairs."Raise your head." When the euphonious voice co
PASTEmpire of SeclairA male followed the queen like a lost puppy in rain making the maids whisper something to each other and laugh merrily. It had already been a month since the rebel was released from prison after his punishment and after that he had refused to leave the side of the female, often following her trail and showing his pitiful face knowing that the fairy was innocently naïve and thus could not see his schemes ."Master please take me in as your slave." If someone saw the scene that was transpiring they might have completely misunderstood the scenario or might have understood what Ilaria could not even fathom. The male with glazed ink hair kneeled at the place she was seated and held one of her delicate foot onto his palm kissing it gently to which the female recoiled covering the pale skin of her long legs that was naked as Zyram had dared to raise her skirt and press butterfly kisses upto her calf."P-Please stop!"Ilaria did not liked the treatment that the nobles o
We decided to stay indoors today and I had my laptop so here you go!A queen, the noblest female of the nation, surrounded by attendants and subjects that vowed to give up their lives blessed by the goddess for her but also the most unfortunate being that could not take her own decisions.Born as the daughter of a maid that served Prime Minister of Seclair for one single night, Ilaria had never seen her mother and was rather raised along with the other children of the manor. She wasn't abused, wasn't loved and wasn't paid attention to. She was raised as a priestess to the goddess of the realm, serving and loving the needy and providing for others below her ran in the noble blood thrumming through her veins.It was only after the death of her elder sister who was married to the crown prince of Seclair, she was called as a replacement.Neither she knew how to act like a queen nor understood the depth of the dark inner chambers and fights between the factions, it was like a rabbit that w
PASTVultures encircled the imperial palace of Seclair as rebel forces heavily injured the palace guards and massacred soldiers ruthlessly, half of the royal castle was devoured by flames while the remaining was captured by the rebellion. A single night filled with smoke and ashes was required to crush the dynasty of Seclair, for its last king was dragged throughout the capital city to shame the fallen monarch, some whispered that the insult was so grave that the king would commit suicide, others considered King Harwon such a coward that there was no other way but to kill him to get rid of his malice.The royal court was organized as usual for ministers were asked to be present if they did not wished for a similar fate as their king thus many of them relented and those who did not were suppressed without mercy.Glazed ink hair that resembled spider silk was tousled and wet as if the person had no care in the world as he sat on the imperial throne, after three years of conspiring and
The past is only 5-6 chapters so just bear with me, it will only continue two chapters more or so.PASTTwo months later"What I did was out of love....""We are fated to be together-" A delicate tree branch that had pears dangling from it smacked the face of the Emperor that was dressed in regal robes yet he could neither behead the tree not express the pain he felt on his cheek for it would be an insult to his pride, the delicate visage walking ahead of him stopped for a second, looked back and after watching his red cheek felt rejuvenated before moving further ahead.The servants dared not utter a word, forget about laughing as they watch the scenario which was a daily activity of the imperial palace for it had been two months since Emperor Zyram came to throne.The male held the fur cloak in between his fingers as the woman further walked in the garden filled with roses without listening to a word that he said. Some said that the female was courting death while others called her a
"Your liege...we cannot wait any longer, the soldiers in ranks are questioning your dedication towards the empire." Ilaria was happily humming softly as she brushed the fur of Bluebell-the small fawn that she and Zyram had named together when she heard voices coming from the main chamber.She would have been afraid to eavesdrop if it was Harwon but with Zyram she was almost fearless for he put up with her impudence and was very patient thus she decided to closeup to the door and hear what was being talked about."It has spread in aristocratic cthe ircles and within the militia ranks that the Empress has not let you visit her inner chambers since you have ascended the throne, your majesty must have a heir soon thus kindly accept the opening of inner chambers for other concubines-" A sharp dagger barely missed the eye of the man that was talking, it made the voices stop for several moments before they presumed, for the female that could not see what was happening felt