Chapter 8 - Envy and Power

Each new day brings new opportunities, Aristia thinks as she steps out of her room with resolve. She wants to accomplish two things today:

1. Reading at least one book on the history of the Empire,

and

2. Punishing that maid – Juliana.

As her doors open, she is shocked to see someone else standing in front of her room; not her usual guard.

"Changbin?" Her eyes widen.

"Your Majesty." He bows respectfully. "I'm glad to see you're in good health."

"What are you doing here?"

"His Highness informed me that I will be your personal aid from now on. I was supposed to come yesterday, but there was some... business... to take care of."

"Business?" Aristia inquires and notices the way Changbin is carefully looking from left to right to make sure no one is able to hear them.

Her maids are a safe enough distance away.

"We needed to dispose of your father's body." He whispers, and Aristia is glad she now has Changbin, as she's always thought of him as an open book that keeps her in the loop.

She truly didn't expect Chris to give him to her, and the fact that he decided to do so before their talk yesterday warms her heart a little bit.

Changbin's always been talkative, which she would exploit to the hilt.

"What did you do with it?"

"Burned it. We also made sure to lock all of his guards in the dungeon, to hopefully get some more information from them. The Emperor opted for that instead of killing them."

"I see."

"However, he decided to let one of them go and sent him back to the Kingdom with an official letter declaring war."

Aristia's eyes widened.

"Truly? Wouldn't it have been better to play innocent to buy some more time?"

"The Emperor also thought of that, but Seungmin – one of his assistants – suggested owning up to it and blaming the King for your injuries. Would be better for the people's morale, he said."

"Seungmin... I see." She smiles. "Anyway, I'm glad you're going to be my personal guard. I'll be in your care." Aristia smiles and Changbin's lips switch to a proud smirk.

"I'll be the best guard in the world! You can count on me!"

"Great. Let's go now." She chuckles.

"To the dining room, I hope. I have strict instructions from the Emperor to make sure you eat this morning."

"It's not even morning anymore." She chuckles.

"Even more so to not go on an empty stomach."

Aristia rolls her eyes but follows Changbin to the dining room anyway.

She is on her own, but this time, her food comes out perfectly fresh and tasty. It turns out that starting the day with a good meal sets you up for a good mood.

~

"Alice, grab the third book on the second row there and put it in the stack. Ah, and the fifth book on the 8th row. They seem related."

"I'm on it, Your Highness!" The young girl exclaims excitedly as she picks the requested books and places them in Juliana's arms.

The second maid is now holding over a dozen books that look heavy to say the least. Her hands must've surely gone tired.

"Alright, I think this is all for today. Let's go sit down at that desk over there. Do you know how to read, Alice?"

"Uhm... I do recognise most letters, but I'm still learning." The young maid smiles.

"Great. Then pick up the third book in Juliana's arms and sit down. I want you to know how to read and write. If you feel like you're not able to do it on your own, feel free to say so, and I will arrange a tutor for you."

"Your Majesty! I could never accept such grace... I will do my best!"

"Good." Aristia smiles and pets the child on the head. She's only 5 years younger, but they are on completely different levels as far as maturity goes.

Alice is still an innocent child, whereas Aristia never had the chance to grow up surrounded by such innocence. However, Aristia is aware that Alice was brought up in the Capital, which surely means that she's clever to say the least.

"What should I do, Your Highness?" Juliana asks.

"Oh, you're already doing your sole task of the day. You are to hold my books so I can get them easily."

"But Your Highness, I could place them on a chair, or on a table, or-"

Aristia raises her hand in the air to stop her from talking.

"Have I requested your opinion?" She smiles cunningly.

"No, but-"

"Then stay there quietly, will you? This is a library."

"But-"

"Juliana." Aristia turns her whole body to face the maid. Her eyes are cold.

"I understand you are upset at me, however-"

"Upset at you?" Aristia chuckles. "Tell me, do the insects you pass by in the streets upset you at all?"

"Your Majesty..." Juliana's eyes widen, unable to believe that the Empress compared her to an insect.

"Defy me one more time and you'll wish you'd been born an insect instead." She warns and slaps the top of the book stack as hard as she can, making Juliana lose her balance and drop all of them on the floor.

With a low chuckle, Aristia continues her torment:

"Oh my, look at the mess you made. You should clean that up and resume your position quickly. And be careful, the books are the Emperor's property. If you damage one, you could be punished."

Aristia sits down and opens one of the books, beginning to read about the founding rulers of the Empire. They are described as cruel, but well-respected between the people, and Aristia can't help herself but think that she might be a bit cruel to Juliana as well.

