"Holy saintess! This empress requests her highness to save this one's husband! The imperial physicians are unable to detect the poison in his majesty's body....." A thousand eyes were watching the scene being played with half the amount of mouths crying horrendously as officials kowtowed, again and again, to beg Helixis to help Emperor Heun.

The entire banquet was overturned upside down as the soldiers secured the palace, refusing to let go even a single soul when their monarch's condition was unstable.

At that instant in the mortal realm, a chaotic war was unfolding its wings.

Helixis looked at each of the men and then at Empress Feyore who had her eyes covered in mist with those raged insane red-rimmed pools of ink-black irises. A look was bestowed to the crown prince of Ambrose empire standing behind his empress mother. In all her life Helixis had never seen a being so hateful, at the age of twenty-five, Crown Prince Alexander looked devoid of any emotion when his imperial father was at the doors of death while the empress excluded a strange kind of emotion...mirth and joy that she did not even bother hiding when she saw Helixis.

When her lashes fluttered and eyes raised to meet Helixis there was a bizarre smirk.....as if she had snatched something away from the saintess. as if......as if she was aware of Heun and her relationship.

The Saintess was soon led into the chambers where the imperial physicians were sweating profusely as if all hopes to save the monarch was lost.

"This empress trusts only her majesty, the Saintess at this moment, we must give space to her highness for her to treat and make his majesty better. Imperial physician how is the condition of his majesty?" The man looked at Heun with a pale face as if he had lost all thoughts yet when the same features greeted Empress Feyore they were contorted to a mixture of a bizarre combination of fear and apprehension.

"R-Replying to her ladyship, his highness the sun of Ambrose has a foul condition for this lowly physician to treat yet one has heard far and wide of the Saintess's deposition and miracles, this servant believes it is within the capability of her highness to treat his majesty."

In other words it was saying- if Helixis cannot treat Heun then it will be seen as a deliberate attempt to murder Heun in cold blood since she can treat him with her powers, if she fails then the cost might be her life.

Empress Feyore watched the physicians bow down and retreat before crying pitifully.

"Younger sister must try her best or if his majesty dies.....you will be the one who shall be buried alive next to him."

Younger sister.......a way to address a fellow consort or concubine. Feyore had known that Helixis was Heun's precious little secret and the one to inform her of so...General Bezos.

Teary onyx eyes refused the leave the face of Heun even when the world was falling apart.

The circumstances were not normal, in any case scenario an empress would not ask all officials to leave, this was all a scheme made to trap the two lovers and kill them so the empress could secure the throne for her eldest son and remove any future obstacles.....

Raven hair fluttered with wind as the one watching the world collapse smiled so sweetly that it was heartbreaking to watch.

The children whom Heun refused to abandon turned a blind eye to his treatment

The woman he gave enough respect and an unshakable position of an empress so to compensate their non-existent marriage alliance poisoned him

They all tried to take his life

A little dagger was trailed across the fragile porcelain wrist making blood droplets collect as morning dew after the woman sat beside Heun. She could sense so many breaths in the room- assassins.

Truly abhorrent

Sweet trickling blood was poured into the mouth of the dying man when a figure from the shadows emerged.

"Behead them all"

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The white marble structure under the open sky was a little palace within the great palace filled with snow lion sculptures that sprouted water from oasis into the pool. Azure emeralds encrusted as the majestic lion's eye shone under the pine trees that provided shade and privacy to the harem area.

Exotic flower petals floated into the sparkling liquid making it seem like a personification of heaven on earth with all kinds of fragrant oils and soaps from all around the empire was kept at the side while her majesty's favored essence was rubbed onto her back by a maid as another washed her hair, there were five more female servants present in the magnificent pillared royal bath that did not have any roofs thus they kept ice block in the areas to cool the temperature

Yet the thing that made the maids retreat was neither the intimidation of grandeur nor their mistress that was bathing yet the man who stormed inside deliberately at this time knowing fully well that she was inside taking a bath right now.

The women had flushed cheeks as they giggled before running off into the distance as the Sultan approached his cbride of seventeen seasons.

"Little flower." Pulling her out of the water with utmost delicacy was the first thing the Sultan did before showing her the jewels from Grevian that a merchant had recently sold to him. Violet crown was embellished onto Nevix's head as pearl necklaces were fitted into her neck, the princess of Daxtros blinked before giggling joyfully.

"Emperor husband is so silly." Laughter echoed throughout the arena for another few minutes as the wet silk gown that she was wearing now drenched Zexzerus's clothes while he covered her with all kinds of precious gems.

"This one is silly for her highness princess." Cupping her face into both his palms, a deep kiss was planted onto her lips making her breaths erratic. Nevix could not wait to officialy become the empress, she wished for a family with Zexzerus, she wished to spend all her life beside him.

She wished to wear green more since Zexzerus always praised her eyes of two colors calling her 'the vibrant moon of deserts'.

Soon, shy moans of pleasure filled the ears of the man holding her down, crying like a canary and then complaining with wide expressive eyes was what she did always when she found herself trapped in precarious situations as such.

Callused fingers threaded through the soft strands of waist-length hair and tugged them a little to again make her whimper.

"Zexzerus..." pink nails that were polished with essential oils scratched his wide shoulders as the water slashed when he held her up before climbing down the stairs for dipping into the royal bath of the imperial palace of the Great Eastern deserts.

The love they had for one another was once in a lifetime, rare and undecipherable yet how long was it going to last?