Under the cold moonlight, she stood as its ray shimmered on her skin. Her long red hair flowed like a never-ending color pool. Her blue eyes pierced into the souls of everyone present as they witnessed the famed "Siren" perform her special dance for the ongoing carnival. Her beauty wrecked marriages, it caused hatred from many women, but her great influence on men made her status rise. Women called her a slut but men called her a queen.
Amongst the crowd stood a gentleman with absolute love in his gaze. He lusted after her, he wanted her below him in his bed. He wanted to gently hold her and caress her but her strong aura kept him away. He is Eliose Van Doph, the tyrant emperor of Morose kingdom. He stood in disguise, as he stared at the performance of the woman who turned every man's hormones ablaze. He had to have her as his wife. Siren had to become his queen, only her and no one else.
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*Lancecrest Kingdom: 7am*
Emilia stood with her hands grabbing her gown as she stared at the king, her stepfather, with shock. What was he about to do? Is he about to ruin her life on such a beautiful day? His stare was so dangerous that she felt something fishy about his sudden summons of her.
"Emilia Lancecrest, our kingdom's flower, why are you shaking my child?" King Lancecrest asked his daughter as a sinister smile spread across his face.
"Don't call me your child" Emilia respectfully said in a resentful way. This man was responsible for ruining her life, by forcing her poor mother into marriage until she died and left her all alone. King Lancecrest bitterly stared at her and he frowned with disgust; she was the hidden daughter his wife never told him about. He only found out about Emelia's existence when the queen was sick. She made him promise to look after her little girl and he's doing just that, only in a different way. He gave her everything she wanted. He gave the little girl the title of a princess and even his last name. And yet, here she was, staring at him with an ungrateful gaze full of hatred.
"It doesn't matter what you say. As of today, you are the future empress of Morose kingdom" King Lancecrest said in a tease as he saw her react in the way he expected her to. She had a look of fear drawn all over her face.
"What? No you can't make me marry a man known as a tyrant king" Emilia watched the man who claimed to be in love with her mother. How could he do this to her?
"You have no say in this Emelia. Your future husband will be in the palace tomorrow to fetch you" The king said under his cold gaze. Emelia felt worthless at this moment. Fetch her? Was she some kind of commodity to fetch at any given time?
This man sitting on the throne… She hated him from the bottom of her heart. She said nothing as she walked out and headed to her chamber with tears all over her face. The servants said nothing to her, they only stared at her with pity as she slid down, her back on the wall, and sat on the ground with her face buried in her palms.
Her destiny was written for her, she had no say in it. She never asked for this life and yet she couldn't escape it as well. It is as if the impotent king had kept her to use her, one day in the future, to settle political issues. He must have requested something from the tyrant king of Morose. He must have used her to pay back his debt.