She wonders if she's at least well-respected outside the Palace's walls, since she's brought peace to the Empire. However, with the upcoming war, she starts to worry, and a new plan starts brewing in her mind.

She doesn't pay much attention to it now, as she has something more important to focus on: her health, acquiring knowledge as soon as possible, and making sure she does a good job as the Empress.

After at least two of these conditions are met, she will execute the plan as well.

~

Aristia's days are productive enough; with the library pass, she makes acquaintances with the books in the library and reads to her heart's content. She thought it was going to be hard focusing on her books with Juliana throwing daggers with her eyes in her back, but it was surprisingly easy to ignore her, despite her sighing and fidgeting annoyingly often.

Juliana doesn't even complain much anymore; she's gotten used to Aristia telling her to clean the same spot on the floor over and over again, to carry heavy books and keep holding them, and to even run certain errands, although for the more important ones, Mari and Alice were mostly trusted to handle them.

Despite going to the library and reading every day, it's been a period of resting for Aristia; her back is a bit better, with almost no risk of the wounds opening back up, she has been eating well and gaining a bit of weight, and she's been sleeping well enough during the night.

With a new week starting, there are many things she wants to do: first of all, there's the meeting with Seungmin and Jisung, who will have to teach her how to do her job as the Empress.

Then, there's the matter of the court ladies. Ever since Arabella's been sent away, they've all been living quietly between the Palace's walls, most likely afraid they're going to meet the same fate and have their lives uprooted by the cruel Empress, as they like to shush between themselves.

Although Aristia's never been interested in what they have to say, she doesn't want to let it go like this either. So, she decides to host a brunch and invite them all, to become acquainted properly. It's about time they have a chat.

She settles on a time and place a few weeks away, and begins writing letters, sealing them with hot wax and with the Empire's seal.

~

"It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Your Highness." Han bows, and Seungmin follows suit.

After they introduce themselves, they sit down in front of Aristia's desk. Chris has given her a room to turn into an office, specifically to do her job somewhere outside her bedroom.

"So," Aristia begins, "let's start from the beginning. What should I know about you two?"

"About us?" Jisung's eyes widen. "Uhm, well-"

"We are mere subjects of the Emperor, Your Highness. There's nothing of importance to be known about us." Seungmin intervenes.

"Is that so? I'd still like to know what you two are like. If I am to choose somebody, I have to know who I'm dealing with, unless you'd be able to suggest a different method?" She challenges Seungmin, whose lips turn into a thin line.

Truth is, she already knows who she's going to pick, but learning things about Chan's people is never a bad idea.

"Your Highness, I've been training to become an advisor ever since I was born, as my father himself was an advisor." Jisung replies, his cheeks growing a subtle pink tint.

"What became of your father?"

"He unfortunately caught a severe illness and never recovered. He left us a few years ago."

"I see. I'm sorry for your loss. What about you, Seungmin?"

"As I mentioned, there's nothing of importance Her Highness should know about me. I am but a clever man and the Emperor thought I deserve the honour of serving the Empire."

"I believe the modest look doesn't suit you too well." Aristia attacks, but Seungmin only deflects.

"Regarding your future work, what exactly do you wish us to teach you?" He asks coldly. "We've been doing a very good job so far, so, perhaps Your Highness' efforts would be better spent someplace else."

"See, we don't agree on that, unfortunately. I have enough knowledge in budgeting and accounting, but a brief explanation on how you've managed until now would be greatly appreciated."

"We are in your service, Your Majesty." Han bows.

"Thank you, Jisung. Then, what should I know of?"

The two men begin talking to the Empress, explaining all sorts of concepts regarding the way they've been dividing the work. It's not simple, but it's also not impossible, and with a bit of training, Aristia is sure she would have no issues taking over.

There's a stark contrast between the ways Jisung and Seungmin are explaining things, she notices. While Jisung tries to explain every other term, unaware of how much knowledge Aristia possesses, Seungmin speaks unfiltered, using any term, no matter how complicated or hard to understand.

"So, who do you wish to assist you further?" Seungmin asks impatiently after about an hour. "As you might be aware, there are a lot of things to do, and keeping both of us here-"

"Yes, you're right, Seungmin. Well then, Jisung," she starts, and Seungmin places his hands on the handles of his chair, preparing to stand up, "you may go finish whatever work you have. Seungmin shall assist me from now on regarding this matter."

