Reborn as Cold Emperor's Concubine [S1] The Emperor, The Eunuch, and The Exasperated Concubine 2

The Emperor, The Eunuch, and The Exasperated Concubine 2

Victor eyes the two troublemakers before him—one is his concubine, the other is his head eunuch, and yet somehow, he is the one being outnumbered.

Victor Alaric - ML

*Slowly* I see I’ve let you roam freely for far too long, Lillian.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Unbothered, delicately lifts her tea cup.*

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Mock innocence* Roam freely? My dear Emperor, I’ve been trapped in this palace, subjected to strict rules, and left to wilt in my little courtyard. It’s tragic, really.

Rupert Hargrove - Head Eunuch.

Rupert Hargrove - Head Eunuch.

*Sniffs dramatically, dabbing an imaginary tear.* A heartbreaking tale, truly. A delicate flower, neglected and forgotten…

Victor Alaric - ML

*Jaw tightened, glares at Rupert, who remains completely unfazed.*

Victor Alaric - ML

*Gritted teeth* She’s a thorny weed at best.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Offended* Excuse You!!

Victor steps closer, resting a hand on the armrest of her chair, effectively caging her in. Lillian, refusing to be intimidated, tilts her chin up.

Victor Alaric - ML

*Low voice* Tell me, little troublemaker, do you enjoy testing my patience?

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

Oh, immensely. *Pauses, then smirks* It builds character.

Victor narrows his eyes. Rupert, sensing incoming disaster, quietly slides his chair just a little away from the blast zone.

Then, to Lillian’s absolute horror, Victor leans down—so close she can feel his breath against her cheek.

Victor Alaric - ML

*Softly* And does your character want to see what happens when I lose my patience?

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Lillian’s brain short-circuits. Her heart betrayingly slams against her ribs. She opens her mouth—to say what, she has no idea—but then…*

Rupert Hargrove - Head Eunuch.

*Rupert clears his throat. Loudly.*

Rupert Hargrove - Head Eunuch.

*Cheerfully* Shall I call for more tea? Or perhaps a chaperone?

Victor glares at Rupert. Lillian lunges away from Victor, face hot with frustration, embarrassment, and definitely not anything else.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Flustered* I—I need to leave. Immediately. This instant.

She shoves back her chair and storms off, muttering furious complaints under her breath. The servants scatter as she passes, not daring to get in her way.

Victor watches her go, exhaling a slow breath before straightening. He turns to Rupert, who is sipping his tea like a man with zero regrets.

Victor Alaric - ML

*Deadpan* I should have you exiled.

Rupert Hargrove - Head Eunuch.

*Pleasantly* But then who would keep your dear concubine entertained?

Victor pinches the bridge of his nose, silently reevaluating his life choices as Rupert sips his tea, looking utterly victorious.

To be continued.

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