EMPEROR’S PERSPECTIVE:1
"Your Majesty, the princess is born."
The words grated against my ears, dragging from the only peace I had—sleep.
I opened the door to find an insignificant maid kneeling on the cold stone floor, her head bowed so low I could barely see her face. At her feet, wrapped in a thin blanket, lay a bundle. Small. Quiet. Breathing.
"What did you say?" My voice was low, dangerous.
The maid flinched, her hands trembling as she spoke. "Y-Your Majesty... it’s the princess... your daughter..."
A daughter.
A mistake.
I stared at the bundle, feeling nothing but cold detachnt. This... thing was the result of a woman I barely rembered.
Useless. Weak.
"So... you’re telling I have a daughter now?"
My gaze bore into the maid, watching her body tremble like a leaf in a storm. She was terrified—and rightly so.
"Y-Yes... Your Majesty..."
Silence.
My eyes drifted back to the bundle. A tiny thing, barely moving.
"Take her to the Eastern Palace and raise her." My voice was devoid of warmth, my words final. "Don’t show her up in front of again."
The maid scrambled to her feet, her head still bowed as she picked up the child, and disappeared down the corridor. I slamd the door shut.
Annoying.
I should have ended it right then.
Killed her.
That weakling had no place in this world—no place in my bloodline. The thought gripped , tightening around my mind like a vice. My hand instinctively reached for the sword beside my bed.
One strike. One clean stroke.
That’s all it would take to rid myself of this nuisance forever. My grip tightened around the hilt. I could feel the weight of it—the promise of silence.
I should kill her.
But before I could take another step—
"Oh, Your Majesty," a familiar voice interrupted.
Theon.
"Are you going sowhere?"
I exhaled, rubbing my temples as the pounding in my head intensified.
"Are you having another headache?" Theon’s tone was calm, but I could sense the concern laced within it.
Annoying.
I let the sword fall back into its sheath. The mont passed. And just like that... I forgot about her.Days, weeks—I never spared a thought for the girl I had condemned to that empty palace.
Until that night.
The night everything... changed.
My head was throbbing like an elephant had trampled over . The pain was unbearable, and the only cure I knew was blood.
I had to kill soone.
Grabbing my sword, I walked out, ready to slay the first fool who crossed . But sohow... my feet carried to the Eastern Palace, which looked too empty.
"Why...am I here?" I muttered, confusion gnawing at .
The halls were lifeless. No guards. No servants. Not even a trace of the living. The air was stale—like death had already claid this place. That’s when I recalled her, My daughter.
"I ordered her to be raised here..." The mory surfaced, distant and hazy. "But... it doesn’t look like soone lives here."
Drawn by instinct, I walked deeper inside. The halls stretched endlessly, suffocating in their silence. Until—
A door.
I pushed open the door to a cold, barren room. And there, in the center—a lone crib.
A faint sound echoed through the silence.
"Goo... gaa..."
Soft. Innocent. I approached, my footsteps echoing against the emptiness. My heart pounded, the thirst for blood still burning in my veins.
Kill her.
That’s right, I can kill her today—now. she doesn’t deserve to live. One stroke, and it would be over. But the mont my eyes t hers—
The throbbing stopped.
Big, curious eyes stared up at . Wide and unafraid.
She flinched at my presence at first... but she didn’t cry. She wasn’t scared. Not like the others.
Why?
Why aren’t you scared of ?
My grip on the sword tightened, ready to kill her. Just one swing. But those eyes... they wouldn’t look away.
Why isn’t she scared of ? Is it because she has my blood? Is it because she is... my daughter?
My jaw clenched. The air in the room grew thick, suffocating .
End it.
But I couldn’t. In fact, I walked away. My feet felt heavy, dragging from that lifeless palace. I couldn’t kill her.
But for so unknown reason...I felt... alive for my whole lifeti. The suffocating darkness that had clung to for years—the weight of the blood I had spilled, the souls I had sent to the afterlife—it was gone.
Even if just for a mont.
But...Sothing was wrong. Why is she left alone?
No nanny. No maids. No guards. My steps slowed. A cold chill crawled up my spine.
They left her.
Alone?
The anger simring beneath my skin surged.
How dare they leave my daughter alone? How dare they...
My pace quickened as I stord back toward the Royal Palace, my sword still in hand.
"Your Majesty?"
Theon’s voice echoed through the hallway as he approached; his footsteps hurried. His eyes darted to the sword in my hand, and I could see the unspoken question in them.
