The congress resumed as soon as dawn broke. But some nobles werenât present. Fabianâs heart wasnât at ease because Sagan, the Duke of Metis, was the leader of that flock.
âItâs just my illusion, or are there so many vacant seats?â
The innocent- Prime Minister quickly stepped forward, bowing his head. âPlease forgive me, Your Majesty, but the Duke Metis said heâd be late because he wasnât feeling well.â
âHuh, the Emperor is also here. If heâs feeling sick, heâs better to go back to his estate.â Fabian sighed. The nobles all shut their mouth at his wistful words.
Also, the power of Duke Metis couldnât be underestimated, so they didnât dare to disagree with him. If the two of them turned into enemies, those who stood in the middle could only see the bloodshed.
âFine, letâs leave those who canât attend.â
An unpleasant situation could have been turned into a beneficial one.
âI will convene the Imperial Senate.â
For a moment, there was a murmur among the nobles. The Imperial Senate could only summon together when there was a major event in the Empire. And the last time they were called, it was at the time of Fabianâs legalization as the Emperor.
âSend the edict to the family of five wise elders at once.â
The Senate was appointed by the first Imperial Emperor. At that time, each of the five wise elders was given a role. Then their family descendants carried that tradition, taking over the task from generation to generation.
The Senate-elders had great honor in the Empire. However, like the âwiseâ word that pinned on their name. Those elders were only involved in the âwork of âvirtue.â According to the First Emperorâs decree, those elders, including his family, couldnât attend the parliament or participate in political affairs. It was to prevent the power-bias from going to one place.
âYour Majesty, you must have a good reason to summon the Senate-elders.â The Prime Minister brought out his words cautiously.
âItâs my orders,â Fabian answered coldly.
âBut Your Majesty, first of all, weâve never called the senate-elders without a clear reason.â The other Minister intervened as well. Besides, it was impossible to summon the Senate elders in only a day or two.
âNow, is there anything clearer than my orders?â Fabian raised his body from the throne and glared at his Minister with sharp eyes. âOr should I get permission from you one by one before I give my orders?â
âHow dare we â¦â¦ but itâs not the case, for politeness weâd better give a clear reason before calling the Senate. â
âYou mean, in other words, I force to call them without knowing the etiquette?â
A cold sweat spilled on the Prime Ministerâs back.
âNo, Your Majesty.â
Everyone knew that Fabian was an arrogant Emperor who liked to force his will. But he never once broke the rules or was tainted by corruption. In fact, all of his orders always had justifiable reasons, but this time the ministers didnât seem willing to back down.
âConvening Imperial Senate is a very serious matter. So, when they arrive, I will declare it as an edict. Well, if anyone thinks Iâm wrong, speak now.â
Nobody in the room dared to open their mouths. They could die young before Fabianâs eyes, and they also had to bet the fate of their family. Therefore, there was no need to oppose it even if they didnât know the reason. There was still an opportunity to raise objections after the Senate began discussing the issue in person.
âThereâs no one? Then, I will issue an edict.â
They all agreed reluctantlyâthose who were quick-witted thought that the absence of Duke Metis might be related to this.
âThen, move on to todayâs agenda.â
The noblesâ faces turned white with fatigue. After being forced to attend the meeting from yesterday until morning, they wondered if there was anything left to discuss. But Fabian didnât care and still rummaged the papers in his hand.
âLooking at last yearâs records, thereâs still no improvement in tax collection.â
âThe problem is that we donât know the exact number of people, and we donât have a systematic method.â The face of the finance minister was visibly tired. There was no perfect measure of tax collection in any country or any era. He couldnât understand why the Emperor raised such a chronic topic at this point. So, the tax problem would exist forever. In other words, Fabian was trying to put a huge burden on all the nobles at congress now.
âThen, I want to see the noblesâ ability in this congress until real reform plan is made.â
âYour Majesty, I beg youâ¦â¦itâs not a short-term agenda. How long will this congress beâ¦â¦.â
âItâs until you come up with a clear improvement plan that I agree with.â
Apparently, this was Fabianâs revenge on them for not agreeing to his idea of summoning the senate elders earlier. But no one could refuse the Emperorâs self-righteousness.
âWell, I hope you have a good plan.â Fabian turned around casually. In the first place, he didnât really care and only acted as he pleased.
As soon as the Emperor disappeared, the assembly hall was filled with sighs.
âItâs all ⦠whatâs going on here?â
âBy all means, Your Majestyâs orders is nonsense.â
Someone almost realized that.
âIt seems that we are doomed to stay locked in this hall until His Majesty is satisfied.â
Everyone nodded, agreeing at someoneâs words, and flung themselves into the chair. In particular, the senior ministers had been complaining of the hardships since yesterday.
âI donât know why he wants to call the senate-elders, butâ¦â¦ I think there will be a big surprise.â
All nodded their heads at the Prime Ministerâs wording with mixed feelings.
****
âWhat a sight.â Fabian sighed unpleasantly. The more he thought about it, the more displeased he became with Duke Metisâ behavior.
Sagan didnât see him as the Emperor at all. The view of the empty chairs in the meeting hall was on his purpose. With this, all became clear, what would happen to the Empire if that person had more power.
âYour Majesty, I have something to say.â Serus managed to open his mouth.
ââ¦â¦I can already guess.â Fabian crumpled his face. Seeing Serusâ expression, it seemed it wasnât good news.
âIs Empress-mother here?â
âYes. Sheâs waiting for you in your palace.â
Then it was. Whatever Sagan did, it was proof that he still kept his attention to Fabian. He was trying to annoy Fabian with the only weapon he had. It was Fabianâs mother.
âAndâ¦â¦Lady Stella Metis is coming, too.â
Now Fabian could see their purpose clearly. The Metis family still hadnât given up the Empress position.
