The allies and schemes

Upon receiving the news about the crowned prince’s new stabilizer, Armanah Kolvok—the first woman stabilizer of the prince, couldn't help but sneer. Arrogance and elegance was exuding around her pretty little face—since she was holding the title of the crowned prince woman omega stabilizer for many years—from the day where the manifestation of the crowned prince as a dominant alpha took place.

It hasn't been days since the existence of the new girl commenced, yet the classified information was already taken by her insiders. As a long term remedy for the prince, Armanah has been also building up some allies and connections, for such a time like this.

“Is that so? I wonder about the ability of the woman who dares to covet my property! Continue . . .” The woman signalled. Her mind was still holding up, because she's the only woman who can stabilize the prince rut within three days. As for the record, her significance in the Parallel city was known to all.

“As for today, the new stabilizer was still inside of the prince’s palace and was being coaxed also by Miss Rita. It stated in our insiders report that the woman stabilizer was named Hassiba Rastman—an orphan and was living off with the government's subsidies. She was also residing in the slump area . . . a part of the labor team who's collaborating in making clothes for the royalties.” Armanah’s brows furrowed as her knuckles shook.

“The audacity of that mere insect! Are you telling me that she was able to lay in the prince bed without pulling some tricks or asking for any help? Are you taking me as a fool, Bamnak?” The woman’s unbothered face was now beaming with uncontained anger and dissatisfaction. “What did his majesty see upon that bitch? Does she even rival my abilities? My charm and body?” Armanah stood and was looking outside the window of her lonely yet lucrative consort palace. The world was aware about her importance, but until now, she was still one of the consort and not the prince lawfully wedded wife, or soon to be a queen . . .

“Did I tell you to stop talking?” Armanah’s voice became eerily calm again.

“Oh, please pardon me, your grace. But I was bewildered with the report. I'm having doubts that my most competent gatherer’s report at the moment is legit.” Armanah who was now looking outside the window scenery, turned and faced the man with her furrowed brows. Her fingers were playing the soft curtains with its live roses decorations.

“Just say it. Don't make me wait or I'll have your head to ease my anger.” Armanah plucked a single rose and started pulling its petals off.

“Y-yes, your grace. It stated here that the girl treated his majesty’s period in just a day . . .”

“What?” Armanah took the report paper on her right hand’s grasp.

“Is this true? This isn't a forged document right?” Armanah was now looking at the medical report of the crowned prince. “Where are the other details?” Her small and slender soft hands began flipping off the four pages of paper.

“That’s all we have for now, your grace. It seems like her highness Rita is being careful about the new girl’s abilities.”

“The prince woke up immediately . . .” Armanah mumbles as she lets the papers fall from her hands.

“Your grace, are you okay?” She could see that Bamnak was slowly approaching her. But subconsciously retreated feeling the negative energy surrounding her.

“Get out of my sight, Bamnak. Get out!” Armanah lost her temper for the first time in a long time. Her anger burst without hesitation. Even the guards outside the door were on alert just by hearing her voice.

Armanah was still shaking and could kill someone without a doubt. As the only child of a noble family, Armanah never failed in anything. Especially those things where she has set an eye to.

A sudden knock on the door brought Armanah back to her senses. She then stood straight and quickly fixed her appearance.

“Your grace, her highness Rita was on her way to see you,” one of the guard’s uttered. Some of the guards that were placed outside her room were carefully picked by her father. So when it comes to loyalty Armanah’s welfare comes first before the sake of the emperor.

“Y-yes. Let her in when she finally comes,” answered Armanah with her sweetest voice.

Inside Armanah’s room, Bamnak was now on his way out using the secret emergency exit.

“Your grace, Nanyah is here.” Bamnak was referring to the maid who was patiently waiting at the back of the secret door, together with another maid.

“Hurry and tidy up everything,” Armanah said, then gracefully sat at her bed with a book in her hand. While the secret door was now firmly closed like nothing rushed happened earlier. Even the messed up curtain and scattered rose petals was nowhere to be seen.

Another knock on the door was heard. This time, Armanah was waiting all prepared and composed.

“Her highness Rita is here . . .” After the announcement, the door was now fully opened.

Armanah directly stood from the bed and slightly bent her knees to show the emperor's sister some respect.

She then signaled the maids to go out.

“Miss Rita . . .” Armanah was showing her innocence playing the victim —pitiful smile.

“Was there something that is bothering you, my dear?” Armanah bowed and kissed the right hand of Miss Rita. Like she always does.

“Was it true, your highness? Did the prince find a new stabilizer and no longer need my service? Am I going to be thrown away like a damped rag?” Armanah saw how Miss Rita smiled at her with assurance with a distinct hint of mockingly.

“How can you compare yourself to someone who has no roots, Armanah? How come a lowly born could shake you this hard? Am I being too lenient with you lately?” Armanah bit her tongue and grind her teeth.

“My apologies, your highness. I was being rude and disrespectful. I am not using my brain.” Being submissive in front of the emperor's sister always saves Armanah in the face of trouble.

“The crowned prince wanted to see you tonight at a banquet. Make yourself presentable and dignified—to the point where you can lure the prince in the privy.” Armanah smiles brightly. Hearing the favorable invitation, she was now sure that the prince still wanted her.

“I am grateful to what you said, your highness. Rest assured that I will be at my peak tonight.”

“Good. Remember, do not mess with your chance. Stay out of trouble and do not touch any consort tonight. Particularly the new one. Let me handle her and just focus on your task.” Armanah bowed her head.

“Yes, your highness . . .” Armanah was drilling holes on the floor with her eyes.

Armanah could hear the footsteps moving away. The opening and the closing of the door, until she was left alone again.

“That chance was supposed to be mine! What a waste of my precious resources and opportunity. Heh! I will never stop until that stupid woman die, or stay away from here with her own accord!”