Dark woods echoed with the howls of wolves followed by insects trickling, there were voices of thousands of kinds yet the woman who was respectfully escorted inside a fabric tent focused majorly on one of the most calming sounds and waited for the soldiers to either sleep or be completely sure of their safety so they would be careless.

In the fight for the throne, every single person involved was selfish and had their own ulterior motives. Her highness Great Grand Empress Belithia wished to regain her honor while Concubine Leane wished to climb the ladder of imperial power and become a noble consort with Lilith's help.

Aeon was fighting for Artilia and the ministers who had once followed Prince Vzeus were forced to follow Lilith for their own safety. A serene laugh escaped her lips before Lilith discarded her crown carelessly dropping it on the floor.

All were mere chess pieces in her play.

Ambrose had attacked Gaerin and the two kingdoms were fighting for blood, imperial consort Jeansen was restricted inside her palace and her son Dysan was thrown into the war.

Despite being mere chess pieces her allies were doing well just that it wasn't enough to make her sit on the throne.

Laughing like a pure spring breeze as fluttering rose petals sprinkling their scent, the most beautiful woman in the empire hummed a melody as she took off her outer garments and simply wrapped her body up by the most suitable of translucent material that hinted most of her delicate figure with a little of cleavage.

Graceful footsteps followed out of the tent and proceeded to a pond that she had seen nearby.

"HALT! YOU CAN NOT- Princess?" Duke Waran was one of the most significant nobles in the empire of Gaerin and was a close aide of Prince Ragel. If it was any other soldier he would have kowtowed several times to accidentally see an imperial princess half dressed and would have retreated immediately yet Duke Waran's grey irises drank the luscious visage of the princess as he licked his lips.

Honey irises flared with cruel intentions as delicate fingers came forward to adjust the translucent cloak making the Duke look at Lilith and still dare to not retreat.

"Her highness is outside of her chambers in such dark night for?"

"This princess wished to bath, requesting the Duke to respect the norms." Duke Waran felt his anger flaring as his irises again tried to breach all conducts before he smiled.

"Its her highness that must remember the norms of proprietary. If princess gets injured then one would not be able to marry in Daxtros' imperial palace and must become concubine of another." As if those words did not had meaning that she was a whore for King Qiza and those eyes watching her did not have any disgusting intentions Lilith gently smiled.

"Thanking the duke for his precious advice. For now this princess is not venturing far away." The man nodded and let her proceed. Lilith feeling the footsteps going away looked at the moon and sang a tune that was in the ancient language of Heriodonus empire.

When Gaerin, Ambrose and Daxtros along with several parts of Darrin were under the same reign as one magnificent Heriodonus empire the ancient language was used to command the men and women, yet even now that it was extinct Lilith knew bits and pieces of it.

The symphonies were too soft to be considered anything dark yet in reality it was a wartune that indicated murder of hunderds thousands and slaughter of men women and children alike.

The cloak flowed down her body akin to waterfall as the demoness of hell stepped inside the water creating soft ripples, step by step moving inside it and immersing in darkness. With her head inside water, the burning sensation of water clogging her senses gave a sweet pain that was soon diluted when claws with lethal talons held her arm and pulled her head out.

The King of the beasts of night, the Lion looked down at Lilith's face with large carnal golden eyes as if asking its master why did she called.

Threading her fingers through the onyx mane Lilith nodded in acknowledgement.

"Wait for this princess in Daxtros."

____________________________________________________________________________________

"Entering her highness imperial princess Lilith of Gaerin." One could not fathom if she was a human or an immortal nymph when those steps that were laced with elegance and a hint of seduction followed by several representatives and ladies in waiting walked inside the royal court of Daxtros.

The position of the empress was vacant and instead, several princes and princesses were seated. Lilith watched the court in interest before her eyes fell on a beauty rivaling hers.

Her Highness Princess Nevix

"This princess greets his majesty Emperor Qiza." A new flower in the harem or a thorn she was?