Reborn as Cold Emperor's Concubine [S1]
The Jealous and Frustrated 1
After her infamous bathhouse incident with Emperor Victor, Lillian swears to avoid him at all costs. However, her so-called "peaceful" plan backfires spectacularly when another concubine, Lady Beatrice, starts openly flirting with Victor at a palace gathering.
To Lillian’s great displeasure (not that she’d ever admit it), Victor seems to be entertaining Beatrice’s advances. She tells herself she doesn’t care—until Victor deliberately provokes her by playing along.
Lillian, not one to lose a battle, retaliates with an unexpected move—flirting with a handsome young noble in return.
The result? A very amused Lillian, a very not amused Emperor, and a royal showdown of passive-aggressive jealousy that leaves the entire court watching in stunned silence.
Beatrice Elcott - Concubine #54
Your Majesty, it must be exhausting to bear the weight of an empire alone. If only someone could ease your burdens… *light laughter, a lingering touch on his arm*
(Lillian nearly chokes on her wine. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t. She’s completely indifferent. Totally.)
Victor Alaric - ML
*Smirking* And you believe yourself capable of such a task, Lady Beatrice?
Lillian Grey - FL (#47)
*Lillian snorts into her cup.* (The audacity. The absolute—) *She stops. Freezes.* (Wait. Did Victor just… smirk back?)
(Something unpleasant stirs in her chest. Not that she’s jealous. Obviously. But just in case Victor thought he was winning this, she decides to fight fire with fire.)
She turns to the nobleman Head Eunuch beside her—Lord Rupert hargrove, young, charming, and known for his playful nature.
Lillian Grey - FL (#47)
*Sweetly* Lord Rupert, you must tell me… how do you manage to look so effortlessly dashing all the time?
Victor Alaric - ML
*Victor’s smirk instantly vanishes.*
Rupert Hargrove - Head Eunuch.
*Grinning* Ah, Lady Lillian, flattery from one as lovely as you is a dangerous thing. My heart might not survive it.
Lillian hums, tilting her head playfully. Meanwhile, Victor sets down his wine cup with a slow, ominous *CLINK*.
Victor Alaric - ML
*Coolly* Careful, Hargrove. Hearts can be very fragile things…
Lillian pretends not to notice the sudden tension, but the entire court falls silent, sensing the Emperor’s mood shift.
Victor takes a sip of his wine, then sets it down with deliberate precision. Then, very casually—
Victor Alaric - ML
*To Lillian* Come here.
A shiver runs down her spine. Lillian, blinking innocently, leans back.
Lillian Grey - FL (#47)
Oh? But I’m quite comfortable here, Your Majesty. Why?
Victor Alaric - ML
*Smiles politely.*
Victor’s smile is polite. Too polite. And that’s when she knows—she’s in trouble.
Victor Alaric - ML
Because if you don’t… *Pauses, voice dropping* I might have to escort you myself.
Lillian gulps. Lord Rupert suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting. The entire court holds its breath.
After a long, tense moment, Lillian huffs, rolls her eyes, and finally stands up, sauntering over. Victor, looking far too pleased, pulls her into the seat beside him—way too close for propriety.
Victor Alaric - ML
*Low voice, near her ear* I don’t share, little troublemaker.
Lillian, caught between irritation and something else entirely, resists the urge to throw her wine in his face.
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Park chris
Authy I love your story
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2025-02-09
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