Attempted Murder?

The next morning arrived, and Emelia awoke from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, Elliot was nowhere to be seen. She realized a blanket covering her body, and the window curtains were all closed.

She slowly sat up on the bed then massaged her temples as she felt a slight sharp pain running across her head. Someone knocked on the door before entering, and it was Vanessa who was surprised to see Emelia on the bed. Usually, Emelia would sleep on the ground, but this time she slept on the bed. Not only that, but Emelia just woke up.

"Good morning, Miss Emelia. Did you sleep well?" Vanessa asked as she walked towards the windows and tied the window curtains to the side. "I don't know," Emelia replied as she got out of bed and wore a white robe. To tell the truth, she didn't want to admit sleeping like a rock. "How about some earl grey tea? With honey?" Vanessa asked Emelia as she was finding a dress to wear for the day.

"Thank you," Emelia shyly thanked and continued browsing through the closet. One dress stood out, and I thought it was nice. When she brought the dress out, Vanessa gasped then asked, "Are you sure you want to wear that?" She pointed at the plain white dress. While Emelia nodded her head and closed the closet.

Instead of wearing an extravagant looking dress. A plain white dress suited her taste. Rather she was used to wearing a plain-looking dress. As stated before, her treatment as a princess was horrible. Even her dresses weren't extravagant. Every time there was an important celebration, she always had to sew her own dress. Make some adjustments and make it look better than it is.

"It's alright. It's much comforting than wearing those bright dresses," Emelia answered as she walked into the bathroom.

After changing into the white plain dress, she walked out of the bathroom. The aroma of the honey being mixed into the earl grey tea spreads into the room. "What a comforting aroma," Emelia said softly as she closes the bathroom door.

"I'm glad to hear that from you," Vanessa giggled as she places the teacup on the table. When Emelia sat on the couch like before, she stared down at the teacup, but this time she didn't hesitate to drink it. She got the teacup and took a sip.

It was delicious. It might be one of the best tea she had ever drunk. She hoped this warmth wouldn't go. Remembering about warmth, Emelia got reminded about the other night. His huge hands were warm, warming her cold hands. But then that warmth will only last for the night. She shook her head and told herself not to think about it further.

Out of nowhere, a loud scream was heard out of the room, making Vanessa check what was going on. She went out of the room to ask the other servants what had happened and was left dumbfounded after knowing the reason.

"Are you sure?" Vanessa asked the other maid, who nodded her head and whispered into her ear, "Her personal maid was there to call for Lady Malith, and then when she entered, she sees Lady Malith on the bed, bleeding."

"Is she alright?" Vanessa asked while the maid shook her head. The maid didn't know what the circumstances of Lady Malith's were. However, there were two speculations going around.

First, it was someone who is obsessed with Lady Malith to the point he would die with her. But then there wasn't anybody except Lady Malith's. Second is a citizen of the Vivan Empire who detest Emelia and wanted to kill her but went into the wrong room.

With these two speculations going around, the servants in the palace had mixed thoughts about who to side with. Some say Emelia had nothing to do with it, and some say Emelia is the one who planned it.

"For someone to do that. Isn't it too cruel?" The maid sighed out loud as she leaned her hand onto her cheek. While Vanessa nodded her head, agreeing with her. "I'll report this to Lady Emelia," Vanessa said, then she walked back into the room.

Vanessa told Emelia the whole thing, but she didn't look scared, especially about the other rumor. It's just a rumor, but it was possible because what fault has Lady Malith done?

The news about Lady Malith was heard from Elliot, who was dumbfounded about this. How did any kind of citizen enter the most secured place in the empire? Not only that, but the weapon was left in Lady Malith's room.

When things like this attempted murder happen, the assassin would never leave their weapon as it is their most valuable item. Not only is it their most valuable item, but also it would reveal their identity.

The weapon resting on Elliot's table looked simple. It was a normal dagger that could be bought in the blacksmith for a low price. The blade isn't sharp, as if it's intentionally made like that. There weren't any scratches and hint that it was used before.

"What's Lady Malith's condition?" Elliot asked his personal aide, Air, who was standing beside his desk. "Right of the moment, she is unconscious and running a high fever," Air reported as his eyes look at the dagger.

"What do you think about it?" Elliot asked as he slides his fingers in the middle of the dagger. Air, in a serious tone, answered, "It is not an attempted murder." Elliot smirked as his thoughts were the same as Air.

"Don't you think this will be an issue?" Air asked as he was worried about the other rumor spread by a servant. Elliot grabbed the dagger and stabbed it on the table. "Who knows?" Elliot continued smirking.

Air didn't know what else to say because it was Elliot he was speaking to. This man has no sense of danger and lets it come like it's normal. He is supposed to be wary about it, especially it could affect the negotiations between the Honani Tribe.

It's not a secret having Emelia reside in the palace. But because of the other rumor that is being spread nonstop now, they will accuse Emelia of this happening.

"I just want to remind you that if this negotiation goes wrong. Things are going to go bad," Air said and later on regret reminding him. He gulped, seeing the bloodlust eyes of Elliot, and wanted to run away.

"Who do you think am I?" Elliot asked Air, who was clearly annoyed how his personal aide doesn't trust him. Air kneeled onto his right knee while his hand is placed on his left chest. He recited, "I, as one of the emperor's most loyal servants, trust my one and only master until the day I die."