Vermil

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

It meant only one thing…. the Empress was once a courtesan, Rain laughed, mentally dismissing the idea, it was impossible.

"It is exactly what you think it is." Her sober voice came back, she gritted her teeth and threw the goblet in her hands against the walls, making Rain jolt in fear. "I was a courtesan, a harlot, I used to dance for cheap changes, I used to lure in men so I could have bread.

"Your majesty, what are you saying?" Rain sounded perplexed.

"I am telling you the truth." The empress muttered calmly. "I am not related to the duke in any way if I may put it, the duke was my first love." 

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