Did I kill soone?
Theon’s face paled, but I ignored his concern. That didn’t matter. She was alone. My daughter was left alone in that desolate place.
My jaw clenched, and I t Theon’s gaze. "Theon," I said, my voice low and filled with restrained fury.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" He straightened imdiately.
"Drag all the maids and guards who work in the Eastern Palace. Bring them to ."
Theon’s brow furrowed, his confusion apparent. "With all due respect, Your Majesty... may I know why?"
I didn’t answer imdiately. My hand tightened around the sword hilt, the weight of it grounding as I fought to keep my rage in check.
"They dared to leave my daughter alone. They need to be punished."
Silence.
Theon blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to... disbelief.
"What?"
"Daughter?"
His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "Your Majesty... what are you talking about?"
He didn’t believe . No one would. After all, I had discarded her. I had ordered her to be raised away from the palace, in a place forgotten by everyone—including .
***
Theon didn’t question after that. And now...They were all kneeling before .
The maids. The guards. Every single one who dared to neglect her.
Outside the Eastern Palace, next morning.
Bowing. Trembling.
They were dragged out one by one, their heads pressed to the cold ground.
"Y-Your Majesty... p-please... spare us..." A maid’s voice cracked, her body shaking as she dared to beg. Her forehead kissed the dirt, her tears soaking into the soil.
Spare them?
After leaving my daughter alone to die?
How dare she?
I stepped forward, my boots crunching against the gravel. Her voice grated against my ears.
Annoying.
My sword hung loosely by my side, but the itch to raise it... to end this filth right here and now...
"We... we didn’t an to..."
Didn’t an to? Is that supposed to justify leaving the emperor’s daughter alone? To shiver alone in an empty palace?
Kill her.
Now.
My grip tightened on the hilt. Just one swing, but...not like this.
No.
Death would be too rciful.
"Drag them to the dungeon," I said, my voice cold, unfeeling.
Theon straightened beside , waiting for my next words.
"Torture them. Until the day of their execution cos."
A chilling silence fell.
"N-No... Your Majesty...Please..." Their cries echoed in the early morning, but they were nothing more than noise. Empty. Pointless.
They should’ve begged for rcy before living her alone. Now... it’s too late.
Later, as we walked toward the palace, my steps quickened. But sothing felt... off.
Why is it so quiet?
Why can’t I hear her?
A chill ran down my spine. I threw the door open, my heart pounding. And there she was, near the window. The window that was open. Wind blew in, chilling the already cold room. She was shivering.
Like her life was hanging by a thread. Her tiny body trembled, her small hands gripping the blanket that barely covered her.
No sound.
No cries.
Just... silence.
Did they starve her?
How dare they.
My jaw clenched, and I forced my rage down. Now wasn’t the ti.
I took a step forward, my movents slow, careful. "Don’t worry," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as if she could hear . "I will protect you."
I stood beside her, my fingers brushing against her ice-cold cheek.
Cold.
Too cold.
Her lips trembled as she tried to make a sound... but nothing ca.
Too weak.
She’s too weak.
Am I too late?
"I think the princess is too weak, Your Majesty." Theon’s voice ca from behind , quiet... cautious.
"Then..." my fists clenched at my sides. "What are you waiting for?" I turned, my eyes cold and rciless. "Drag all the priests and doctors. Tell them I summoned them imdiately."
Theon hesitated for only a mont before bowing. "At once, Your Majesty."
And...If they don’t fix her... They’ll join the others in the dungeon.
***
The day is about to end. The night was about to end, but she was still lying motionless on my bed. Her breathing was so faint, I could barely hear it.
"Why hasn’t she woken up yet?" My voice echoed off the cold stone walls. Rage. Frustration. I couldn’t control it anymore.
I grabbed the old priest by his collar, dragging him forward until his feet barely touched the ground.
"You said she’d get better. You said it was just exhaustion. Then why—"
"Y-Your Majesty... p-please..." His face turned red as he struggled to breathe. "The... p-princess...should’ve woken up by now. But..."
"Speak."
"she Is... too weak... Your Majesty..." His voice trembled, barely a whisper. "It... it may take ti for her to recover."
"Ti? How much ti?"
"We cannot guess your majesty..." The priest said, still struggling to breathe.
Lies.
I should rip this useless bastard apart.
I shoved him back, and he fell to his knees, coughing violently. "If she dies..." My voice was barely above a whisper. "You die too."
This Chapter will show you how the emperor felt for his daughter.
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