‘I feel like I’m suffocating to death.’
That was the emotion Rasilia felt after spending half a day with the emperor.
‘Why is he looking at me like that?’
She never knew that promising to always be by his side would mean this.
They ate together, and drank tea together. They read, and she watched him stamp the imperial seal on the countless official documents that the secretary had brought.
But all audience requests were refused. The trivial reason was that she didn’t want to go to the audience room.
‘…No, somehow it doesn’t seem trivial at all.’
Those persistent eyes could never be described as trivial.
Chills ran down her spine at the thought that he would look at her with those eyes even in the audience room.
‘Everyone thinks the emperor… is mad or something similar.’
Apparently, the Blue Moon was that terrible.
The way he was looking at the empress, whom he never even glanced at before, as if every minute and second were precious.
‘But it’s not like my memory will return before the Blue Moon.’
Thump.
The emperor stamped the last official document.
“It’s over now.”
“That’s good.”
She felt uneasy deep inside.
‘It seemed like he was just stamping the seal without even reading it.’
Well, it was someone else’s empire anyway.
“You can do anything now. Is there anything you want to do?”
There was nothing she wanted, except for him to stop looking at her.
“I don’t have anything in particular.”
“Let’s go for a walk, then.”
The emperor suggested a walk as if he had anticipated her refusal.
“A walk…?”
“Do you dislike walking?”
“I don’t know… No, I don’t dislike it.”
The emperor wouldn’t know, but the word “walk” sounded very fresh to Rasilia.
A prophet’s life was simple.
Most of her daily routine was spent sleeping in the darkest place of the temple, a windowless dark room.
Rasilia lived a life without windows since she was young because her prophetic ability manifested early.
Of course, there were times when she went outside the temple. Mostly, it was to stand in front of people as a symbol of the temple during royal events. But that was very different from taking a walk.
The reason why Rasilia seemed to be doing an adequate job as an empress was because she often had to deal with the royal family as a prophet.
To interpret dreams, Rasilia knew a lot about the history and political situation of the continent, but conversely, she knew less about things unnecessary for her duties as a prophet.
The outside world, occasionally seen when she left the temple, was entirely an unknown area to Rasilia.
In the imperial palace, there were large windows in every room.
If the emperor hadn’t been staring at her all day like that, Rasilia wouldn’t have thought that being confined to her bedroom all her life was suffocating.
“Would it be okay?”
The emperor looked at her face anxiously.
“…I found one.”
“What are you talking about?”
“What you like.”
“…?”
“Your expression changed.”
While Rasilia unconsciously touched her face, the emperor stood up from the desk he had temporarily brought and approached.
“Shall we go, then?”
The emperor courteously extended his arm in front of Rasilia.
[This is the time separator]The walk was freer than expected.
The guards and attendants who surrounded them and followed disappeared soundlessly at the entrance of the garden.
The imperial palace’s garden was divided into four parts, and the place they visited was called the Water Garden.
The vast garden spread around a deep and large water supply canal. The garden, intentionally planted with fewer trees and lowgrowing flowers, offered a wideopen view. With fountains and sculptures harmonizing with various flowers, the garden was incredibly beautiful.
‘Ah…’
She momentarily forgot the discomfort caused by the emperor firmly holding her arm, captivated by the view unfolding before her eyes.
She also forgot that he was staring at her face piercingly, even though they were walking side by side.
“Do you like it?”
The emperor asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Is it because you came on a walk with me?”
Rasilia subtly deflected the question.
“It’s beautiful because of the garden. …Except for one thing.”
The blame was on the late discovery of a secluded spot in the garden.
In this perfect garden, there was only one place where the flowers had all been cut off.
“What happened over there?”
Apparently, the fact that the flowers had been cut off was a problem, for the gardeners were busily trimming the trees from which the flower branches had been cut off.
“This way.”
Rascal subtly covered the place where gardenias had been in full bloom until yesterday with his body and pointed to the opposite side.
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“I think it’s better to go this way. How about boating? If you want, I’ll launch a boat.”
It was suspicious. He seemed to be hiding something.
“A boat is good. But I want to know what happened over there.”
Rascal frowned.
“Why do you need to know that?”
“Is there something I shouldn’t know?”
“There’s no such thing. I just thought you’d like boating.”
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
