Captured into the Bedroom of the Enemy Emperor (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 124

The Grazia Hall of Tane Palace was a grand banquet hall renowned throughout the Arcan continent. If all ninety-nine narrow arched doors were opened, the interior of the hall would be clearly visible even from outside.

Patricia walked down the corridor escorted by Har Chen. The crowd gathered outside Grazia Hall surged forward like foam, eager to catch a glimpse of Patricia, Empress of the Karsik Empire and the Shadow Princess.

Patricia and Har Chen sat at a round table with Empress Dowager Diana and Alessia.

Alessia had decided to remain in Tane instead of returning to Liswan even after her wedding. She had been admitted to Tane Academy.

Although it was not the enrollment season, she had packed her belongings and come with the firm resolve to monopolize the Tane Library in advance.

Patricia looked around the majestic and splendid hall.

Beneath the ceiling frescoes depicting Tane’s founding myth and history, hundreds of ornate chandeliers reflected light in every direction.

Regularly spaced marble columns and statues, portraits of past imperial families hanging on the walls, and hundreds of round tables set with crystal and silverware.

Though born a princess, she had been treated as if she did not exist—the Shadow Princess—and this was her first time entering Grazia Hall.

Indeed, only nobles who had received invitations could sit at these tables. Yet, during the last Imperial Assembly of Tane, commoners had reportedly sat alongside nobles at these very tables.

Here, her father, Emperor Kazan, and her husband, Har Chen, had dueled with swords. Kalip had described the scene to Patricia in vivid detail, as if it were unfolding right before her eyes.

“Look, Your Majesty. Like this… *tap*, and then *clang-clang-clang!*”

Kalip, always trying to make Patricia laugh despite his age and build, even mimicked her swordsmanship with his own body. Bern joined in.

“It’s easy to laugh about it now, but back then, it was suffocating. Anyone who knew Your Majesty’s sword recognized it instantly.”

“Exactly. It felt uncanny—like His Majesty’s blade was overlaid with Your Majesty’s.”

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