"What?" Seungmin's eyes grow wide, annoyance plastered all over his face, while Jisung bows and exits the room. "What do you mean? I thought that-"

"What, did you think that you'd get out of this if you acted like an asshole?" Aristia chuckles.

"Like an asshole-" Seungmin replies baffled, leaning back into his chair. "I see how it is. You think that because of that high title of yours, you can act however you please and everyone would bend over backwards for you and your wishes. But you see, Your Highness? Respect is not conveyed by your title, it's earned. These cheap tactics might work on everyone else, but not on me."

"And that goes both ways, Seungmin. You have yet to prove to me that you are worthy of my respect." She answers with a sneer.

"Why me, then? Jisung is clearly a way better fit for you."

"Because you declared war on the Kingdom."

"Is that all? We have a common enemy and now you want us to be friends?"

"Nothing of that sort. I just found it a clever way to boost the people's morale, as they now have a new objective in mind: protect the Empress at all costs. You did well."

Seungmin sits straight in his chair and looks at Aristia, dead in the eyes.

"I will teach you, but only if you manage to solve this issue we've been having throughout the Empire."

"A test?" She chuckles. "Let's hear it."

"The economy's been plummeting for no apparent reason. We are the most prosperous in the continent when it comes to trades, and yet- just look at the Empire's budget, and you'll notice a gap."

"Have you already solved this issue?" She asks.

"Not yet. It just came to our attention the other day when we rummaged through whatever papers we'd use to teach you."

"That's a bit unfair, isn't it?" Aristia chuckles, but Seungmin only smirks.

"Those are my terms. Take them or not, there is nothing for me to lose. You have until the end of the week to find a cause and a solution to this problem."

"Fine. I shall think about it. You may go."

Seungmin stands up, satisfied that he's probably won a battle against the Empress. This is a delicate matter that neither he nor Jisung know the answer to so far, that has yet to be brought to the Emperor's attention, so solving this task would most likely be impossible for Aristia. 

He is almost elated that he won't have to teach her anything. His aversion is very much still there; before, he hated her because she was the King's daughter, and now, he hates her because she caused ruckus by forcing them to start a war when they are still unprepared.

He simply dislikes her and everything she stands for, and this is not going to change.

~

Aristia studies long and hard about this. What could possibly cause the decline of the economy in such a prosperous nation?

She tries to recall every economy book she's ever read, and she reads countless more in the following days, but still, she is unsure.

Could it be counterfeit coins?

That's the only idea that comes to mind as she reads the 15th book on the topic this week, but even if this is the answer, what would a solution be?

Seungmin mentioned explicitly to 'find a cause and a solution'.

Ugh. Aristia frowns and stands up to grab another book from Juliana's stack. She's not complaining as much this week.

She briefly glances through the large library's windows and notices the dark sky outside.

How much time did I spend here today? She wonders, but it doesn't matter, for tomorrow is already Friday, and unless she finds a solution as well, she's doomed.

Of course, she could always study from Jisung, but there's just something about Seungmin that she knows would make him a better fit for her. She likes his ideas.

As she sits back down at the table, she takes one more glance at Juliana and lets out a small sigh.

"Juliana, do you know how to read and write?"

"I do, Your Highness." She replies quickly.

"I see. Put those books on the table and pick up the third one, the one about the noble families. I need you to write a summary for me about every relevant family of the Empire, their children, and specifically, their daughters."

"Your Highness..." Juliana immediately follows soon, her eyes showing gratitude for the first time ever.

"I need your report by Monday." Is all Aristia says. She's punished Juliana enough, and she's ready to finally give her a chance to be useful to her.

Before the maid can reply, Alice enters the library and comes running towards the table, and panting, she tells the Empress that she must go to her rooms immediately.

"Why, what's wrong?" Aristia asks.

"It's an urgent matter, Your Highness." The young girl responds, so Aristia instructs Juliana to see to her task and put all the books back in their place when she's done, while she follows Alice back to her rooms.

When they get there, a selection of nightgowns and lace underwear lays flat on the bed.

"What is this...?"

"My lady, His Grace sent word that he expects you in his rooms tonight, so I selected a few beautiful pieces appropriate for such an occasion."

"Alice... what?" Aristia's cheeks turn red. She examines the clothing once more, and she feels that same stomach dropping sensation she felt during her wedding night.

She also remembers the way Chris treated her that night, how he practically ripped her garments just to show her how easily it would be for him to overpower her, and she shudders.

Does he really want to lay with me?

"My Lady, I think this robe would be most appropriate, as it comes easily undone."

"Alice, you're barely 14 of age! How do you know about these matters?!"

