Emperor And I ✔️

Unrequited Love

From outside, a sound came.

Thud!

Then a groan resounded.

The princess momentarily paused. Had he just hit one of her eunuchs? Then more sounds quickly followed, and the first being the sound of fists punching against flesh.

She decided to take the opportunity to quickly salvage the situation while she could.

"Quick," she hissed. She pushed her court lady, who reached for the red sheer curtain and pulled it down, creating a barrier between herself and the entrance.

She didn't even have time to sigh in relief before she heard slow footsteps tap the floor of her welcoming room. When he entered, he was breathing hard from the small struggle he had just had with her subjects.

"I'm dressing," she said as calmly as she could; she was surprised at how even her voice came out.

"Is his highness alright?" He sounded flustered and concerned.

Wings fluttered in her stomach at the idea of him being worried about her. Most likely, the servants not allowing him to see her had made him anxious. Besides, not much time had passed since her father's death. Her father's attendants had not allowed anyone to see him, with the excuse that he did not wish to see anyone since he needed his rest. Days later, the eunuch found her father sprawled on his bed and ... dead.

As expected, it was a heartbreaking moment that ignited severe consequences. Her elder brother immediately took over her father's throne and killed all the waiting servants left, right and center, not believing or trusting anyone.

The whole episode about her father's death was an outright conspiracy. It was clear as day that a person belonging to his entourage had stabbed his chested heart... but the matter was swept under the carpet to avoid having the nation riot out of anger. Words were twisted, and it was concluded that a measly servant accidentally fed him a meal that had food poisoning.

Of course her elder brother battled with that decision, because he more than anyone else wanted justice. He had been the most dotted on and also, he looked up to their father.

However, peace in Nevoria had to be restored and preserved.

She cleared her throat. "I am well."

He became silent at the words, and for a moment, she thought he had left. She uncomfortably shifted under the weight of her dress, not used to having so much fabric on her body.

"Then this subject of yours will take his leave," he said in a monotone voice. Princess Yang Liu saw his silhouette make his salutations, wishing her kind regards. The idea of him leaving made her feel empty and unwilling.

"General!" she called out before she could stop herself. She took a step towards the door then quickly stopped.

Not today, she could not reveal who she really was. Not today.

"At your service," he said dutifully.

Tell him. Tell him not. Tell him.

She was battling with herself.

"What if I was a woman?" Her voice shook. Not only that, withal what if she was a woman who was deeply in love with him?

He took his time before saying, "Pardon this servant your Highness, but this subject does not understand."

"What if ... what if I was a woman and had a liking towards you?"

"Then this subject would pierce his own heart because courting a princess' heart when not worthy is high treason," he said without remorse.

And in a split second, her heart shattered, a lump forming in her throat.

"But..." She tried to speak, then changed her line of thinking.

Of course! Of course, his honor for the empire was of greater value than her feelings, that was typical of him. All the more reason why she loved him to begin with.

"Is that so?" She finally collected herself. What else could she say when her love was unrequited? "Then... then you may leave."

She saw his silhouette salute her again, then like he was never there at all, he disappeared.

Yang Liu harrowingly breathed out, at his departure. Her heart was beating painfully fast; it felt ponderous, and her chest hurt because of the pursiness.

'So this is how heartbreak feels like? Like being shredded into pieces?'

Her palms moistened with sweat, and her eyelids felt heavy. Her throat was drying up, making it hard for her to swallow.

'General, will you ever know that you give me my very breath?'

She started trembling, her legs shaking from beneath her.

'I have long loved you, and because of this, I shan't give up.'

Her knees gave way, and she plummeted onto the floor. She did not understand where the murkiness of her surroundings was coming from.

"I love you," she mumbled as a stray tear grazed her cheeks. Then darkness began to engulf her senses. It swallowed her up and numbed her aching heart.

Somewhere, in between, she heard some hysterical voices call out her name but it was already too late.

She was too far gone.

S.V