Thread: The Emperor's Mistress ((Lady&Blair))

Alec nodded, looking pleased at the idea of having a clean house and dinner to look forward to when he got him from a long day in down. I am also expecting a message from the Emperor some time this week. It could be sent as early as today, so make sure to be looking for the royal messenger, he said, then went back to finishing breakfast. He was hoping that the emperor would invite him back to the palace in order to check in on his sister. Not to mention, he still hoped for the promotion to general... After dressing in a casual, ivory toga, Alec strapped a bag across his chest and headed for the door. His jet black horse, Flynn, was already outside waiting for him. There should be a duck in the ice bin out back that will be fresh for roasting, and I will be back with a loaf of bread to bake, okay? Ophelia looked up at him, noticing that he seemed emotional distant from her before he even reached the door. Yes, my lord, she said, feeling slightly relieved at the idea of having some time away from him. It would allow her to soak in the situation... Once he left, the maid ushered her to the gold and marble bathroom for a very thorough bathing. Every inch of her body, aside from her long black hair and eyebrows, was shaved smooth and massaged with an expensive rose oil. Her hair was let loose, decorated with a gold and ruby head band like in picture above and her eyes were fixed with cat-eyed eyeliner that was becoming all the rage. The maid went about dusting her skin with a gold, shimmer-y powder, making her glow beautifully. Oddly enough, Ophelia's hardened nipples were dipped into a liquid gold, and her inner thigh was painfully branded with a small letter V... Once the gold had dried, she was dressed in a sheer purple toga that was draped around her body, but hid nothing. And her arms were decorated in gold bracelets that were worth more than her entire wardrobe back home. Once she was allowed to see herself, Ophelia grew incredibly nervous. She had to admit, she looked sexy, and she was probably dressed to any Roman Emperor's liking... However, she felt like a play thing. It made her wonder if being a mistress was going to be more like being a glorified sex slave with perks. Astrid sat on the other side of the table, looking down at the roasted chicken in front of her. Valerian, you would stay even if I did mind, she said, then nodded to the maid as glass of red wine was settled in front of her. Judging by the alcohol, it seemed that Queen had no hopes for being pregnant any longer. She had dropped all precautions that the doctor had ordered for conceiving... It no longer mattered. Astrid had given up on herself just as much as her husband had. I assume that this new play thing that you have sent for will be coming into the light once I am shoved into the dark, she said, taking a sip of her wine. Her dark eyes set on her husband, and behind the irritation was sadness. I hope she is pretty, my lord. I hope she is pretty, charming, and strong. She will need the beauty and charm to even think about winning over the public, which is very unlikely, and she will need the strength to deal with the backlash that she will most definitely receive. She set her glass down and had the maid fill it up once more. I will not be gone for good. I have no plans to be banished from a kingdom that is just as much mine as it is your's. I am not some whore that you decided to wed and make a Queen. Remember, dear Valerian, I was once a princess of my own country before marrying you. You may have power over me, but you cannot ignore me. The only way you will get rid of me is if my health continues to decline.