“I see you’re as materialistic as I was,” Corianne remarked, her eyebrow raised and arms crossed. “But I dare say that you take it to an even greater extreme."

I chuckled under my breath. “That’s exactly how things are supposed to be,” With a dismissive wave of my hand, I signaled the tailors and servants to leave the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I resumed speaking, seizing the privacy that between us.

"I am the new empress, and it is imperative that I establish a firm foundation to earn the respect of all. I desire their reverence, surpassing even what the former empress received. The nobles are discerning, and the slightest misstep could jeopardize everything, leading to harmful rumors that would tarnish my reputation. Thus, commencing with my outward presentation seems only reasonable. You can’t possibly think that an empress would wear shabby, hand-me-down clothes, right?"

I breathed out as I reflected about the weight of my position.

“I have to show everyone what I’m capable of. From the appearance, the influence, and power.”

Corianne’s facial expression fell. ‘That reminds me of the old days when I had the same goals, being the queen of Eurhyia’ she thought.

She never fails to amuse me, and having the power of hearing people’s thoughts made things more interesting. I can only imagine nobles who’ll give me empty praises, but I’ll know who are lying and who meant it.

Being banished without the opportunity for a coming-of-age ceremony has resulted in limited knowledge about my existence among the people of the empire.

While Heloise has chosen not to disclose the circumstances surrounding my ascension to the throne, I am aware that I must independently establish my credibility, trust, and support.

I will strive to attain everything through my own efforts, ensuring that my achievements speak for themselves.

A mind that ponders the big picture, eyes that penetrates people’s souls, and a tongue that inspires people’s hearts. That’s the kind of leader people will love. But it’s not something that I can give – not all of those. My role is not to please them, but for them to please and kneel down in front of me.

“I noticed earlier that most of the designs you chose are dark colors. During those days when I was the queen of Eurhyia, I had bright clothing meant while the sun is up, and dark clothing when the sun is down. You have some light colors, but do you hate pastel that much?”

“Pastel won’t suit red hair. I’m afraid you have poor imagination, my dear aunt.” I appreciate her thought to consider brighter ones, but when it’s about clothing, I never liked bright colors, especially pastel. Such colors are too … childish and happy. It simply doesn’t express anything about my personality.

“It’s time for you to have an idea about your roots since you’re now back in where you belong. House Chavalleve is one of the guardian houses of Marrossi. Yet, Azriel got rid of the duke recently before I came here, making them fall. It’s supposed to cause civil war, but Azriel acted like a tyrant who killed their entire family. Your former castle is still standing, except that everyone is dead. Would you like me to make you the duchess of the fallen house? You’re a Chavalleve to begin with, though you can no longer remember anything about it. The duke who died was your brother, Duke Walchelin.” I offered, but Corianne rolled her eyes in disinterest.

It’s considered as a rude reaction especially because I’m the empress now, but I won’t take everything personally. Moreover, my words sounded scary than inviting.

“Thank you for the ridiculous offer, but I refuse. You’re expecting me, the former queen of Eurhyia to live in a duchy full of dead bodies? You must be joking. I’m not sure if you’re mocking me or if you have pure intentions.” She glared at me, which isn’t surprising. Picking with her isn’t so bad.

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Despite our differences, I recognize the value of having Corianne by my side. Not only can I utilize her presence to make my mother reflect on the consequences of her actions towards Corianne, but it has become clear to both of us that she would be bereft of significance without my influence.

If not for my intervention, Corianne would still be confined to the prison borne out of her son's deep-seated animosity.

“You took it negatively. But then anyway, if leading a duchy isn’t your cup of tea, then you can just stay by my side here at the palace. Perhaps it would be wise to call Marius and my father so that they can live here. Caenare mountain may be peaceful, but living in the palace is better.”

‘She has a good point. Though I’d like Marius to be here, Elliot has no desire to return to the palace. Won’t it be weird to bring Marius here and leave him behind?’ Corianne’s unspoken thoughts are true.

I like the fact that she’s thinking about my father’s well-being as well. Beneath her audacious demeanor, there lies a genuine care for those she feels indebted to.

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In the Ruivenfiere Empire, the dukes have a customary practice of meeting with the empress every three months to provide firsthand reports on the state of the regions they oversee.

The former empress believed that direct communication from the individuals in charge was preferable to receiving reports through intermediaries.

This method served as a means of ensuring the functionality of the empire's defenses, as the empress sought assurance that all aspects of the empire's protection were robust and secure.

Indeed, there is nothing inherently problematic with the upcoming event. It has been two weeks since I ascended to the position of empress, and in six weeks' time, I will have the opportunity to meet with the Ruivenfiere dukes. As such, preparations should commence promptly.

This gathering presents the perfect occasion to demonstrate to them that despite the absence of a formal coming-of-age ceremony, I am the most suitable ruler for the empire, surpassing both Hervouet and Azriel in every aspect.

The silence about Azriel’s sudden disappearance feels like the calm before a storm. He’s the weakest among the three of us, the least deserving to inherit the crown. But I keep hearing the thoughts of most of the servants here who are worried about him.

It is perplexing that Azriel has garnered the affection of the people. While I have yet to encounter opposition to my position as empress, I can't help but wonder what qualities they find so appealing about him. It is a mystery that I am eager to unravel.

Now is not the time to stress over the absence of someone like Azriel. My priority lies in proving myself, starting with a thorough cleaning and the recruitment of trustworthy individuals who can serve me diligently.

I have to identify and remove those who remain loyal to my mother, as her cunning nature could easily influence them to turn against me.

I cannot let that happen.

Some of the people I’ll be needing are the ones who will be surrounding me to take care of my personal affairs.

The inner court ladies.

Which means, I’ll be needing several ladies-in-waiting instead of depending on maids alone.

The duties of inner court ladies are divided into four parts.

One who will oversee the staff, their tasks and do disciplinary actions which requires prudence. Second, the one who’ll be receiving visitors, arrange gatherings and appointments.

Third, a lady who’ll be in charge for my food and medicine when needed, and the last one – a lady who’ll be in charge of my clothing. This should be someone who has an eye for beauty, and have connections with boutiques and the like.

At present, I am hesitant to trust Izavenes completely. I still have to win their loyalty, because all of them are still loyal to the former empress.

Given that Herzoyona Eskal is predominantly inhabited by humans who typically have limited involvement in imperial affairs, I may find individuals suitable for the roles I am seeking within this region.

Additionally, these individuals do not hail from influential houses, but rather from noble families with smaller spheres of influence.

I rang the bell on my table, and an attendant came in.

“Send someone to search the entire region of Heryozona Eskal and look for ten daughters of a Count. Those who are 21 to 29 years of age. Do a background check on each too. I’ll be inviting them to a tea party here in the palace, and don’t let my orders get known by many. The date would be on the 3rd day of Ferio. That will be 16 days from now.”

The attendant placed his hand on his chest and bowed. “Understood, Your Imperial Majesty.”

As soon as the attendant departed, a soft chuckle escaped my lips. Herzoyona Eskal, huh? It seems like it’s time to meet some old friends.”

Raleigh. I’ll be meeting him again after 15 long years. I’d be lying to myself if I’ll say I’m no longer looking forward to this.

I always have.