The Cold Queen's Revenge
Robes

Arriving in his room. Liera swallowed her saliva which felt hot. He grabbed a teapot filled with water on the nightstand, he poured the water in the teapot into the glass next to the teapot. Half the water in the glass. He sipped in an instant. Still setting his breath. In the depths of his heart, he was not ready to act cold which was not his true nature.

"Until when? until when should I pretend."

"Empress, does the Empress want to stay away from His Majesty?" The question in his heart had been answered.

"I have to what?" his face looks frustrated, he tries to convince his decision is right for the sake of his family, Lucilla and himself.

"The Queen doesn't need to be like this. I'm sure Your Majesty will love the Empress."

"Quite Lucilla !" He rubbed his face, "I beg you enough, this is my decision. Do you think I'm not tired? I'm tired of Lucilla. I'm tired of grabbing it. The more I get closer to him the further I get. I love him I'll end it." Michelina wanted to get out for some fresh air, she didn't want to fight with Lucilla. He understands Lucilla's stubbornness.

"Empress," Lucilla didn't want it later in life. His lord regretted it and more were injured.

"Enough Lucilla," Michelina snapped as she twisted her body. "I don't want to continue."

Michelia came out of her room following Lucilla from a distance. Even though they had argued, it was impossible for Lucilla to leave his mistress still depressed. Michelia looked back, then walked back. "Don't follow me." Screaming Michelina, Lucilla was very sorry. He wants to apologize. But now was not the time, it seemed like he could only watch her from a distance. His master desperately needed air to refresh his mind.

He sat on a white chair, near a shady tree beside him. He crossed his hands on his chest while stroking his cold arm. His hair was goosebumps, he wanted to come back. But he felt guilty for yelling at Lucilla.

After a while, a strong wind shook the shady tree beside him. At once, the yellow leaves bobbed down onto his body and around the place.

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He stopped his steps, looking at a pair of legs. His eyes scrutinized from the tip of that foot until he saw clearly who the Owner of the pair of legs in front of him was. He backed off, saluted and continued his steps.

"Wait," Michelia stopped, she was nervous. For the time being, he met someone he wanted to stay away from.

His sturdy hand took off his robe of greatness. Then put the robe on Michelina's body. "Night rain is not good for health." Said the man gently, but there was a flat impression.

"Thank you, next time it's not necessary. I'm not a weak woman, who just gets sick from the rain. I've been sick before." she continued in the heart. Given Michelina's cold demeanor, it made her think a thousand times. Not usually his heart is not calm, as will happen something that he does not know. Michelina never showed the coldness of her attitude and face. His eyes held a thousand hatreds. He was restless, there was no reception on his body parts. Until she saw the tail of her eyes, Michelina walked on her own. And his heart felt compelled to meet him.

Why do I feel like he's getting cold? hah, then what should I do? I guess I shouldn't have done it.

Michelina threw the robe on her couch.

"Empress,"

"Lucilla took the robe out, I don't want anything to hurt my eyes."

"And give it to His Majesty" he again stopped Lucilla who was holding the doorknob.

"Good Empress."