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SOMETHING BROKE💔
Time stopped at that very moment. She was about ninety nine percent sure of the fact. Well, she had no evidence except for the fact that no one moved at her appearance to prove that. She had been expecting no one to be with him for Xiera had assured her that all his guests were gone. Anyways, he was right there, afore her, staring straight at her. He was in the company of some of the seven empress candidates who she recognized as Hera-Mera, Colette and Helen. Colette was displaying her dancing skills. All eyes turned on her the moment she stepped in and she didn't know how to react to that.
'What are you wearing?' the Emperor asked her- his voice loud after about a year of staring at her.
'A dress,' she answered him curtly, not at all pleased with his reception.
'Good,' he said to her. 'Now take it off,' he commanded.
'Why?' she demanded. Why was he getting angry at her? Was it because she'd interrupted his little party?
'I said so, now do it!' he ordered her rising to his feet.
'I won't.' Everywhere grew silent at her reply. The Emperor matched towards her and she knew -just knew- what he would do to the pretty white dress. She began to back away from him with her fear slightly showing on her face. He halted then at her obvious retreat.
'Do you understand?' he thundered. She glared at him, seething.
'Beast!' she spat at him. Then, she turned and ran, tears in her eyes. Xiera bowed to him then went after her lady. He stared at their direction of departure for a while, trying to calm himself down.
'Cora!' he called.
'Yes My Lord,' she replied in a hasty voice. He turned to her for she was just behind him.
'Who made her new wardrobe?' he bellowed with impatience.
'I think it was seamstress Sylma My Lord,' was her reply.
'You think or you know for sure?' he inquired. She hesitated.
'I know so My Lord. I am sure of it,' she assured him in a shaky voice. He sighed audibly.
'Relieve her of her duties this instant. As of this moment, she has nothing to do with the Palace. See to it now!' he ordered terrifyingly.
'Yes My Lord. I shall do so this instant,' Cora said to him. He seemed satisfied with her reply for he turned and walked away. He went up the stairs to his quarters. He found Xiera just outside the bedroom door. She paid obeisance to him. 'Where is your Mistress?' he asked her.
'She is inside the bedroom My Lord,' she provided. He began to open the door but stopped and then turned back to her.
'How is she?'
'Broken,' was Xiera's only reply. He sighed and went into the bedroom feeling tense and simply guilty.
She knew it was him the moment he entered the room. It was not because he was the only one who could come in without knocking but because his unique scent wafted into her nostrils, as strong as steel probably because she had been deprived of it all morning. She wondered why he had followed her here after his mad display of unwarranted anger. Why then was he chasing her when he had been the one who sent her away?
'Mine,' he said to her from a distance with a cautious voice that revealed that he was treading dangerous waters. She didn't answer him, didn't stir, didn't lift her head. She did absolutely nothing to acknowledge his presence. 'Please take off that dress,' he pleaded with her. That garnered a reaction from her for she sat up in bed and turned to him then, spiteful, full of venom like a fierce spitting cobra, ever ready.
'Why should I? There is nothing wrong with it! Everyone has complimented it except you! You!' She accused him getting to her feet and raving at him fearlessly. She was slightly out of breath when she was done with her chest going up and down, heaving.
'Please just take it off,' he told her, a desperate plea in his voice.
'Well I will not! I don't care what you think, I will not do so!'
'Do not be so stubborn about it!' he snapped angrily at her. 'Stop trying to infuriate me Mine!'
'You think you don't do same to me?! Well, you do! You infuriate me to hell! You stoke my anger every single time we collide! You want me one second then you discard me the other! What am I? What am I to you! What do you take me for? Am I a joke to you?! Am I a fucking joke?!' she vomited very quickly, bathing him in the liquid fire of her words.
'Look Mine I am just angry becau-' he began when she interrupted him rudely.
'You are angry?! Is this because of the dress and not because I crashed your little party?!' she demanded. He understood then why she was adamant and annoyed. She never dressed up even when he forced her. But, today she was all doled up and dandified and she had come to meet him. She had tried to look good for him and he had turned her out so crudely in front of everyone, especially the same ladies she was so jealous of the day before. He was sure that must have surely hurt her feminine pride and ego. She had done all that for him yet he had disappointed her. He sighed inaudibly in frustration. She must think he had turned her out because she had crashed his little party as she thought when it was for another reason entirely.
'It is not that Mine.'
'I don't care!'
'Will you let me explain?!' he bellowed at her in a terrifying voice that made her grow still for a moment, her blood congealing at its ruthlessness. 'Will you?' he asked her then in a more considerate voice.
'Then do so! Explain it all so I can understand you better!' she snapped at him.
'As I said Sweet Rose, it's not about you. It is solely about the dress, that white thing.'
'Well,' she began calmly. 'It's on me! It's on me!! The dress is on me!' she emphasized. 'So will you leave me alone and go back to your little party that I am not sorry I crashed. They haven't even been here for scarcely a day and they are already entertaining you with dances. Soon they would be here, tearing your clothes off!' she remarked choking back a sob. She turned away from him. He groaned and went to her. He whirled her around and took her by surprise with a deep kiss. He kissed her long and hard. It was a kiss filled with anger and frustration yet arousing want and passion, all the forbidden emotions that revolved around them, circumambient.
'I hate to see you in white sweet Rose,' he told her the moment he lifted his lips from hers, their faces only some millimetres apart. She stared at him, completely breathless. She instantly remembered then the night of her last escape. He had been mad at her dress. He had detested the dress so much that he had tore it apart, away from her body. It had been white. He couldn't hate white on her. Could he? But her towels were white. Her undergarments were all strictly white or scarcely black. Even his shirts which she wore were all white. She was almost always in white wasn't she? So, what was he trying to say? That he hated white on her only when it was a dress? And why on earth was it that way?
