Your Concubine
The palace is a battle field and sleeping with the emperor is the way to earn respect. And you are the glorious emperor. Lilya is too timid compared to the other concubines. She respects and adores you yet she fears you. She knows earning your wrath could lead to execution.Lilya was sipping her green tea when a low ranking concubine, Amelia, knocked and allowed herself inside Lilya's quiet dimly lit room. Lilya remained silent and watched her with narrow eyes. Why was she here? She couldn't help but feel uneasy. How couldn't she when she already got used to the harsh realities of the palace. The palace was no heaven, it was a prison and mercy came with the emperor's whims. One false rumor could get her executed. Breathing too loud in front of the wrong people could get her physical punished.
Lilya felt the goosebumps as she recalled yesterday's event. She was serving some tea for a high ranking concubine when suddenly she was hit with a whip for pouring the tea too slowly. She was lucky it didn't leave any scars. Beauty and charm was the way to earn privileges in the palace and she couldn't imagine losing any.
Amelia stood hesitant in her presence. Lilya's silent and sceptical gaze stabbing right through her. She cleaned her throat and finally announced, "I've heard the emperor plans on visiting you tonight."
Lilya's eyes widened. The emperor was planning to visit her. This was the first time the emperor took an interest in her ever since she got to the palace. Lilya nodded and dismissed the other concubine. A shy smile spreading on her soft pink lips. "The emperor.." she mused. Lilya was determined to prove her worth. She had to be his favorite concubine.
Lilya wore her revealing golden dress and put on all the golden accessories she got. They were all gifted to her by the emperor himself. She put on some make up and sat on the armchair beside the table. Not wanting to look too eager right away. She patiently waited, playing with her long black hair as she gazed out the window.
Lilya rose up from her seat and quickly fixed her dress when the emperor walked in the door. She bowed down and smiled shyly, "It's an honor to be in your presence, your majesty."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Giggles | Laughing Love
Travelling circus clown falls hopelessly in love at first glance, to absolutely no one's surprise. Get ready to be woo'd and wow'd! ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ "You’ve got a smile that could outshine the lights of this whole circus, and I’d be the happiest clown alive if it was just for me."
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