Fabian closed his eyes for a moment when his headache struck in. Why didnât he feel it before? Looking back, it had been going on for a long time ago. Still, when Fabian tried to protect Evelyn and his child, he finally could feel the fatigue.
âIâm really tiredâ¦..â
His low self-talk rang in silence.
***
Monica, the Empress-mother, and her niece, Stella, waited for Fabian side by side in the inner palace-living room.
Since Monica knew her sonâs nature so well, she already gave up halfway and took a bite of her long hookah. The other guest, Stella, couldnât express herself, trying to swallow her nervousness.
âWellâ¦â¦thereâs no need to get nervous.â Monica spewed smoke before talking to her niece.
âYes?â Stella opened her eyes wide and looked at Monica in wonder.
âYou canât survive in the Imperial family if you stick to trivial matters. If you worry too much and are nervous, it means youâre the only one whoâs going to fail.â
These Imperial men were indeed indifferent. But in Monicaâs situation, nothing was different from her own family, the Metis.
Monica had no sisters, and she grew up under pressure to become an Empress and gave birth to a successor from an early age. So, only after the birth of Fabian, could she feel at ease.
âHis Majesty is not anyoneâs. He canât be a womanâs husband. If you expect something like that, youâre just going to get hurt.â
In a sense, Monica was a wise aunt.
âBeing an Empress⦠itâs just a title to qualify that woman has the right to give birth to this Empireâs successor. And if you succeed, you will become an Empress-mother like me and support your family. Thatâs all.â
That was the crucial difference between Monica and Evelyn. Unlike Monica, who already aware of this fact, Evelyn didnât know anything.
âThe former Empress was too naive. I knew it at first sight. It was a face in love. Like a fool.â
Stellaâs feelings suddenly flared up. There was a blush of love that couldnât be hidden on her cheeks. And Monica just wanted to tell her the truth.
âI think you also wonât last long anyway. The Imperial family is not a place where you can live expecting love from the beginning. â¦â¦do you understand what I mean?â
Stella stayed silent and couldnât answer her auntâs question.
âDidnât your older sister teach you?â asked Monica.
It was funny that the Empressâs duty had been pointed out to the younger sister, and her older sister didnât teach Stella anything.
Stella bit her lips hard before she went on to say, âIâm sorry⦠⦠Originallyâ¦Iâm not a candidate at first, soâ¦â¦.â
âWell, actually, youâre still too young when you were picked as the Empressâ candidate. Originally, itâs your sister who should become the Empress.â
Fabianâs stubbornness, however, had fucked up the whole plan. When the Felice Royal Princess was chosen as the Empress, Stellaâs older sister, the former Lady Metis, lost her marriage and married someone else.
âBut Iâm glad that youâre the youngest. This must be the tough fate of the Metis family.â
The Emperorâs divorce had changed the situation again. Besides, nearly three years had passed since the Empressâ seat was empty. No matter how stubborn Fabian was right now, he couldnât postpone it any longer.
âListen carefully. Someone has to be the Empress anyway, and youâre the only candidate who can fill the spot.â Monica stared at Stellaâs nervousness.
âBut, if His Majesty doesnât like meâ¦â¦.â
Smiling, Monica couldnât stand it and laugh.
âForget something like âloveâ now. Iâm saying this for you.â
There had never been a happy or loving moment in Monicaâs life. The same thing happened to her son, Fabian as well.
âStella, thereâs just one thing you can think about and hope for. Itâs only giving birth to an Emperorâs successor.â
Stella nodded reluctantly. She looked sad because she couldnât expect a little affection even if she wasnât loved.
âDid my words sound heartless?â
âA littleâ¦â
âBut His Majesty is more heartless than this.â
For a moment, Stella had forgotten what to say.
âItâs no different from me, his mother. Or you? Or the former Empress? â¦â¦ His Majesty is the same as all the Empireâs men. To them, the feeling is something trivial and not important.â
Monica had an exhausted expression on her face. The only thing that remained for her after living so many years in the Imperial family was a disappointment.
In those long, dry years, Monica lived only waiting for her son to become the Emperor. And when Fabian ascended the throne, in appreciation of her contribution, she eventually lived a free and luxurious life in the Southern Palace.
It was the best life-ending for a woman who lived as an Empress.
âBut I heard⦠⦠At that time, my sister couldnât become the Empress because His Majesty was in love with the former Empress⦠⦠.â
âYou must have heard wrong,â Monica replied confidently. Fabian was a child who looked like her cold husband, and he even never showed any love to his own mother.
âItâs a good thing,â Stella said with a calm look.
This time, Monicaâs expression was a little puzzled.
âWhat? Because His Majesty is heartless?â
âNo, at least he didnât care for his former Empress. So, he gave her permission to divorce.â
Huh, this time, Monica spitted out an admiring laugh. Seeing this, she was a daughter who resembled her older brother, Duke Metis. Indeed, Stella was a Lady of Metis. On the contrary, it was Monica who was naively worried about her.
âHis Majesty doesnât have to love me,â said Stella, smiling prettily.
Only
âAs long as he doesnât have a woman, he likes more than me, thatâs enough.â
Stellaâs first love was blooming in a slightly weird direction. Monica stared at her and simply nodded. Anyway, she didnât mean to mind if her nieceâs purpose wasnât wrong.
âYou can give birth to His Majestyâs heir. After I see you become the Empress, I can go back to the Southern Palace and live as before, and the glory of Metis will continue. You can do that.â
âYes.â Stellaâs eyes sparkled.
Monica seemed to see herself in the past.
Actually, itâs also something useless. But she decided not to say such a thing.
Sooner or later, Stella would realize it by herself.
Comments(0)
Join the discussion — sign in to leave a comment
Sign In to CommentNo comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts!