Warning: Adult content, please move to the next chapter if you are below 18 years old
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The Emperor royal robe flowed behind him like a dark wave, brushing the polished floor. His expression was calm… almost too calm. But his presence alone pressed heavily against the air.
"Your Majesty…" Amelia stammered, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "The Empress… she left a few minutes ago. She awaits you in your private chambers."
Her hands shook.
Her knees felt weak.
"Get up," he said.
The command was simple.
But it carried weight.
Amelia quickly stood,
Amelia froze.
This was the first time she had ever seen the emperor so closely.
Though she had always feared, and even hated him… standing before him now was different. Too real. Too overwhelming.
Her father, Mr. Sebastian, was lying in the hospital because of him.
Because of a single careless word.
And now...
Here she was.
Face to face with the man who ruled everything. her head lowered, her eyes fixed on the floor. She didn't dare look at him.
Her entire body trembled.
Yet,
Alexander did not move.
He just stared at her.
That alone made Liam, standing behind him, slightly confused.
The emperor… was not a man who lingered.
"What is your name?" Alexander asked.
"Amelia… my lord," she replied softly.
He stepped closer.
His shadow fell over her completely.
Amelia's breath hitched.
Without realizing it, she stepped back,
Once.
Twice—
Her body bumped into the edge of a table, her balance slipping.
She was about to fall...
But a hand caught her.
Firm.
Warm.
Alexander held her by the waist, steadying her before she hit the ground.
Amelia froze in his grip.
Her breath quickened.
Slowly, his hand moved, from her waist, upward, brushing lightly along her back, then pausing at her shoulder.
He admired her, and found himself touching her hair,
The contact was gentle.
But it sent a wave of fear through her.
"I… I am not Your Grace…" she stammered quickly. "The Empress awaits you in your chambers,"
But Alexander wasn't listening.
Something inside him had shifted.
His celestial power—unpredictable, restless, stirred violently within him.
It reacted.
To her.
He didn't understand why.
He could have stepped away.
He should have.
But he didn't.
For the first time in his life,
He lost control,
Over a woman, not just any woman, to a maid in the palace,
In a sudden motion, he pushed her back onto the bed.
Her dress lifted slightly exposing her laps,
Amelia gasped softly, her eyes widening in shock.
Is he going to... Her heart raced,
She was a virgin,
"Your Majesty, please…" she whispered, panic rising in her chest.
Her hands clutched at her clothes, trying to shield herself, her body trembling beneath him.
Liam stood at the door.
Conflicted.
This… was not right.
But he couldn't interfere.
No one could.
To stop the emperor was to invite death.
Slowly, he turned away… and shut the door behind him. He breath out almost in shock and surprise,
" My eyes saw this" he said.
Standing outside, he exhaled sharply, unease settling deep in his chest.
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Inside the chamber,
Amelia's voice trembled.
"Please… spare me, Your Highness…"
Her heart pounded wildly.
Fear consumed her.
Alexander said nothing.
His mind was clouded.
Driven by something he couldn't explain,
something stronger than reason, she couldn't push him, or fight back, because she was scared, he was the Emperor, The most powerful Man alive, " please.. spare me Your majesty" but instead, the emperor dropped his royal staff,
Amelia tried to move, to escape,
But he held her down, his strength overwhelming.
Pinning her to the mattress.
He leaned in to kiss her, dipply,
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she realized...
that she couldn't stop him.
The room felt suffocating.
Her quiet pleas filled the silence, breaking again and again against his unyielding presence.
And then,
Everything changed.
It's happened so fast, he loosed her zip...
He tore her underwear.
"Please my lord, I'm hurt" she cries, but Alexander didn't stop, he kept trusting dipply into her, and broke her virginity.
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Moments later,
Silence.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
Outside the chamber, Liam stood still.
From within, he could hear faint cries… then nothing.
He closed his eyes briefly.
He understood.
But he remained where he was.
He knew the emperor must
Have done something to her,
" So wrong" he mutters under his breath!
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Inside,
Amelia felt sharp pain in her legs,
Broken.
She couldn't cry anymore,
Her body trembled faintly as she tried to gather herself, bearing the pain, the emperor is inflicting on her,
Why her, she cried again,
Alexander was still on her, and he moans dipply in pleasure, his breathing uneven.
Slowly,
His mind cleared.
And reality hit him.
His gaze dropped.
There, on the sheets…
On her…
Traces of what had just happened.
His expression shifted.
For the first time,
Regret flickered.
He knew what he had done, and the woman was exhausted,
Slowly he stopped and stood up from her,
Amelia slowly sat up, her movements weak and unsteady.
She didn't look at him.
Not once.
She gathered what remained of her dignity and stood, her legs barely supporting her.
Then,
She ran.
Out of the room.
Away from him.
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Later that night
In the Emperor's private chamber,
The Empress sat elegantly on the bed, her posture perfect, her expression soft and inviting.
As Alexander entered, she smiled brightly and stood, walking toward him.
"My lord… I've been waiting for you," she said sweetly.
She moved closer, gently loosening her robe, revealing just enough to tempt, to allure.
But—
Before she could reach him,
Alexander pushed her away.
Not harshly.
But coldly.
Distantly.
"Return to your chambers," he said.
His voice held no warmth.
No desire.
No emotion.
The Empress froze, shock flashing across her face.
"My lord…?" she whispered.
But he had already turned away.
His mind…
Was no longer with her.
It was somewhere else.
With a trembling girl,
Whose presence he could not forget.
And a mistake that would change everything.