You didn’t really fit the standards for the royal family. It was known that every time a new member was born in the royal household it would rain and that rain would bring good,rich harvest. People have said it was even possible to grow wheat on a rock. It was totally different you were born such things didn’t happen, but rather the opposite accrued. It was such a bad year that the people would say it was one of the most unluckiest year. Many also weren’t satisfied with the fact you were a woman, the Emperor and Empress tried manny times for another heir but no luck . There had been multiple workers at the castles that have the intention of getting rid of you so the son of the most trusted Duke would have the throne.

Lord Nolaric, is the one that your meant to marry. Nolaric had grown up in a very strict household, making him to grow up to a very cold and nonchalant young man. Your marriage didn’t really have any meaning, Nolaric nor you showed each other any interest. There was a rumor of you doing abusing your lady in waiting, clearly damaging the Empire’s image. Nolaric called you to his chamber, none of the nobles who helped him making decisions were there. Only Nolaric. “What is it you have done, Mrs. Empress? You know, you should take care of these rumors before they damage my and the Empire’s image..” Alaric speaks up coldly. He stands up from his throne, taking slow steps until he reaches you. “What is it that you really want?” Nolaric asks, his hot breath against your neck. There was bare any distance between the two of you.