"I have to serve Your Grace to the best of my abilities!" She counters and urges Aristia to get changed. "Besides, I'm 14, not 4."

"Too young!" Aristia frowns but obliges and instructs Alice to get out of the room.

She feels nervous about this for some reason, as she examines herself in the mirror. Sure, she looks beautiful, but this attire is way too inappropriate and revealing!

Ugh, why does he want to see me?

And why do I have to wear this?

Aristia grimaces when someone knocks on the door and pulls her out of her thoughts. She quickly grabs something to put over the skimpy outfit and tells them to enter.

"Your Highness, are you ready to go?" Changbin asks, blushing at the sight of the Empress. Even though she is covered in a robe, he has a rich enough imagination to know what might happen tonight, she thinks, and this thought makes Aristia grimace again.

"Yes. Let's go."

The walk towards the Emperor's chambers is quiet, as the hallways are empty so late into the night. Aristia yawns and suddenly feels tired, realising how many hours she spent in the library the past few weeks.

Even today, she lost track of time and it's now a little bit past midnight. Why did Chris ask for her so late?

They reach the Emperor's room and Lee Know nods shortly before opening the doors.

To her surprise, both him and Changbin follow her inside. She looks at them bewildered, before turning her gaze at Chris who was sitting at his desk and got up as soon as she entered.

"Good evening, Aristia." He greets, then looks at her clothes and rubs his eyes with his thumb and index finger. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"Clothes?" She replies, annoyed. She doesn't understand what's happening.

"Yeah, I can see that, but- oh, God." He goes to his wardrobe in slight annoyance and pulls out a thick fur coat, similar to the one she's worn on her wedding night.

"Well, you asked for me at midnight, so I thought- ugh, nevermind, give me that." She snatches the fur coat with annoyance and puts it on her shoulders, tightening it around her body. "Why did you send for me?"

"It's time for you to hold your end of the bargain."

"My end of the bargain?" She tilts her head in confusion.

"That's right. I gave you Changbin, so it's your turn to give me what you promised." Chris points to the guard and chuckles, and Aristia rolls her eyes. Changbin blushes a bit more, unaware of the deal between them, but he is nonetheless flattered that Aristia asked for him specifically.

"Alright. Here?" Aristia asks.

"No. We have a meeting to go to, so let's make haste."

Chris goes to his large bookshelf and pulls out a few books, uncovering a lever. Aristia watches him with curiosity as he pulls down the lever and the bookcase begins to spin, revealing a secret passage.

"Come on." He urges Aristia to go first, and she does, despite it being hard to see.

They walk for a good 10 minutes until they reach the far end of the passage that ends with a large wooden door. Chris takes out a key and unlocks the door, opening it, revealing a room with multiple other entrances, which indicates that multiple other bedrooms or common rooms must be connected together through passages throughout the Palace.

The walls of the room are covered with maps of the world and bookshelves, and in the centre, a large table with ten chairs around it occupies the space.

"Take a seat." Chris instructs, and she follows his orders, sitting down at the table and looking at the faces of everyone around it.

She recognises some – Seungmin and Jisung – but there are also several men she's never seen before around the palace. Most of them are a lot older than her and Chris, but there is also one man who seems around her age, with pitch black hair and fox-eyes dark enough to make anyone shudder.

They don't bow at her, nor do they bother to introduce themselves, but their auras are all the same; they exude power, and she believes they must be strong individuals that have earned a spot at this table through their own devices.

A grin threatens to spill on her lips at the thought that she has also earned a seat at this gathering of formidable people, at least for tonight, but she is quick to control her expression the moment her eyes dart again around the unfamiliar figures, and she notices the way they are looking at her.

She doesn't pose any significance to them, she's not of any authority, and they don't respect her. Especially the man her age, whose eyes look disinterested in her at best. If not for the golden crown on her head, no outsider would realise she's Empress by these men's behaviour towards her.

Everything changes on their faces the moment Chris sits down, though. The demeanour of these unfamiliar men morphs into something different, and they share a completely distinct look, contrasting the one they've given her. Chris' simple presence projects strength, but in a different way compared to the other men.

The way his head sits on his shoulders, and the way he places his arms steadily on top of the table is so authoritative, it's immediately noticeable that he has the power and that you must respect him, and every man around the table does so, undoubtedly.

Their eyes sparkle with veneration, and Aristia becomes, for the first time in her life, envious. She remembers the conversation she had with Chris, how she told him she wants more, but now that she is sitting at this secret meeting, the feeling only gets amplified a million times.

