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Concubine Number 20

(Excerpt from the novel) “I can’t believe you can hear me!” Alessandro said excitedly. “Finally.” He’d been wondering how long he was going to have one-sided conversations with the girl, but now it seemed that they could talk to each other at last. ‘Yes, I can hear you,’ I replied. ‘But who exactly are you?’ I asked for the third time, feeling my fear slowly getting replaced with mild irritation. It was one of my pet peeves. It always annoyed me when someone answered my question with another question. Alessandro hesitated, not wanting to reveal his identity right away. “How about you?” he replied, diverting the topic back at her. “What’s your name?” I scoffed at his statement, now flat out annoyed. The nerve of this guy to keep throwing the question back to me! ‘I’m 20,’ I replied with a sigh, giving in. ***** Alessandro had the strange ability to hear Na-ri’s voice when no one else could. He didn’t know that she was actually his lowest ranked concubine in the imperial palace – Concubine Number 20 – and that she had somehow been teleported from modern-day Seoul. She, in turn, had been delegated to the role of a servant and had no idea she had been talking to the emperor of Luxentfort Empire all along. Can their mutual curiosity about each other gradually blossom into a romance strong enough to defy their social ranks – and transcend worldly boundaries?

Mootsie_4082 · Fantasie
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I clutched my skirt and stared at Caio, but I couldn't find the words to answer him. What could I possibly say – that I came because I wanted to gather more proof behind my poisoning? But given that I was Princess Lucrezia now and not 20, it would only have the opposite effect – Caio would logically think that I was here to talk to the man I had given orders to.

"I asked you a question, Your Highness," Caio said, his tone sharp. I felt that even if he used an honorific, it was nothing more than forced cordiality on his part, and not because he was really being polite. He was staring at me with contempt clearly written in his golden eyes and my heart constricted. I never thought he'd treat me like an adversary. But then again, I'd never have to face him in Lucrezia's body either.