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A delicate visage of a young maiden kowtowing infront of the emperor made King Kyzm feel such mirth that it immediately lightened his mood.

"This princess greets his majesty, Imperial Uncle Kyzm." There was some uncomfortable feelings when such words were uttered yet Kyzm did not took it to his own heart and laughed.

"Dear niece must not blame this one, one had immediate and warm relationship with brother Vzeus but it must be this one's fault that brother did not feel as such and was willing to rebel. This emperor must blame oneself for not educating him well."

Watching her imperial father disgraced infront of the entire Gaerin, princess Lilith wished to burn all the empire to dust yet Emperor Kyzm treated her with extravagance, respect and joy such as to quiet down her hatred, afterall he needed this discarded princess to be sacrificed instead of his daughter Semeara.

"This Emperor has heard that my dear niece was sent to the Great Eastern deserts in childhood and brother Vzeus was cold to you, how unfortunate is my brother that he could not see the grace and devotion you have, yet this one will ask you not to worry about anything...this emperor would treat you as my own daughter."

Yes, she would be treated as his daughter and will be sent on a dangerous journey to Ambrose, if she is able to reach the empire, there were possibilities that she could encite Ambrose's crown prince in her own favor and wage a war, thus on the journey itself she will be disgraced and killed by King Kyzm's guards.

What did a fifteen-year-old child know?

Prince Vzeus had never mentioned the imperial family of Gaerin to her thus there were no warnings that she had heard against her uncles from him. For Lilith this was family and them leaving her father alive was a sign of mercy yet the blood of a warrior smells dangers and intentions of the people well.

"This one has a great joy of having a daughter and was very much happy to wed my daughter Semeara to Ambrose prince since Prince Alexander is known for his valor and courage, is only a little older than her and the match was one of the most auspicious since the beginning of the establishment of the empire yet Lilith, this uncle of yours is unfortunate...Princess Semeara has a weak body and according to the imperial physician cannot take such a long journey.

One will treat you as my own and will marry you to Prince Alexander in place of Princess Semeara. Can dear niece do it? This way one can forgive Prince Vzeus on your behalf."

Golden irises trembled in melancholy, she did not wished to get married to anyone that she had never even seen the face of, she simply starved for her father's love and affection, wished to see her family well yet since it came down to this....she dared not refuse.

Her brother General Casagon had warned her of King Kyzm's intentions and even if she was not completely aware of his nature, there was a high chance that he wished to sacrifice her.

Would she accept such conditions?

"This princess will comply." The informal words spoken by King Kyzm which seem to pretend that he was close to Lilith were barred by her formal distant tone. She will sacrifice her entire being if it meant her family can be left alive.

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"Crown Princess Artilia, this grand empress has heard that a slut has entered the imperial palace today, one has taken you as my grand-daughter in law thus would like to entrust you with some responsibilities....will the crown princess be capable enough to do it?"

Empress mother Daphne and the imperial consort Jeansen turned a blind eye to the red finger marks on Princess Artilia's throat.

It was not hidden from the entire palace that Crown Prince Zorah, that psychotic monster abused Artilia, his lawful consort and derived pleasure from it yet none of them cared enough to stop the cruel proceedings.

Crown Prince Zorah, the son of King Kyzm and the abandoned Empress that was currently thrown into the cold palace where even food was scarce would sooner or later be removed and in his position will sit Prince Dysan, only son of Imperial consort Jeansen and blooded brother of Princess Semeara.

"T-this p-princess will comply." None in the world cared about the pale form and trembling visage of a seventeen year old girl who shivered with the maliciousness in Empress Daphne's gaze.

Contempt and viciousness flashed in the black irises before imperial consort Jeansen stepped forward and as if looking down upon a slave, ordered the crown princess.

"My only daughter, Princess Semeara has the grace of a moon, thus the person impersonating her must ensure that her own wild character is not shown. That lowly daughter of Prince Vzeus must not step out of the bounds and keep a veil on her hideous face since now on.

There are numerous in the empire that have seen princess Semeara and can distinguish between her and that lowly servant. Thus, go and guide her to always be inside the palace and not try to show her own appearance to even a single soul.

This consort will from now onwards announce, that my daughter will not show her appearance till her wedding, due to a sacred ritual...but the woman from lowly origins must never forget that she is not my own daughter but an impersonater."