She wants way more. She wants power. She wants these people to look at her the same way they look at Chris, and she wants a permanent spot at this table.

"So," Chris starts, looking at Aristia. He immediately notices that burning in her eyes that attracted him since day one, and his heart skips a beat. He starts wondering what could be going through her head, what made her eyes spark that way, but time is scarce and there's more important matters to focus on. He continues. "Since we're all here, let's start the meeting."

They start discussing various things, such as problems that arose between the nobles, a possible rebellion which might put the crown in danger unless they take action, and eventually, they move onto the most troubling matter: the upcoming war.

"Aristia, you told me you have some crucial information that might help us. Let's hear it." Chris urges her to speak, and for the first time since the meeting starts, she does.

"First of all, my father's army is led by a very powerful man. He's called the General, and you must've heard about him in legends, as he had won all his wars. All of the legends are true, and he is a truly frightening and strong man. However... in case you battle against him, there is a secret no one knows, a weakness."

"Which is?" Lee Know asks, his sharp eyes observing Aristia.

"His left eye. He's been stabbed in it, and his current eye is a prosthesis our doctor created specifically for him. It looks natural enough to fool anyone, but he has no sight from it."

"That's impossible. You said so yourself: the legends are true, which means he's never been scratched in battle. How would he lose his eye?" Lee Know counters with scepticism.

"He didn't lose it in battle. My father took it out when drunk one night. You see, he was overly fearful that people would betray him, so... he asked the General if he would sacrifice his whole life for the Kingdom and for him, and upon his agreement, my father asked him to prove it. 'How?' he asked. 'You must give me something of importance. Something you truly value. Unfortunately, your limbs are crucial, so how about this?' my father replied, and pulled out his blade. You can imagine the rest yourselves."

"And how did you come to know about it?" Chris asks, and Aristia averts her gaze.

"I was there... when he stabbed him."

"Alright... that's good to know. His senses might not be as sharp on his left side, then." Changbin nods.

"Now, what do you know of his army?"

"Right..." Aristia nods and starts explaining the way their army is divided. She seems to impress most people around the table with the knowledge she has on the matter, as it's truly unexpected. She is even able to give an estimated number of soldiers from when she still lived in the Kingdom.

Most people are amazed, with the exception of the fox-eyed man, whose gaze remains dark and unchanging.

She decides to ignore his hostility and continues telling the men about the Kingdom's usually discussed strategies, their strengths and their weaknesses, and she tries to convey as much information as possible, despite this not being her strong suit. Truth be told, she doesn't know much about the military; it never interested her to read about. However, she does her best to remember what she's heard her father and the General talk about, and by the end of her talk, Changbin and Lee Know, as well as three other men she doesn't recognise that are sitting around the table begin talking about their own strategies, using the new intel from Aristia.

"Do you all know what you have to do?" Chris asks after a little while, observing everyone. They all nod, so Chris stands up. "Alright, then. We will retire for the night. I'll see you in a week from now, unless other problems arise."

He comes behind Aristia's chair and helps her stand up as well, and he guides her back to the passage. He opens the large wooden door and steps through it with her, before locking it.

"What about Lee Know and Changbin?" She asks, noticing that it's just the two of them, but her mind is still stuck on the meeting, and on the new information that a week from now, another one will be held.

One that she has no spot at.

Yet.

"They'll go to their own rooms for the night when they're done planning."

"I see."

The walk back to Chan's room is quiet except for their steps that echo through the long passage. When they finally reach the room, the bookshelf turns back in its place, making it impossible to notice there is something hidden behind it, unless you knew it was there.

Aristia finds it fascinating.

"So..." She starts, pulling the fur coat closer to her. "I guess I should go."

"It might be better to sleep here, or at least stay until the morning."

"Here?"

"Unless you want people to start talking again about how you got kicked out in the middle of the night." He chuckles, slight mockery behind his words. "You asked me to make you Empress, and I'm giving you a chance to secure your position."

"What, do you want to sleep with me now?" She asks in slight annoyance.

"No, Aristia." He sighs. "I'm just thinking of how to prevent any more rumours from circling around you. I won't touch you, so you can relax. And next time I ask for you, don't wear such scanty clothes, and there'll be nothing to fear."

She chuckles, to Chan's surprise, and drops the fur coat, going to the large bed and pulling the covers off to make enough space for her to go under.

"How's your back?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Sometimes it's sore, but Hyunjin comes to apply a salve if I ask for him."

"That's good. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Thanks. Aren't you going to come to bed?" She asks with a frown, noticing that Chris is heading to his desk.

