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Excerpt From Episode 5:

I expect great things from you, Pete.” He paused and then continued, “very great things. You are dismissed.” She bowed out of the dining room as the Emperor continued smiling fixedly at her. For the first time since she began her mission, Ekdikisi felt uneasy.

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It had been quick, full of struggle and disagreeable. But what a prince wanted, a prince got. He had had his way with her and she now disgusted him. In a hurry, he threw her out of his quarters and instructed his guards never to allow her anywhere near him in the future. What good was she anyway? A mere servant. His mere presence gracing her aura should have melted every iota of resistance she had to offer. But, it didn’t. If anything, it fueled her hatred for him. He had clearly seen the hatred for him in her eyes. Her eyes had shone with disgust, the kind of hatred not borne of anger but a sheer irritation at his air of arrogance and megalomania. It amused him at first. Even aroused him. Not anymore. He was disgusted with her, with himself.
His feet gave way under the effect of the realization his thoughts had just registered. That face! The air in the room suddenly became moist, damp and somewhat suffocating. As he crashed to the ground, he felt a sudden throbbing stab of pain and it took every ounce of self-control in him from crying out in agony. It felt as though his heart was out of place.
Long ago, before he had become emperor and had united the Allied Kingdoms, he had met a serving maid, war tribute of the Old Queen. He had taken a liking to her and wanted her for himself. He could have had any other servant. They fell over themselves for the infamous night with the prince. But that had been the problem. The maid was very different. She had often regarded his advances with disgust and obeyed his orders as a mere necessity. That only intrigued him. One day, he thought, he would deal her a hand and he did just that. It was one of his worst lays ever. It hardly ended well too. Somehow, she had carried the fruit of that singular union. Somehow she was delivered of it. That was the origin.

According to the bylaws of the Great City, no member of the royal family can be a female. Any female born into Royal family was killed at birth or the news got out and that bloodline lost its right to the throne. Hegemon had secretly hired mercenaries to take care of the situation. But when the servant had been delivered of child and news of the unhealthy baby girl and the servant’s death had reached the palace, Hegemon had immediately told the Old Queen. The Old Queen. Her ruthlessness daunted Hegemon at times. Enraged at him for making such a horrible mistake, she had nonetheless promised to handle the situation. After eliminating all involved in the situation apart from herself and the prince, she had made sure to hire the finest of mercenaries to hunt down the ill-fated child. It was a long search but they had finally gotten to her or so they had thought. Now, that child was back, with a vendetta coursing through her very veins. Pain seared through his chest again.

He suddenly felt a weight of guilt settle over him. Rape, murder, sabotage, all were sins he wouldn’t have pardoned any of his subjects and now he was guilty of each and every single one. The abandoned product of his youthful exuberance had come home to roost. Despite his wife and numerous concubines, he had no son to his name. No son meant no child, the others had been killed at birth. No child meant the end of the bloodline, he had shed so much gore and sweat to protect and now his own blood would wipe him out without a trace at any moment.

The pain subsided and his head started to clear. This is it. If he did manage to escape this vendetta, somehow, he would still be killed. He had made too many enemies to live a long life. Somehow, he would take a wrong step and get killed. Then, he would be without a throne and a bloodline. The situation would have to be managed better than that. Even if he had to be casualty.
To protect his bloodline, to atone for his sins, he knew what had to be done. He now had a son, a daughter pretending to a son, but a son nonetheless. Damnit! He put a firm hand to his throbbing chest as if to silence the throbbing pain that had begun to gnaw at him again. Somehow, it seemed to obey. Feeling a moment’s respite, Hegemon sat by his bedpost and began to plot again.

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