âOther things to talk about? Your Majesty, I did not suggest anything unusual. As the owner of the Imperial Palace, I am only asking if you brought in an injured woman. Itâs never happened before.â
Was I overdoing it? I had my usual tone and gentle smile on my lips. I spoke casually in order not to appear overbearing, as if discussing the New Yearâs Day preparations.
Sovieshu looked markedly uneasy, however. He seemed to want to avoid the topic as much as possible, and the atmosphere became increasingly uncomfortable.
âAre you asking because youâre only curious?â
Sovieshu looked at me suspiciously, and I blinked at him.
âI wouldnât be asking if I wasnât curious.â
âShe was accidentally caught in one of my traps, and I brought her here so she could be treated. Sheâs not too injured, so Iâve had her put in a room with a maid to look after her.â
ââŚI see.â
âDonât worry. I wonât call your ladies-in-waiting again.â
Sovieshu resumed cutting his steak, the knife cracking like a woodpecker and echoing in the dining room. He usually had so much to talk about, but this time he remained silent.
*
Advertisement
*
*
âWhat did His Majesty say?â
Advertisement
When I returned to the west palace after dinner, a group of my ladies-in-waiting who were gathered in my room anxiously approached me.
âHeâŚhe didnât say much.â
Countess Elizaâs eyebrows lifted at my lukewarm answer. She didnât seem to believe me.
âThen you would not be so sullen.â
ââŚâ
âItâs alright. Talk to us, Your Majesty. That way we can be prepared.â
âHe said the woman was accidentally caught in one of his traps. There was no mention of her being a runaway slave or anything like thatâŚâ
Come to think of it, I didnât even get a name.
Advertisement
âHe said he was taking care of her, and he seemed unhappy to keep talking about it.â
As soon as I finished, Laura stamped her foot with a resounding thud. The other more genteel ladies gave her a look, but Laura was already pouting and not paying attention to them.
âYour Majesty, do you know thatâs exactly what my father was doing at the beginning of his affair?â
Laura raised her voice and Countess Eliza said her name in warning. Laura, however, had already gone this far and wouldnât stop.
âThatâs what it looks like. Those are exactly the early signs of an affair. Why wouldnât he want to talk about it?â
The ladies scolded Laura for talking too bluntly, but they did not deny her words.
Countess Eliza finally took it upon herself to shoo the ladies out when I was looking depressed, then sat me in front of the dressing table and started combing my hair.
Advertisement
âThe Emperor is a man who likes to hunt. He is doing this because it must seem like a miracle to him to find a beautiful woman caught in his trap.â
âCountess.â
âYes, Your Majesty.â
âBeforeâŚmy mother told me. Even if the Emperor takes another woman as his lover, I should not let myself be hurt. There are so many cases like that, and I shouldnât expect it to be any different.â
The middle of Countess Elizaâs forehead creased. Countess Eliza had a rare marriage of love to her husband, and to such a person, my motherâs advice might sound ridiculous.
I continued.
âI didnât say this in front of the other ladies, but I am a little prepared. Even if the Emperor welcomes a slave woman as his concubine.â
âYour MajestyâŚâ
âBut when he doesnât speak to meâŚI feel a little down.â
Countess Eliza set the comb down on the dresser. I looked up at her and asked her honestly.
âWhether he has ten or a hundred concubines, theyâre still concubines and Iâm the empress. He and I never loved each other to the point that we would die for each otherâŚso theoretically, we should still be fine. Yet why do I feel so empty?â
Countess Eliza reached out to embrace my head and shoulders. She held me still for a moment, then withdrew before speaking.
âEven though yours is a political marriage, youâve been together since you were children up until marriage. Itâs no surprise that youâre upset. I would feel the same if my child were to bring someone else in as their foster parent. I would feel upset if my parents took another child and favored them because they were more beautiful. And I would feel upset if my best friend brought someone else in and was more friendly to them. Itâs a natural emotion.â
âThen would the Emperor feel that way if I had another man next to me?â
Countess Eliza picked up the comb and started brushing my hair again, and I took her silence as a âno.â After a moment, she finally spoke.
âTo be honest, I donât know, Your Majesty. The more powerful your love is, the harder it is to look around.â
So I had no choice but to deal with my heartbreak by myself. I forced myself to smile.
âI see. Iâm sure Iâll feel better soon. She and I wonât have to meet each otherâŚâ
âYes. Even if the slave becomes a concubine, she still cannot enter into high society.â
Being a slave didnât mean one couldnât rise in status. It was also the case for the innocent who became slaves due to collective punishment caused by their family members. Every year, the country restored a certain number of slaves to commoner status, but it was never the case for a runaway slave.
Being a slave meant that one had a life sentence for some crime they committed. Because a runaway slave escaped without paying the price, they were considered the same as an escaped prisoner. An extra charge of guilt was added, and a runaway slave was considered the dregs of society to aristocrats. No matter how much Sovieshu lavished the woman, there was no opportunity for her to debut in high society or for me to run into her. I nodded my head and gathered myself.
Yes, Countess Eliza. It was natural that I felt empty when someone who had been my husband for a long time had a sudden interest in another lover.
But I couldnât get more emotional now. No matter if he had another woman, he couldnât cut me off. There was only one Empress in this empire after all.
*
*
*
âThe Emperor goes to see the slave day after day?â
âI heard he even brings her food himself.â
âHeâs acting so calm too. The audacity.â
âHe even called a court doctor to treat her leg.â
There were voices whispering between the bushes. Although the Imperial Palace gardens had flowering walls higher than oneâs head, I could still hear the gossip that filtered through. I designed this garden myself, and deliberately placed a nest-shaped swing chair in an area not frequented by many. It was like my secret place. I didnât bring my ladies-in-waiting here, and so people said things aloud without them noticing me.
âAbout a week has passedâŚâ
I closed my book and placed it on my lap. As Sovieshuâs interest in the slave woman grew, so did the stories. Everyoneâs attention was on the woman who managed to capture the Emperorâs interest. Wasnât it fortunate that she and I never ran into each other?
The next time I had dinner with Sovieshu, I didnât ask about her. I instead I acted as if nothing had happened, and brought up the New Yearâs preparations.
I decided to compromise at this point in time. Ignorance. Pretend I didnât know.
But coincidence came out of nowhere and confronted me.