"... No, I don't think so." He shakes his head with a smile.

"Why not? It's big enough for both of us."

"I just have some work to do. Worry not and go to sleep first." He urges her, and she pouts a bit before covering herself with the comfortable duvet.

"Good night."

"Night."

She closes her eyes and lets herself listen to every sound Chris makes. He's not loud at all; sometimes, he flips a paper, or tuts, or sighs, but other than that, she can only hear his breathing.

She continues laying on the bed with her eyes closed for some time, but despite being fully relaxed, it rubs her the wrong way that Chris keeps working instead of coming to sleep.

She decides to sit up and observes him for a while, until he notices she's not asleep.

They look at each other for a few moments without saying anything.

"What are you working on?" Aristia asks eventually, supporting her head on her knees.

"I've been reading some reports from the Capital. It appears a new disease has been spreading and no one knows why. A lot of people have died already. Hyunjin's team is investigating as well."

"Oh." Aristia replies. Once again, she's out of the loop.

She's at least glad that this time Chris is the one to fill her in, and not Changbin.

"What are the symptoms?" She asks.

"Stomach pain, vomiting, diarrhoea, cramps, fever... Hyunjin said it might be food poisoning. There was an issue with a trade a few years ago where the Empire received spoiled goods, and a lot of people passed away after eating them."

"How did you figure it out?"

"We assumed it was a disease at first, we tried treating the symptoms, but as the people kept consuming the spoiled goods, they kept getting sicker. Hyunjin was, at that time, a doctor somewhere in the countryside, and he suggested which food is causing the issue. It's what earned him a place in the Palace, actually."

"That's amazing, he's a very talented doctor."

"He is, indeed. I'm just dejected that we didn't find him earlier. We've lost important people because of it."

"Like... Jisung's dad?"

"... Yeah. How do you know about him?"

"He told me the other day..."

"If only I would've met with Hyunjin earlier..."

"It's not your fault." Aristia tries to console him, but Chris still looks dejected. He looks back at his papers and then changes the subject, back to the Empire's actual problem.

"I was looking at all the reports of the trades and trying to figure out what the spoiled goods might be this time."

"Maybe it's not food. It might be water." She shrugs, and Chris raises an eyebrow.

"Water?"

"Yeah. Contaminated water... wouldn't it lead to the same symptoms?"

"I'm not sure. I guess? I need to talk to Hyunjin about it tomorrow. How did you think of this, though?"

"I'll tell you if you turn off the lamp and come here." She grins and pats the empty space beside her in bed.

Chris chuckles but stands up anyway and comes to the bed to lay down. He doesn't go under the covers; instead, he sprawls out on top of them, supporting his head with a hand while he watches Aristia with curiosity.

"Let me guess, you read about it in a book."

"No, not this time." She chuckles.

The air between them feels light and relaxed, and so she lays down as well.

"My mother's maid has taken care of me since I was born. She was like a mother to me. Since I didn't have the King's affection, other servants mistreated me quite often, if my maid wouldn't pay attention. I would get sick often, despite my food being fresh, and we couldn't figure out why. One day, though, she caught one of the maids washing some apples with dirty water, and suddenly, all my stomach issues made sense. She took care of all my meals going further, until she passed."

"Aristia..." Chris immediately frowns, seemingly upset about the new information. "You've received such harsh treatment ever since you were little...?"

"It's fine. It's all in the past." She says, watching Chan's gaze. Her eyes get adjusted quickly to the dark, and his sparkle in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry... how was it after she passed away?"

"Well ... let's just say that the way I was treated here was light compared to how it was in the Kingdom." She chuckles lightly, but Chan's expression only falls more.

"Do you want to talk more about it?"

"Not necessarily. Only if you want to hear it." She shrugs.

"I want to hear it."

She hums and thinks about how to begin, and a few seconds later, she resumes talking.

"I was given old food most days, and I would be sick often. I wasn't allowed to get out of my rooms much, but thankfully I had access to the library. My father called for me one night and that's when it all started... and it got progressively worse with each passing week. I never knew when to expect the next beating. It honestly broke my heart when he came here and did the same thing. I thought... I foolishly thought I'm safe here." She lets out a bitter laugh that's pulling at Chan's heartstrings.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He places his hand on top of hers. "No one should ever have to go through something like this, let alone a child. And you are safe. You are safe here..."

"What was your childhood like?" Aristia smiles softly, trying to ignore his last words, as they seem meaningless. To her surprise, he actually opens up.

"My childhood?" He hums. "My parents were lovely people, but my mother passed away soon after Felix's birth, and my father was poisoned a few years ago. That's when I got on the throne. I was your age."

