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YOUR FATHER'S WHOREš
It was the gloaming. It was a very sad and angry gloaming. She sighed frustratedly as she ate yet another lonely meal. It was the fault of all those bitches, the seven empress candidates. It had been about a week since the day that she had sparred publicly with the emperor. The day that she had had him all to herself. Well, things had changed by the morrow that followed.
Princess Nicolette had stolen him at morning light for a ride in the ever green fields. Princess Zoƫ had had him for breakfast, one that she had personally prepared. She had forcefully joined them and had had to face the pain of being ignored both by the Emperor and the host of the breakfast banquet throughout the entire meal. Then came Aquariana Genevieve who had had him for a tour of the garden. He had once promised her in passing that he would show her around the garden when he had noticed she loved the beauty of growing things.
Princess Melanie was fortunate to fill in her spot by being his sparring partner till the lunch hour came. She had used the excuse of trying to be better than her current self to hook him. Princess Helen had then curried him into having lunch with her, following after Princess Zoƫ's footstep by preparing the meal herself. Princess Jocasta had requested an audience with him which he had granted just after lunch hour. She had then proceeded to entertain him with her dancing and singing skills that were beautiful. Well, he had had the guts to invite her, carrying her along and then ignoring her completely when they were there, eyes fixed on the dancing lady till the end. She had left halfway through the erotic dance, quite infuriated to the core of her bones. Then, matters of state had stolen him until dinner. She had waited for him to come dine with her as promised.
Imagine how mad she had been when Xiera had come to inform her that she had better eat for the Emperor was dining with Hera-Mera, his affianced already. She had screamed and stomped on everything possible and had gone to bed without food, completely fed full with his raw annoying audacity. She had chosen not to play the fool and interrupt their dinner for that would surely please the both of them so greatly for having played her around. The Draco Lady had a way of belittling her actions with her eyes in a way that made her feel so low, inferior. Another thing that pained her was the fact that they were good friends. They tended to get along so well these days that she felt like she was a complete outsider in their company. So, recently, she had either opted out of their company if they collided or avoided them if she happened upon them or if they even invited her perchance.
She had gone to sleep without him, completely pained and very vivid about the reason of her pain that she wished that it were not so. She realized then that she was beginning to like the emperor. She had chosen to go to bed then rather than face him lest her emotions betrayed her when she saw him. And so it was for the days that followed. She avoided him as if he was plagued by a horrible contagious disease. He in turn ignored her completely, turning to those seven empress candidates, playing on her emotions. Oh and did it anger her?! Yes, yes it did, so very much!! Sometimes when she happened upon them, she was tempted to fight them off him, scratch and claw at their desperate faces and warn them thoroughly to stay away from him because he was hers. He himself had told her so. But, she always held her head up high, keeping her dignity as she passsed by them without doing a thing.
Many things got to her like Nicolette whom he kept calling Colette in a husky voice that was only meant for seduction. There was also Zoƫ whom he praised all the time, and Melanie whom he chose over her to spar with and above all, Jocasta who he always wanted to see dance. That pervert! But what infuriated her the most was Hera-Mera who he flirted with quite openly at every occasion. It all angered her, almost beyond control. But somehow, she always managed to keep her explosive anger in check, withstanding the urge to give in to each provocation. This was especially when any of them gave her any sleazy degrading look whenever they encountered her, Princess Hera-Mera in particular. That Zoƫ Xing also troubled her, even more than the bitch Hera-Mera. This was because Zoƫ's insults were almost always verbally. She insulted her at the slightest of opportunities. She had once confronted the lady for doing so, especially for always calling her a dirty little whore in replacement of a greeting to her face.
'Won't you leave me be?' she had asked her. Zoƫ had only sneered at her as an answer to the question.
'Dirty little whore!' she had proceeded to call her once again.
'Stop calling me that! Besides why do you keep calling me that?!' she had inquired from her again.
'It is because that is what you are!' she snapped sarcastically.
'I think I realize it now! I am your father's whore! Aren't I?' she had asked ZoĆ« mockingly with a sarcasm of her own. The lady sucked in a breath at her audacious utterance. The insult hadĀ definitely hit home and she was satisfied with that.
'How dare you bring my father into this?! Who is yours?!' The lady demanded angrily. She remembered that she couldn't remember anything of her past or her family once again after a long time and it infuriated her to the core of her being. How dare the unclot bitch resurrect her past memories?! She was angry.
'Your father would be my father's servant if I were being lenient!' was her angry retort. Vura whistled triumphantly at her Lady's hard blow. The insult left Zoƫ speechless for a long moment. Even Winnie who was famous for always having something to say didn't know a thing to say despite her ever sharp mouth.
'You... you!' she stammered at Lady Rose who was equally simmering. She couldn't find the right words to continue. The large insult had kept them both at bay.
'Now, if you will please excuse me,' she said walking out on the lady who could do nothing but stare at her, watching her leave. That encounter was more than enough to surmise her relationship with Zoƫ Xing.
