Reborn as Cold Emperor's Concubine [S1] The spa and steam 2

The spa and steam 2

Lillian, still in Victor's arms, contemplates the fastest way to strangle an Emperor without being executed.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Glaring with a flustered face* I swear on my last sane nerve, if you don't put me down-

Victor Alaric - ML

*Instead of obeying, tilts his head, pretending to think.*

Victor Alaric - ML

Hmm. But I quite like holding you.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Narrows her eyes and suddenly flicks water into his face.*

Victor Alaric - ML

*Blinking* Did you just-

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

Yes, I did. And I'll do it again. *Smirks.*

She does again. Victor lets out a slow sigh, water dripping from his face, and then-without warning-he dunks her under the water. Lillian emerges a second later, sputtering and furious.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

YOU-*coughs* -TYRANT!

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

Victor Alaric - ML

You were overheating.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Pointing an accusing finger* You're a menace to society!

Before she can launch her next verbal assault, the bathhouse doors creak, and a servant hesitantly peeks in.

Eachen white - Servant

Y-Your Majesty... We heard... um... screaming?

Victor instantly covers Lillian who was dripping wet, glares at Victor. Victor, looking perfectly composed, leans back against the bath edge like a man enjoying his favorite entertainment.

Victor Alaric - ML

Oh, nothing to worry about. Just my concubine trying to kill me.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

Give me five more minutes, and I might succeed.

The poor attendant, caught between terror and confusion, slowly backs out of the room as the battle continues inside. The battle of splashes and threats continues, echoing through the grand imperial bathhouse. Lillian, still seething, wipes water from her face and glares at Victor like a vengeful sea goddess.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Gritting teeth* You're insufferable!

Victor Alaric - ML

*Leaning back lazily* And you're adorable when you're angry.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Sarcastic* How fortunate for you that I'm always angry then!

Victor chuckles, amused by her defiance. Lillian, deciding she's had enough of this nonsense, moves to climb out of the bath, determined to leave and never return.

But the Emperor, ever the menace, catches her wrist and pulls her back-just enough to throw her off balance.

With a gasp, she stumbles forward, straight into him, Warm skin, damp heat, and the soft scent of imperial bath oils overwhelm her senses. For a split second, she's too stunned to react.

Then-Victor dips his head, and before she can properly threaten his bloodline, he presses a kiss to the corner of her lips. Just the barest brush, enough to make her brain short-circuit.

Silence. Lillian's thoughts implode. The water ripples softly around them.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Wide eyes, flushed cheeks and parted lips.* Did you just...

Victor Alaric - ML

*Smirking* Hmm?

Lillian jerks back so fast she nearly slips again. She catches herself, face heating-not from the steam, but Lady Lillian will blame it on steam. She glares at him with a flustered face, scandalized beyond belief.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

You-you depraved tyrant!

Victor Alaric - ML

*Mock innocent* What? It was a farewell kiss.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PLATTER.

Ignoring his infuriating laughter, Lillian storms out of the bath after putting on her robe – dripping wet and muttering every insult she can think of. Palace servants gape as she marches past, looking like a drowned, furious kitten.

Meanwhile, Victor leans back in the water, watching her go, utterly entertained.

Victor Alaric - ML

*To himself* Adorable.

To be continued.

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