016 – The 7th Empresses Frustrations
Entry 342: The Journal of a Slothful Prince
The day is Ashvi (the first day of the week) 12th of Trynzil (the fourth month) the year is 106 996 P.C.
As of late, my caretakers have been getting a lot more chatty or talkative with their gossip…
I try to force most of it out, but occasionally a few things do slip through the cracks and I'm forced to hear things…
In recent weeks there has been an increase in conversation on a certain topic, and these girls mention it at least a dozen times a day…
Apparently, my mother has added a new royal guard to her guard, someone from the Mercurion branch line, and lately, all these gossiping girls can't stop talking about the dreamy addition to their daily list of sights…
Ordinarily, such trivial gossip would not qualify for this journal of important recordings, this sanctuary for all my useful thoughts, but there was one thing I heard…
Apparently, this royal guard is an excellent 'lover' and my mother's cries have echoed through the halls on a dozen nights already, and sometimes even in the midst of the day…
Oh, what a wonderful life she lives, I shall see to it that it all turns to hell one day I swear…
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A few months passed by as rumours passed through the halls, the 7th empress Khalia sat at her nightstand as her chambers maids applied her make-up, they added a bit of tint to her cheeks giving them a coppery look and applied a thin coat of gloss to her lips.
She wore a red dress that could easily come off with the pull of a single chord, she smiled in the mirror as she placed her folded hands on her belly.
"You look perfect your majesty," her chambermaids chirped as they put on the finishing touches.
"Of course, I do," Khalia replied with an eye roll as she climbed to her feet and moved towards the doors.
Khalia walked with the demeanor of an empress as she strutted through the great halls of the royal palace and found herself standing before the doors of the emperor's chamber.
She took a short breath as she stood in the sight of the dozen royal guards, her eyes flashed with many a memory of walking through those doors, the day she married the emperor was the first, and since she had spent thousands of nights within.
But it had been years since she last entered her husband's chambers, not since she got pregnant with that vile child who would do everything in his power to oppose her every word and decision.
'Arman-Katulas are supposed to be wise,' she thought with a fist clenched ever so slightly, she had put forth so many chances, so many opportunities for him to excel so that she could give him a name, but it was always met with those cold hateful eyes, those grey eyes he got from his father.
As she looked at the door of the emperor's chamber all she wanted was to feel disgust, but only anger and bitterness swelled up, as she thought of the many times she came to visit her husband in the night only to find him already accompanied by one of those 8 whores, well now it was 9.
Just another reminder that she would forever be the 7th, the number 7 might as well have been included in her name, it's what everyone thought when they looked at her, not Khalia empress of Mercurion, but the 7th empress of Mercurion, even her name was half-forgotten by most.
Khalia took a deep breath and pushed her breasts out as far as they could go before walking past the royal guards and pushing her way into her husband's room.
The door shut behind her as she spotted her husband, he sat by the window the curtains pulled open as he followed the celestial bodies in the night sky, Olympus bore a bright glow that night, a stargazer sat on his balcony and pointed to the skies above but remained untouched.
Warm air filled the room coming from the crackling hearth on the far wall, where several life-like sculptures of the empresses stood, the most recent addition being that Ancestral royal trash, she saw her own sculpture there it bore a perfect resemblance to her even after all these years.
Placed next to the other empress she still felt herself to be the most beautiful, but that Goldore bitch the 3rd empress was far more beautiful in her sculpture than the actual person, as she looked at the line-up she saw it again, the number 7, it was the position her statue occupied.
All she wanted to do was smash those things to bits, an action she performed on a hundred occasions, but it always came back together.
Khalia looked away and walked to her husband, she grabbed his chair and turned him around to face her.
"Hello, my wife," the emperor greeted his voice polite, but his eyes were not there at all even as she blatantly pushed out her chest and showed off her delicate dress, an action that got every royal guard she passed entering the room to stare at her, and yet he showed no desire or lust not even an inkling of interest.
"Bathzul I wish to bear you another child," she came out with her request seeing that all her flaunting of her perfect body and incredible make-up job was ineffective.
Bathzul tilted his head, "Why?" he asked his face covered in confusion.
Khalia grimaced and walked to a table littered with bottles of wine, she poured herself a drink and took a long sip before speaking, "Because our last two sons are complete and utter failures," she said curling her tongue with distaste.
"One can't go five seconds without crawling and sniveling for my attention, while the other…" Khalia clenched her teeth so tight that they started to creak, "A child born in an eternal rebellious phase, who has only ever shown me disobedience, and refuses every last helping hand I offer him, he is beyond the help of even the gods," she cried in outrage as she downed her entire glass of wine.
"I…I see," the emperor mumbled softly.
Khalia walked to the emperor kicking off her heels that matched the dress perfectly, her hands found the chord meant to undo the dress, she had hoped that her husband would be the one to pull it, but she knew that it was never going to happen.
She pulled on the chord and the red dress fell apart, revealing her bare-naked body, she stepped closer and settled down on his lap pressing her naked body against his.
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Hours passed as cries rang out from the emperor's chamber, and soon the sun began to rise, Khalia slid out of the sheets and found a gown to wear, her dress from the night before could not be worn without a seamstress to sew it on as she dresses.
She made for the door when she saw the emperor looking at her with an oddly firm gaze, "Return in the night," he said.
"Return every night until I tell you to stop," he ordered, then he turned and looked at the strands of sunlight creaking in through gaps in the curtains.
"A-as you wish husband," Khalia stammered out slightly, she always felt a dreaded fear when his eyes changed like that, it was firmness that told a tale of cruelty.
He'd never done anything to her or any of the other empresses that she had heard of, but when his voice turned firm she couldn't help but shiver, it was like walking over her own grave.
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Entry 382: The Journal of a Slothful Prince
The day is Methz (the last day of the week) 20th of Paltear (the 9th month) the year 106 996 P.C.
A change has occurred as of late apparently my wench has started to seek out the emperor's company every night…
And that is not all, that royal guard, Eskius Al'Mercurion, who has been accompanying her these past months has apparently been turning his attention onto the chamber maids and several other servants…
I wish to begin an investigation into this 'Eskius's' identity, however, I fear that any attempts to investigate him will be found out by the wench…
If I look him up or the Al'Mercurion branch family in the archives it will be completely out of character for me and catch that bitch's attention, I won't be able to do anything if she starts to block my investigations…
I never thought my lazy lifestyle would come with such a frustrating drawback…
Also, she is yet to call me to meet her since I turned 14, it has been 12 days since my birthday, and she has been expressing her increased frustration with my lack of progress, I am certain she is planning something to try and force me to begin my cultivation it shall come any day now…