DanitaMimi

“The daughters of a man like that doesn’t deserve to live.” The crowd chattered angrily, they were ready to tear them apart. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death.” 
She raised her head slowly, she glanced at the current emperor of the Aubreun Empire, he wasn’t very much different from how she remembered him; he was only dressed in the clothes of the imperial palace and his name had changed.

 “Heads down you insolent witch!” One of the palace guards snapped before smacking her cheeks, her head snapped to the side and blood seeped from the cut. 

“The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death!” The crowd kept on chanting. “The tyranny of the duchy of Elderslot has come to an end his majesty should do us a favor and kill them all.” 
 “Kill them all!” 

“Show no mercy!” 

“Off with their heads!” 

“Silence!” The Emperor yells and the crowd grew silent. “The house of Elderslot has indeed committed treason against the imperial family and the empire as a whole, but I assure you, the Duke of Elderslot and all those responsible has been executed.” 

     Her heart hammered in her chest, and once again she dared to look up at him, he spoke with a dignified arrogance whilst radiating kingly aura; he was like a stranger. 
 “My verdict is mercy, they shall be given their lives but their positions will be reduced to nothing.” The tears that well in her eyes, slipped and fell to her blooded dress. The Emperor turned in her direction as he spoke. 
“They shall be left with nothing,” their eyes met and his hardened immediately. “Nothing but shame and pain to clothe them.”

Not My Sins

In surprise, he turned back towards the scrawny man that was allegedly his father, his other hand was raised slightly as though he tried to shield himself from the sword.

"Aryan," Vermil called as she stumbled to her feet. "I am sorry you had to meet him like this."

"Son…" Giving the man the courage he came out of the closet and pulled Aryan into a hug. "Oh God, I have dreamt of the days where I get to hold you like this as my son and not the Crowned Prince."

"Aryan you see, none of this things that we have now will last forever," Vermil explained. "Simon has a big farm of rice, I have gone there three times before you were born, and it would be enough to sustain us."

"Sustain us?" Aryan asked in a small voice, he was still confused by everything, but he hoped his mother would stop hesitating and get to the point. "Are we leaving the palace?"

The hidden star