Presently, she watched as the maids packed up her dinner dishes, clearing the table. It wasn't yet dinner hour, but she had chosen to have an early dinner. She was alone again after they had finished packing up and left. She desperately controlled the urge to take a short stroll in the garden but chose not to do so in other to avoid any confrontation with either Hera-Mera or Zoƫ. She also did not want any one of them giving her dirty jealous looks, especially that Helen and Nicolette. Although she had liked Fairy when the lady was here, she hated Nicolette to the core. The girl was absolutely nothing like her sister. Anyways, she would rather remain indoors and die of boredom than venture outside and have to face anyone of those bitches who looked at her as if she was their set enemy in a long time feud. She knew why. It was because they saw her as competition in trying to gain the emperor's heart.
Meanwhile, the emperor sat in his study room, a little less busy. His mind wandered to the lovely woman in his quarters, Lady Rose. She had been unusually quiet the last few days that he had initially thought she was planning another escape. That was until he had figured out the sole reason for her quiesce mood. It was none other than jealousy. He was definitely glad that she felt so. The emotions would keep her occupied, away from the turmoils and trouble of anything he should be protecting her from, constantly at bay for he was to soon leave her on a short wendy.
The Little Prince was actually a genius. It was he who had told him to arouse her inner self with jealousy and it was working just fine. His proposed tactics was working beautifully, perfectly. He reached into one of his drawers and stared at the photograph she had left at the dining room table a few days back. He stared at it, admiring it. He touched her light smile. Although she didn't look it, he knew that she was happy in the photograph, extremely. His current wish was to see her like that again. He caressed the painted photograph gently, tenderly and lovingly with a pining emotion lingering in his sable eyes. He realized then that he was suddenly missing her.
When he did that, he gently replaced the photograph in its original spot and stood, striding confidently out of his study room to search for her -like he had to do so. It was well known that she was always in the bedroom these past few days. He went through the corridors towards the bedroom. He found Vura and Xiera chit chatting just outside the bedroom door. He had assigned both of them to her so that if she were to act up, they could at least have a chance against her if they used the wit he was sure that they had. They stood and paid obeisance to him as he reached them. He quickly acknowledged their greetings with only a nod and a light smile.
'What is your Lady doing?' he asked both of them, gesturing towards the bedroom door with his head.
'She is writing My Lord,' Vura supplied for him, turning to Vura who nodded. Their eye contact gave away the fact that they were lying to him. Why lie to him when he was still bound to find out? Well, he understood that they were trying to protect their Lady's dignity and he respected them for that. He simply waved them away and let himself into the bedroom quietly, like a determined assassin. She didn't hear him come in at all. He saw her the moment he did so. Writing? Indeed! She was sitting at his writing table doing anything but writing. He watched her display, leaning against the closed door, clearly amused.
'Those homeless bitches!' she said as she threw one of his pencils across the room. 'Those annoying whores!' she yelled again, angrily. She was throwing a tantrum. How unusual it was for her to show her jealousy. Well, she thought that she was alone in the huge bedroom.
'You have been sulking for six days now Mine,' he said. His voice startled her for she shook as she turned towards it, annoyed.
'Why do you have to do that? You scared me!' she reprimanded him sternly. He smirked wickedly.
'Haven't you already done enough of that?' he asked her, carrying on with what he had been saying despite her interruption.
'Sneak,' she accused him.
'That was definitely not the answer to my question Mine,' he told her. 'Or is it?' he asked her with purposefully raised brows. She held back a retort, tying her itchy tongue. It would be far better, more efficient and even more sweeter if she chose to completely ignore him. Maybe he would leave her alone then and give up trying to tease her for acting out. 'Why won't you answer me?' he demanded staring pointedly at her.
'Won't this bastard let me alone now? Won't he?' she muttered to herself under her breath.
'Mine, will you keep refusing to answer me and continue to keep your pretty lips locked up, sealed?' he inquired. She nodded at his questions. He scoffed at her non verbal answer. 'Really? Are you really going to do that Jagi?' he asked again. She didn't hesitate to nod once again. 'Wow! Just wow!' he said to her with a small applause of mockery. He began to walk towards her, his steps purposely slow. She stared straight at him, keeping mute until he reached her. She did not move despite his approach. She completely refused to be intimidated by him. He raised a brow at her, accompanied by an accomplished smirk that made her want to slap his oh so handsome face.
'What?' she was instantly forced to snap at him as she stood to her feet and faced him squarely.
'Why are you sulking? Tell me the reason will you sweet Rose?' he asked in an annoying voice, seizing the chance to directly step into her private space, crowding her. His daring proximity made her feel so uncomfortable almost instantly. His body heat made her blood warm. It was a dangerous thing to feel and she knew. But, she felt it all the same.
'I do not think that is any problem of yours,' she told him. 'Now would you back away from me beast?' she snapped at him with shaky eyes, his nearness greatly overwhelming her. He chose then to chuckled like some annoying villain.
'And what if I do not do so Mine?' he asked her as he totally covered the distance between them, placing his hands on her shoulders so quickly.
'Leave me be!' she snapped more out of fear than anger.
'Well, you wouldn't answer me. What then do you want me to do?' he simply stated with a shrug.
'Go to hell!' she advised in a voice thatĀ gave away just how much she wanted him to do so. She stepped out of his light grip and made for the huge round bed. He stood for a few seconds, a little bit taken aback at her outburst. He was afore her in four powerful strides. She gasped as he drew her into his arms, whirling her around. She looked up at him, completely stunned.
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...OmaPhinaPhireš„
GLOSSARY
* Jagi: A Korean endearment.