An Imperial Affliction 소설 & 이야기

If she were less virtuous. Her stomach churned with guilt. Not only because of the thoughts themselves, but because a part of her, deep and wild and dangerous, did not feel guilty at all. No. It felt curious. Awake. Hungry. She clenched her jaw. This wasn’t who she was. She was royal. Betrothed. Dignified. She could not afford to entertain such wayward, blasphemous daydreams. Not with Do-won sitting right across from her. Not with her brothers close enough to read the tremble in her fingers.

"You’re not here to protect the family interests, Dante. You’re here because you can’t stand the idea of me having a single moment you don't control. You’re so obsessed with your 'standards' that you’ve forgotten how to be a human being." "We are married on paper," he says coldly. "Don't mistake my presence for anything else." The words land like a slap, but I don't back down. I cross my arms, refusing to move another inch. "Then go back to the villa. Go back to your spreadsheets and your 'real' world. I’d rather be alone with the 'captive reptiles' than spend another second listening to your miserable bullshit." He stares at me, his jaw tightening as the silence stretches between us.

I had tried nine methods of examination and all his organs were perfect, yet he lay weak on his bed, coughing every single time. The only sickness that was very hard to examine is the deadliest, it is called the Affliction and that was what Ethan was suffering from, it is almost incurable. "He had the Affliction," I said aloud, as I looked at Burke, who appeared very surprised. He was surprised that I could catch the illness in a short time and also at the fact that his father is suffering from the Affliction. "What? How the hell could he get the Affliction, Catherine, he hardly left the palace since became Alpha" Burke yelled, confusion written all over his face.

The peace of the realm was too fragile to risk a public panic. "So, you're saying they are trying to break us from the inside out?" Leo asked, his youthful face tightening as he tossed his military logs onto the table. "They are exploiting our peace, Leo," Seraphina explained gently. "When people feel safe, they grow complacent. A tiny seed of suspicion planted between newly allied races can bring the whole empire down." "I’m seeing it in the healing temples, Mother," Luna added, her voice laced with worry. "Several patients who came in this week didn't have physical wounds. They were completely delirious, screaming about shadows hunting them. Their life force feels... hollowed out. Drained.

The Imperial Beta—couch guy trails off as he paces slowly around the chair I’m bound in. “He’s cursed.” His voice drops. I look at him, my brows furrowed. “What does that have to do wi—” I wasn’t able to finish my words when he glares at me. “Every year, for three months, the wolf in his head wakes up and butchers everything in sight. Not metaphorically. We’re talking madwolf. Bloodthirsty. No morals. No leash. He tore through his entire court last year. And I—we . . . burned the bones.”

"Cassandra was a good woman who didn't have a good father, ruining her happiness." Daniel snorted, disdainfully glancing at Richard. "You don't need to comment on these matters." "I'm not commenting, just stating the facts to wake you up," Richard said. "What do you want me to realize?" Daniel asked. "Our name, Imperial Dragon, 'Imperial' means to protect, but it's also a homophone for 'to control,'" Richard explained. "So what?" Daniel asked coldly. "But this control shouldn't be by one person alone," Richard continued.

Kana bowed again before taking a little sip on the tea. "I know you came here because what you heard bothered you." The Empress said all of the sudden that makes Kana surprised. But he collected himself and nodded. "Yes Your Highness.. It actually bothered me." "His Highness the Emperor has been sick for a long time, he always drink some pain reliever tonic if he is out in public. He has this illness that comes from within, the Imperial physicians doesn't know what is this kind of illness but they are certain that he won't live long enough." Empress Jong said and she sigh.

She stayed like that until he calmed down and fell asleep. ‘He’s been too busy these past few days,’ Anton told Josef. ‘Knowing him, he wouldn’t just sit down and rest obediently.’ Josef answered. ‘He always refused to rest and sleep early, to think that it already reached to this point.’ ‘No, Your Highness.’ The doctor answered. ‘This is a different disease altogether. The same as Emperor Franz’ disease.’ Josef and Anton were surprised to hear that. How could Hadrian contract the same disease when he is away from the palace? Anton suspected that Hadrian could got it from his time outside the palace.

The Emperor said. "I can't wait a little longer! I'm already sick of this drugs! I don't want this! Damn. Here I thought I gonna be have some fun but look at me now? Where's the fun now? Argh!"She irritatingly said. Mae cleared her throat as she glance at the Emperor,"Is she always like this?" The Emperor shook his head, "Her true self is coming out because of frustration and effects of the poison with drugs mixed on it."He answered.

Abanri half-shouted, half-moaned. "UH!! Admit it, matron bitch, you have never KNOWN a cock this magnificent stretching your tight fuck-hole. Admit it!" Okotwe thundered. "Your pussy CRAVES what I have to give it. You know this, though your prissy Imperium pride will never admit it. You are like the Imperium men we slew along the city walls. They thought themselves great warriors, but they were nothing more than decadent prigs filled with a sense of self-importance built upon oppression and lies. You are the same, 'noble' bitch; you are just a cunt, tits, and ass, but you think yourself a goddess with a right to rule over us. We will now show you EXACTLY what you are, bitch, and soon your da