บททั้งหมดของ The Wicked Empress and her Possessive Beast: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Draevor returned to public court exactly as Silverhall feared he would… fully healed, fully restored, and catastrophically encouraged. The injury had not humbled him in the slightest. If anything, surviving ten nights beneath Halrem’s exclusive supervision seemed to have convinced the Black Dominion emperor that fate itself now supported his campaign.The palace discovered this unfortunate development during morning tax council.Tax councils were miserable under the best circumstances. They involved treasury reports, grain tariffs, maritime revenue projections, and enough numerical suffering to make even seasoned ministers question their career choices. Adding Draevor Kaine to the equation transformed misery into something far more dangerous.Halrem sat upon the silver throne reviewing treasury ledgers with visible disgust while ministers debated budget allocations below. Beside her, Draevor occupied his usual position near the throne, one hand resting casually against the carved ma

Halrem made the mistake of mentioning snow.The conversation itself had been harmless, or at least it should have been. Silverhall’s winter court had gathered that evening in the western banquet pavilion beneath crystal lanterns and silver firelight while nobles discussed seasonal trade routes with the kind of exhausting sophistication Halrem typically endured only through force of will.A northern ambassador, already several cups deep into mulled wine, began enthusiastically praising Black Dominion winter festivals.“Even our marriage ceremonies continue during blizzards,” the man declared proudly. “Northern vows sound stronger beneath snowfall.”Halrem, who was halfway through dismantling a particularly offensive dessert arrangement with her fork, looked up with cool disbelief.“No sensible person would kneel in snow voluntarily.”Silence settled around the banquet table immediately because everyone present understood one catastrophic truth… Draevor was listening.The Black Dominion

The countess incident should have discouraged further attempts.It did not.If anything, Halrem’s public destruction of Lady Elira merely transformed Draevor into an even more irresistible challenge among certain circles of nobility. Rumors spread rapidly through Silverhall that the Black Dominion emperor inspired enough possessiveness in the Silver Empress to provoke open social executions at formal banquets.Naturally, several women interpreted this not as a warning but as an invitation.Halrem considered the entire aristocracy intellectually disappointing.The newest offender arrived from the southern coast three days later in the form of Duchess Seraphine Valcor, a widow renowned less for political intelligence than for surviving three husbands while maintaining the expression of a woman perpetually moments away from scandal.Halrem disliked her immediately, partly because Seraphine laughed too strategically and mostly because she looked at Draevor too directly.The duchess joine

By the end of winter, Draevor’s proposals had become so regular that Silverhall had unconsciously begun structuring itself around them.Servants anticipated disaster whenever the emperor of the Black Dominion appeared carrying flowers, official documents, military trophies, architectural plans, unusual animals, ceremonial weapons, or simply an expression that suggested inspiration. Ministers had started ending meetings early in a desperate effort to reduce opportunities for spontaneous public kneeling, while the palace musicians developed the curious survival instinct of slowing their performances whenever Draevor approached Halrem with suspicious calm, as though gentler music might somehow lessen the inevitable emotional casualties.Nothing ever helped.Draevor continued proposing with relentless creativity, and far more alarmingly, Halrem had begun answering him.That, more than the proposals themselves, was the true catastrophe.Somewhere along the way, their exchanges had transfo

Silverhall realized something was terribly wrong the following morning. It was not a political crisis or an enemy at the gates. It was something far more alarming on a personal level.The Empress was far more terrifying than usual, a fact three ministers, one unfortunate physician’s assistant, and nearly every palace servant silently acknowledged before the day was over.By the end of the morning council, three ministers had left the chamber visibly shaken after Halrem dismantled an agricultural proposal with such ruthless precision that an elderly duke later insisted he had briefly experienced spiritual separation from his own body.The devastation continued in the western infirmary, where a physician’s assistant accidentally dropped a tray of surgical instruments and received a seven-minute lecture on professional incompetence so merciless that several witnesses quietly questioned whether emotional recovery was medically possible.The palace servants adapted quickly. They stopped ma