Novel & Cerita An Imperial Affliction

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 don't know what else to do. None of the medicine is working. The doctors are saying it is some type of unknown disease." Interesting, Aakifahlynn thought, "Is it contagious?" Aakifahlynn asked, "Yes, Queen Luna, we believe this is the case, as there are a few more ailing at the hospital." We, Aakifahlynn, thought, who were we? "And by we, you mean…?" Aakifahlynn trailed off. Pauline looked at her confusedly but quickly recovered and said, "The Emperor and the people."

I had better things to focus on—preliminary, observing the leaders' kryptonite, establishing connections, and manipulating them like the little harridan I am. I should have channelised my energy and gotten used to being around the elites and superpowers that never bothered inviting serpents to such mega-events to date. If Dhairya was alive, I would have twerked afrobeats around him and rubbed them on his face. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be this close to Daisy, the fairy. He was quite smitten. Serpents had somewhat bad relations with the supreme powers because the Emperor was diagnosed with an illusive supremacy disorder and couldn't crane his neck lower even when he peed. We

I asked, looking up at him. Adrian leaned against the table, his smile turning wry. "The Imperial City is a pit of political vipers, ambitious Alphas, and ancient lords who think they rule the world. Do you really think I’d let my Head Healer go into that den without Stormfang’s steel at her back?" A genuine, lighthearted laugh escaped my lips—a sound so bright and free that Maya couldn't help but smile beside me. "Then let us keep the griffins waiting no longer," I said, standing up and smoothing down my green robes.

Aelanor cried. "Princess, if I may," Nimuel explained, "immortality refers to the act of living forever under the influence of ordinary factors, not withstanding external elements. In a way that the immortal creatures don't get sick or age when they live in their own worlds, the one created exclusively for them. It is when an outside factor is included in the equation, that we risk death, or illness, and this pestilence that is affecting the immortal worlds."

Horan pondered long before he responded, “I don’t know if I will succeed, but I will try my best.” … Meanwhile, in the palace… The emperor glanced at his wrist, where two red lines appeared. He sighed and pulled the sleeve to cover his wrist. Advisor Carpi, who stood before him, was worried. “Your Majesty, should I get the royal physician for you?” The emperor smiled. “Don’t worry. This is expected.” “But, you can’t endure the pain. This is madness, Your Majesty.” “I want this madness to terrorize me alone. I won’t drag my entire subject in this matter.”

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.

"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.