'Why?' she asked him, now more curious than angry.
'It is because you died in white,' was his reply. She stared at him in puzzlement. What was he saying? She died? In white? Wait! Who died? She?! He must be joking. He must be cooking up some sort of nonsense to feed her in the hopes of pacifying her. And she was not buying it because he was absolutely making no sense to her! None at all!
'I died in white?' she asked him, befuddled by his words. 'That doesn't make sense, you know?'
'I assure you that not everything does my sweet Rose. Somethings are better left unsaid Mine,' he said stroking her smooth cheeks. 'So, please, don't ask me again.' She nodded only in faint understanding, hypnotized by his melanous eyes. He turned her around and unzipped the dress. He didn't tear it off her like he had done before. He removed it with care and allowed it to pool at her feet. He gently lifted her out of it. She clung to him, still staring straight into his eyes as he did so. He set her down away from the dress, letting her slide down his body. They held each other's gazes as something sparked to life between them. 'Sweet Rose,' was the only thing he managed to whisper before he ravaged her mouth, kissing her with a wild and wanton abandon. She returned the kiss, trying to match his reckless intensity. He dove deeper, trying to touch her soul through her mouth. She moaned against his lips as he did so, pressing her as close as possible to his body, to him.
'Gideon,' she moaned against his lips as torrents of sensations and emotions passed through her like a tornado, eating her up, taking her sanity with it. His mouth left hers planting kisses on her face, her neck, leaving wet trails to her cleavage which he kissed and tongued mercilessly, setting her on fire, hot and charring. He suddenly stepped back. She stared at him questioningly, still holding unto him.
'Wear another dress and come to me Mine,' he told her. She watched as he vanished into the dressing room and returned with a blue dress from her wardrobe. 'This is pretty,' he told her. 'You should wear this.'
'I will,' she promised. They shared wonderful smiles.
'Thank you,' he said to her. He turned towards the door.
'You promised me a tour,' he turned to her then, 'of your throne room.'
'You want that tour?' he asked her once again. 'Now?' She nodded. 'Then I will be in the living room awaiting you. And Mine, I will send them all away so they don't go pass dancing with me.' She nodded once again genuinely pleased.
'Did you have breakfast?' she asked him the moment he turned to leave the room. He shook his head then, looking at her.
'No I have not,' he answered truthfully. She sighed. He hadn't? Those bitches dared to keep him in their company, hungry?! Oh, she would so get back at them, skin each of them alive when she got the slightest chance to do so.
'Then you must do so,' she advised him. 'You shouldn't go around on an empty stomach you know?' she chided him. 'Send for me when you are done,' she requested. He smiled radiantly at her.
'My sweet Rose,' he began with a smile. 'It is alright. I will do just as you have spoken. I shall have breakfast first and then I will send for you when I am done,' he assured her. She nodded with a smile.
'Good, good, I'll be waiting right here for you.' Then, he turned and left. She resumed sitting on the round bed, holding her lips which still felt tingly from the kiss he had just given her, sweetly elated. She began to giggle like a pleased puppy. She finally stood after a while and got into the blue dress that he had chosen for her.
After that, she went to Xiera who kept her company with an exciting game of chess. She didn't realize how much time had passed until Hyeera returned to his quarters with maids, bearing lunch. She agnized then that it had been almost four hours since she last saw him as she had been taken by the chess game. He on the other hand had also failed to send for her as he had promised her. She turned to Hyeera.
'Where is your master?' she asked the lady who was directing the maids on how to lay the lunch table for her in the living room area of his quarters, his private living room where she and Xiera were playing chess.
'I am not quite certain My Lady. But, I am sure he is nearby.'
'Xiera,' she called turning to the warrior.
'Yes My Lady,' she answered getting to her feet swiftly.
'Go and find out where the Emperor is at this moment and report it to me,' she ordered him.
'Your wish is my command My Lady,' she said and left to do just as her Lady had bid her. She was halfway through lunch when Xiera returned to her. She acknowledged the lady's bow and stared expectantly at her for her message's reply.
'My Lady.'
'Yes?' she urged impatiently with narrowed eyes.
'He is having lunch with Princess Hera-Mera Dracon My Lady,' Xiera informed her. It was at that moment that something broke. She had initially thought that it was her heart until Hyeera gently took the broken glass flute that she had smashed on the lunch table from her hands. She took a bowl of water and immersed her lady's hands into it, inspecting it. It was thankfully void of wounds.
'He promised,' she whispered softly, pained and enraged.
'My Lady?' both Hyeera and Xiera asked, unsure of what she had said so inaudibly.
'Take me to him Xiera,' she said to her personal aide as she lifted her palm to her to take.
'Yes My Lady,' Xiera said as she took the palm and helped her Lady to her feet as quick as possible.
'My Lady,' Hyeera said as she made to leave. She turned back to the maid with a questioning looking her face. 'What about your lunch?'
'I will have it no more,' she replied before leaving. Xiera led her through his quarters to the main living room and out of the house, straight into the garden. She stopped short, standing as she sighted both of them, The Emperor and Princess Hera-Mera. They were having lunch as Xiera had told her They seemed to be having fun, laughing and chatting like long lost lovers -which they unfortunately were, so immersed in each other. She watched them angrily for a little while before she spun on her heels, turning and leaving. It was all lies! He was all lies!
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