Beautiful Devil

Roriana

Roriana froze in place, completely stunned wondering where the voice had come from.

Then she caught a glimpse of him. A masculine figure sitting on a throne far away from the spotlight. And at the side of his throne, stood masked giant men dressed in heavy gold armour.

It bewildered Roriana how she could even see through the smoke. 

The entire room was silent. Dead silent.

"I will not repeat myself," the man said in a ghostish calm tone. His voice gave an off-putting and frightening sensation. 

Rori's heart stopped as she heard the authority in his voice. But for an unknown reason it enticed her.

The way the air stiffened as he spoke meant people feared him. Who could he be?

That was when she realized. Roriana resisted the urge to slap her forehead as a surge of excitement and horror shot through her veins. Who else would be sitting on a throne in the Emperor's palace?

Without a second thought, she began scurrying in his direction with her slender finger pinching her dress up so she wouldn't trip on it, as a result her muddy brown boots were revealed. Roriana's lemon eyes widened when she noticed two old boots moving below her vision. 

Curses! 

She mentally tormented herself for making such a stupid mistake. But she couldn't dwell on that now.

Right now she had to meet him.

The Emperor.

As she approached his throne, the Emperor's face and body started to become clearer. 

She fell on her knees instantly as she came close enough. "Hail, Great In'er" she muttered as she accidentally dared to glance up at him. 

As she did, her body froze.

"Do not kneel," Najeer commanded.

However there was no response from Roriana. She was tranced, unable to find words nor move her lips.

The dark red eyes staring down at her belonged to the most beautiful creature she had ever laid her eyes upon. In his red emotionless eyes that shined like a jewel, were black markings that formed a ring around the iris. Arched pink lips surrounded by pale skin frowned slightly. He had a sharp masculine jawline, but it was as if his face seeked to confuse you, as his angelic allure mixed devilishly with dark features. To put it simple. He was pretty. Very, very pretty. And hot. Tall with a strong irresistible lustful charm. 

His broad shoulders relaxed into his throne, making Rori feal uneasy, reminding her whose presence she was before.

The more she looked at him, the more lost she was as her body began to react in all the ways it shouldn't right now.

"What is your name?" The Emperor questioned. His voice was cold, deep and clear. 

"My..." Rori blinked, snapping back to reality as she realized that she had been staring directly at the Emperor for nearly a minute. Directly at the Emperor. 

A treason.

As hard as it was, she forced her eyes on the carpet as a death sentence suddenly flashed before her very eyes for her crimes.

As Rori opened her lips to speak, sweat began moistening in her palms. Her eyes shut as she summoned all boldness within her. This was her chance to tell him about the corruption happening in Ever-8.

"My name is Roriana, from the house of Eneer and Abidour. I traveled from—"

"You are from the lower south?" Najeer interrupted as his red eyes grew in interest.

"Yes, your Majesty, I—"

A spark of amusement twinkled in his eyes.

"I take her as a named wife." declared Emperor Najeer. "Assign her to her quarters immediately," 

The entire hall broke out in a hushed chatter of absolute surprise.

"W-what? Your Majesty I travelled from—" Rori stammered, unsure of what she had heard. But she had to try to tell him again.

"Who said you could speak?" the Emperor said in a frosty tone, eyes glowing red danger.

Rori bit down on her tongue. She had just crossed the line. Speaking to the Emperor without permission from him.

Especially in public.

"But your majesty...." A strange voice suddenly spoke out

 TBC

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