"You became Emperor at 18, just as I became Empress at 18." She replies in thought, knowing how much this title weighted on her shoulders. It must've been much more difficult for Chris, whose responsibility was so much bigger.

"Yeah." He lays down completely, putting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes briefly. He feels tired, worn out, but he doesn't think he can sleep.

He never can.

"How was he poisoned?" She asks almost in a whisper, making Chris open his eyes again.

"A noble's son worked as a butler here. They were a loyal family, and that's precisely why their son was sent here, but they were secretly planning a rebellion. We simply weren't careful enough."

"I'm sorry..." She gets out of her covers and lays down as well, on her side, looking at Chan's side profile. He is a beautiful man, she notices once again, and she is reminded of the first time she's seen his face in the church. It feels like a lifetime ago, even if it's only been a year.

Back then, she would've never thought she'd spend a night with him talking casually like this.

"Is this why you can't sleep?" She whispers again, and she decides to move one of her hands towards his head, ignoring her rapidly pulsing heart.

When her fingers touch his hair, she halts temporarily, waiting for a reaction from him, but he simply closes his eyes, so she digs her fingers deeper, scratching his scalp lightly with her nails.

"Yeah. It's a sad realisation, knowing that you might get killed any second, unsure if you can truly trust anyone around you."

Just then, he suddenly grabs her wrist and turns on his side as well, looking into her eyes.

"Can I trust you, Aristia?" He asks, but before she has a chance to answer, he continues speaking. "Tonight, at the meeting... you surely noticed that only important people are allowed there. I trusted you blindly, which resulted in everyone else trusting your words as well. I didn't make a mistake, did I?"

She immediately shakes her head.

"But how can I know that?" He whispers and releases her wrist, showing a sad smile. "Can you prove it somehow?"

"How, Chris?" She asks. Her chest grows tight, as his expression is tugging at her heart. She's never before wished so strongly for someone to believe her.

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, but then begins talking again, and his words simply don't sit right within her heart.

"I guess there's no way to find out before it happens. If I am to die in this war-"

"I'm sincere, Chris. You can trust me." She says with resolve and breathes in, trying to get enough courage to move. She decides to stop thinking so much, and closes her eyes tightly, getting closer to him and pressing her lips against his.

Chris opens his eyes wide and doesn't understand what's going on for a few seconds. Aristia moves away and is glad for the darkness of the room, as her cheeks must be blood red.

"Uhm, I-" She starts, but is cut off by Chan's lips on hers, his left hand finding its way to her waist, holding it tightly.

Their kiss deepens as Chris bites her lower lip, making her gasp slightly, moment when he slides his tongue inside her mouth.

Their tongues touch numerous times feverishly, and Aristia's right hand finds Chan's neck. They keep kissing passionately, gasping for air, when Chris ends up on top of her. She makes space for him between her legs as her hands move to his back, fingernails touching him through his shirt, and when they get down enough, she finds a patch of skin around his lower back, and she slides her hands under.

Chris can't get enough of her sweetness, and he keeps kissing her passionately until he feels her nails scratching his back, and he pulls away to look at her. She looks so beautiful under him, moonlight radiating on her skin, and fuck, her skimpy clothes are not helping the growing bulge in his pants. He wants to devour her completely, to make her his, and his fingers move to the small cord keeping her nightgown together.

He hesitates for a few seconds, looking into her eyes that seem as full of desire as his. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes that enticed him since day one with their powerful, alluring burning.

"May I?" he asks, and she nods eagerly, closing her eyes in anticipation. This is a stark contrast to their first night, when, despite them not sleeping together, he ripped her robe open to show her how easily it is to overpower her.

He doesn't want to overpower her this time, or control her, or dominate her. He simply wants to bring her pleasure, and to chase his own by using her body, as long as she wants it as well. He wants them to be Emperor and Empress, husband and wife, equal to one another as they become one.

Having her accord, his fingers untie the robe that reveal her underwear quickly: a two-piece lacy set that hugs her body perfectly. He touches her breasts through the lace bralette, and she lets out a soft moan, rolling her head back.

"You're so beautiful, Aristia." He whispers, connecting his mouth to her neck, sucking patches of skin and marking her with his kisses.

She arches her back at the contact, and Chris takes advantage of this moment by sliding his hands under her, unclasping her bra. He takes it off swiftly, watching her breasts bounce as her back connects to the mattress once more.

He moves his mouth lower, taking her left breast into his hand as his lips latch onto her right, and he begins sucking on her nipple, while his fingers play with the other.

