Venus noticed that the man in front of him was not at all interested in her. He's clean cut and very young. His demeanor was polite, guarded, and slightly bored. Part of her was disappointed by his reaction, but another part was relieved. When she gave him a sweet smile, his expression changed. He scowled at her, as if chastising her for her misbehavior.
Was it forbidden to smile at the wedding? She pondered this and reminded herself to study royal etiquette the next time. She was wearing a veil, so she could conceal her emotions. The ceremony passed with her thinking about other things, such as how to spend her boring life inside the palace, how to avoid the royal scouts and sentinels, how to avoid her husband the king at all costs, and so on.
When her veil was lifted, she flinched and frowned. She didn't know how to react to the king; she had just smiled at him and he had given her a scowl. As a result, she chose to remain silent. In reality, she was worried because she didn't know what would happen next. She felt like she was meeting her celebrity idol when she was face to face with the most handsome man in the universe. She just stared at him, attempting to read his expression.
Her husband's face dropped in surprise; she's a little short for an average height, and a huge man like him needs to adjust to get closer.The kiss was tender because his lips were so soft. And his scent...his scent was distinct. All of her senses seemed to be drawn to him, as if he were the center of her universe.
In her world, men were drawn at her beauty. The agency named her after the goddess of beauty because of her appearance and charm. They said she was such an adorable baby that people can't help themselves but adore her. But then it was over, that magical brief moment of insanity, as he came to a halt and frowned into her eyes.
Did she make a mistake? Of course, she was inexperienced because it was her first kiss. She might disappoint him due to her lack of experience in this area. She sighed and turned away, afraid of seeing anything other than disappointment. She felt insecure for the first time in her life.
When she was a child, her smile had the power to lift other children's spirits. However, she believes that those appeals were ineffective in this world.
They were all gathered together in a banquet with other wives and the king's women. She gasped when she realized she had lost track of how many women he had. They were all beautiful and had the allure to seduce him. She felt like a newcomer to a sorority.
They were all seated at the table with the king. In her world, the presidential table was where important guests were seated in a special gathering such as weddings and christenings. The king has already chosen his favorite, the stunning woman she noticed during the selection process. With all of her dark features, she was truly stunning; exotic beauty was the right term in her world.
"The king has been into her since they were children," the pretty lady beside her giggled. "You know, they were childhood sweethearts. I'm not surprised; he'll make her his queen soon," she predicted
She went to the lower seat after the ceremonial toast and some speeches from the new king and the former king as well as the brides' families, including her father. The king noticed her and scowled, but she didn't care because he was giving his attention to his favorite. She averted her gaze from his. Lilet, her robot maid, told her through her implanted device for communication, that after the ceremonial toast, the bride could be seated anywhere, primarily with her family, for the final time.
However, she was seated at the table of another family's concubines. The woman's rank was lower than hers, so she introduced herself as Leyna, but her instincts told her that the she was harmless. Lilet constantly assesses the people around her for her safety.
"What age are you, Your Highness?" Leyna inquired.
"I'm seventeen years old," she explained, she was surprised with the formality of her words. In reality, she was older than that... much older than seventeen, but in human terms and in this world she was seventeen.
"Oh, that's strange, the new king won't take a woman under the age of eighteen in his bed," Leyna observed.
"I guess I'm lucky," Venus replied, smiling. So, the king is not a cradle snatcher; her assessment was correct; he prefers experienced women, such as his favorite.
"No, you're not, Your Highness" she teased her. She frowned, as if she didn't understand her.
"Your beauty is entrancing, and you are the most magnificent of us all. Your father is the second most powerful person in the kingdom after the king himself. You've been lucky since birth, not just today," she explained. She touched her hair as if she was enthralled by it. "You have such beautiful hair, golden like the sun. Your lips and face are flushed. We envy you when you blush so innocently and seductively. If you're of the right age, the king will be blown away to have you."
Venus's face turned scarlet, and she was not used to being flattered. Her beauty was ordinary in comparison to beauty queens, models, and actresses in her world. She laughed and told Leyna she was exaggerating but thanked her. "You're also a beauty," she said, which was true.
The girl was lovely, with her thin lips, narrow eyes, and flawless skin. If she lived in her world and had a singing voice, she could be one of the popular Asian pop stars right now because she resembles them.
"How's the king in bed?' she asked, realizing her question was far too advanced. But the woman laughed, as if she wasn't offended by her question. "He never slept with me. I just enjoyed the position and the benefits of being a king's woman," she explained.
She was about to say something about it, which she took as abuse from the king, but they were interrupted when the scouts arrived. The headmaster requested that she return to her seat. She sighed and sat back down. All four wives were staring at her, and the king was looking at her with his usual wary expression.
She sagged into her seat, not particularly gracefully, but she didn't mind. These rules are a shambles! To her surprise, all five of them will be performing for the king. She was immediately nervous; she didn't care what others thought of her, but she is also vain. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of these people because her spacecraft and dimensional time machine couldn't leave right now. She'll live here longer with bad impression from these people.
"What am I going to do? I can play the piano or guitar, but their musical instruments are different here, and we don't have time," she said anxiously through their communication device "Leave it to me, sweetie. We'll observe the other girls first, and I'm sure we'll get some ideas from them," Lilet said.
The wife on her left side played a harp-like musical instrument, the other sang, and the next did a song number while playing a guitar-like instrument. The favorite performed a dance in their honor. Traditional dance, with graceful moves but seductive. She also changed into a traditional dance costume.
She asked the headmistress to give her time to prepare her costume which she didn't know. when she was inside the dressing room, Lilet appeared and brought a cheer leader costume. A sequined black and red haltered crop top and short skirt. Instead of trainer's shoes, Lilet brought boots.
"Really?" she asked with annoyance.
"You want to show them your pole dancing talent instead?" the maid robot asked sarcastically.
If she does pole dancing, she will embarrass her family, especially her father. The inhabitants of this world were traditional and hierarchical. Women are merely possessions. According to the data she analyzed, men have a lot of women and are very possessive of them. Men are not permitted to touch another man's possession. Much more of a king's woman?
"It didn't say in their book of women's etiquette that men can't look," she said, smiling wickedly "You'll be dead if you do it," Lilet warned and groaned a programmed sounded frustration. But Venus had already made up her mind. She'll combine cheer leading and pole dancing.