Yakov stared at her before he burst out laughing, his low-pitched, deep cello laughter echoed in the clearing as he raised a brow. " So, you are not going to pretend anymore huh? Going to show off your true colours?"
" No, first consort," Harley shook her head as she whispered lightly. " These are not my true colours, I honestly liked you and seriously wanted to get closer to you, do you really think that I would do sothing like this with just anyone? I won’t. In fact, I would have never done anything like this if you didn’t co to and told that you will make the most important woman in the Empire. The reason I am behaving like this is also because of you, you might have told that I was nothing but a replacent but your actions defied your words...maybe you wanted to completely rely on you that’s why you got so close to and I have to say that it was a smart plan but——"
With a sly curl of her lips, she raised her head. " But you knew that I was falling in love with you and you didn’t stop it. You didn’t push away when you should have instead you brought closer. You were jealous of the n that surrounded the Queen, so you used in return to hurt her. .. should I remind you what you did to when you saw the Queen kissing another man?" Yakov didn’t say anything but his eyes did turn stormy, seeing this Harley fluttered her eyelashes and poked her red lips with her forefinger. " You kissed as well, you wanted to retaliate against the Queen and make her feel the agony that you were feeling through your bond... maybe you would have gone past the limit as well if not for your bond holding you back... do you expect to remain unaffected by everything you have done to ?"
" Calling to see you at night, walking under the moonlight as you discussed about this and that, along with teaching etiquettes of the palace, you did everything ... if you are angry at then you need to first get angry at yourself," with her eyes flashing red, Harley shouted at Yakov’s face. " You bla the Queen for playing around but at least she was honest to those gigolos from the very start that she was playing around with them but you did the exact opposite thing of her, you made fall for you ... so you have to bear the consequences of your actions."
Disgusted Yakov slapped her hand from his chest away. " I do not have to bear the consequences of any of my actions, I never asked you to fall for or anyone else, you did out of your free will despite knowing that I was married to soone else." He fished out a handkerchief and then wiped his hands with it before turning to look at Harley. " And I don’t know about you but I do not like it when soone threatens , now that you have dared to make threats in front of , I hope you are prepared."
" I am always prepared, first consort," Harley softly said as she looked at him with eyes full of love and obsession. " I knew that getting you will be a bit hard but don’t worry, you will belong to sooner or later."
" Then we will talk later," said Yakov as he pushed her away and walked towards the tent where Bree was, Harley stared at his back and clenched her fists. Did he really think that she will drop this matter so easily? If he dared to abandon her then she will make sure that he will know what it ans to be abandoned.
" You too will lose what’s important to you," she sneered at Yakov’s back. " I will make sure of it."
Bree humd a song as she brushed the mud off her body, though the mud-like substance was sticky she was sure that as long as she tried hard she would be able to scrape it off, the mud on her skin wasn’t troubleso, it was the mud that was sticking to her hairline that was troubleso. She was waiting for soone to co and help her take it off when she heard the flap of the tent open. She assud that the maid must have sent soone to help her, so without turning to look who it was, she said, " Finally, you are here. Help take this mud off my hair, I just can’t seem to get it off."
The footsteps paused outside the tent before the person walked inside, long, thin fingers stretched out as they started to rub her scalp, pulling the pieces of mud that were covering the front of the hairline softly without pulling the roots. The person seed to be used to such type of thing because their movents were rhythmic, slow and relaxing.
In fact, the person behind her was so good that Bree closed her eyes and leaned against the tub as she murmured, " You are really good at what you do, I have to hand it to you ...I really don’t like people serving but you just know how to do magic with your fingers."
The maid behind her didn’t say anything instead she silently continued to scrape the mud from her hair slowly and patiently as if she had no hurry in this world. And her slow and languid movents even made Bree go all sort of relaxed, she rolled her shoulders and leaned a bit deeper inside the tub before releasing a contented sigh. " Oh, this is good."
"Is it?" A soft chuckle rang out in the tent.
The person massaging her scalp chuckling wasn’t the problem, the problem was that the deep timbre in the chuckle could only belong to a man! Horrified, Bree opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
" Are you having fun with the magic in my fingers, your majesty?" asked Yakov with an innocent smile playing on his lips.
A loud scream echoed inside the tent of the Empress causing everyone to drop whatever they had in their hands before turning to look at the tent.
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