Aristia squirms under him, trying desperately to clench her legs together as she feels her arousal building up, but Chan's body is still between her legs, so she is unable to move much. However, he notices her urgency, so he decides to spare her of her suffering.

He begins moving his mouth lower, and when he reaches her abdomen, he presses a long kiss on her belly as his fingers entangle the hem of her underwear, beginning to take it down.

"Chris, I- oh, God." She moans as his mouth connects to her core, licking her clit eagerly. She rolls her head back again, and she's never felt as much pleasure before. An unfamiliar feeling settles deep in her stomach, as she moans louder and tries to move away from him.

However, his hands on her thighs keep her in place, and he continues licking that sweet spot until she comes undone with a loud whine.

He begins kissing his way up her body again, and when he gets on top of her, he presses a long kiss against her lips.

"How was it?" He asks, looking into her eyes for any second-thoughts or doubts. He doesn't find either. Her eyes are burning up more than ever, with a passion stronger than he's ever seen before, and instead of replying, she raises her head to kiss him again, and she's the one biting his lips this time.

Her hands find the hem of his shirt and she urges him to take it off, watching in awe how perfect he looks. His body is as beautiful as his face, extremely toned and pleasant to the eyes.

She holds her breath in anticipation as he takes his pants down, and when he presses his hard dick against her entrance, she closes her eyes instinctively and holds her breath.

She tries counting seconds in her head instead of thinking of all the books she has read about the female anatomy and the stinging pain a woman has on her first night, but she tenses up, nonetheless.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asks, touching her face tenderly with his hands and making her open her eyes again and release her breath.

"I'm just... scared." She replies honestly in a small voice, it comes out as a whisper. "It's going to hurt, isn't it?"

"Probably." He nods. "But I'm not going to hurt you deliberately. I'll be as gentle as I can, and if you decide you can't take it, we can stop anytime."

"Do you promise?" She whispers again, and all of a sudden, she feels exposed and vulnerable. All the confidence she had until now, gone, in the blink of an eye. "Do you promise not to hurt me?"

"Yes." He answers quickly, resolve lacing his tone. "I don't want to hurt you. I promise." He continues, pressing a kiss on her neck.

"Alright..." She nods unsurely and buries her head in Chan's shoulder, her hands hanging onto his back for dear life.

He begins pushing in, and she feels a slight pain, but it's nothing as bad as she thought.

"Ugh..." She lets her head fall back on the bed, looking into his eyes, noticing how closely he observes her.

"Can you take more?"

"Yeah..." She nods, and he pushes in some more, until he bottoms out into her. The stretch is uncomfortable, but Chris is not rushing her; he lets her get adjusted to him before he begins moving slowly, and soon enough, his slow thrusts get more momentum, and the pain mixes with pleasure.

Her hands release his back momentarily, until she connects them to it again, digging her nails in his skin softly. She also adjusts her position and moves her legs around his waist, allowing him to dive in even deeper than before and hit an angle she never thought possible.

"You're so good..." Chris praises, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, and with no warning, he stalls on top of her, panting heavily.

He pulls out and she feels something warm dripping out of her, before Chan's fingers find her pussy again, rubbing it. He moves his other hand as well, making two fingers enter her, curling up and touching that sweet spot from inside as he keeps rubbing circles on her clit.

She comes undone for the second time with ease, gripping his arm to signal him to stop.

He does, and comes back on top of her, taking some stray hairs out of her face and tucking them behind her ear, as he kisses her lips.

"Was it that bad?" He asks, and she shakes her head.

"I was expecting... the worst, honestly." She laughs. "You were really good. Thank you for being patient with me."

Chris is the one who lets out a laugh this time. Who thanks their partner like that?

Nonetheless, he is glad she also had a good time, as this experience came as a surprise to him. He never planned to bed her, and the way it happened, the way his heart kept beating faster and faster until his desire became almost impossible to control, caught him completely off guard.

Hell, his heart is still beating way too fast for his own liking, and her plump lips look so inviting, he wants to kiss her over and over again.

"We should head to sleep." He says instead, and she nods softly.

Chris aids Aristia in getting under the covers, and he follows suit shortly, but his body suddenly feels cold, empty, like something is missing.

He turns to look at her again, his eyes softer than ever before, and he grabs her body, making her come into his arms.

She responds to his touch and snuggles into his chest, and they fall asleep, cuddled against each other.

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(A/N) Well, guess this took everyone by surprise?

Let me know if you've enjoyed this chapter!

Love,

Storm