WARNING some chapters may trigger the reader.

Emelia Beaumont, the first Princess of the Redodel Empire, also known as the Empire’s Flower. But soon, her name was tarnished when the Redodel Empire fell onto the hands of the Vivian Empire.

The two Empires have been rivals for the past six years. However, victory reigned to the Vivan Empire, giving them all the access and power against the Redodel Empire.

"I am not someone who would be a use to you," the platinum blonde girl coldly said to the black-haired man who didn’t seem to be fizzled by her words. Instead, it pinned his interest on her.

"Are you sure? Because sooner or later, you’ll fall in love with me," the black-haired man answered, drawing a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Fall in love? My frozen heart won’t melt for you," she sneered as the two guards pushed her down to the marbled floor, forcing her to lower her head.

"Then let’s play a game, shall we? If you lose, then you are mine."

Emelia laughed pathetically then answered, "No matter what challenge you bring to me, I will be sure to overcome it."

The black-haired man is named Elliot Lucius Renaud. The current and youngest Emperor of the Vivan Empire... who fell in love with the Princess of the Redodel Empire.

The platinum blonde girl is none other than Emelia Louis Beaumont, the Princess of the fallen Redodel Empire. Who eventually fell in love with the Vivan Empire’s Emperor, Elliot.

Is it fate or coincidence that brought them together? It all begins during their journey.

He took her kingdom. She swore to never love him. Yet fate had other plans for the enemy emperor and the princess he could never let go.

Will the princess of a fallen empire keep her promise to hate him forever, or will she become the greatest weakness of the emperor who conquered her world?

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As Emelia struggles to adapt to life in the empire that destroyed her home, she finds herself torn between her loyalty to the past and the feelings slowly growing in her heart. Meanwhile, beneath Elliot's calm smile and ruthless reputation lie secrets that could change everything she knows.

With political schemes, hidden enemies, and the scars left by war threatening to tear them apart, both must decide whether to trust each other or remain prisoners of their hatred. A princess burdened by the fall of her kingdom. An emperor feared by the world. Bound together by fate, they must navigate a path filled with betrayal, sacrifice, and forbidden feelings.

As old wounds reopen and dangerous enemies emerge from the shadows, Emelia and Elliot will learn that love is not always gentle—it can be the most powerful weapon of all.

Can a princess who lost everything find happiness in the arms of her enemy? Or will the shadows of the past destroy the love that neither of them expected?

There will always be a villain in a novel, which is the same as a human being, living a normal everyday life. When the Villain says, "I will make you fall for me." to all, it looks romantic. But for someone who doesn’t have any emotions, they ask themselves, "what does it mean to love?"

What does it mean to be loved? Unlike other families, Emelia Beaumont did not receive love from her parents. Since she was a princess, she was just a lady who doesn’t have power, especially controlling the empire. Just because she was a girl.

The only use she had was to converse with other men, flirt, capture their hearts, or even gather information from them to expose their wrongdoings. But then Emelia had her own ways of dealing with men. Just because she was a girl didn’t mean her body was for sale.

Women in the Redodel Empire didn’t have power. They didn’t have the ability to fight against the men who abused their power. Forcing some young ladies and girls into their arms, the Redodel Empire isn’t a happy place. It was an empire full of sorrow, and only joy existed within the nobles, especially the men.

"Your Highness, Princess Emelia is now entering the ballroom," the page announced out loud, catching hundreds of nobles’ attention. All eyes were set on the platinum blonde beauty, walking down the aisle, wearing her azure dress.

The nobles murmured to each other, praising her beauty, but some murmured unsightly words that no women would want to hear at all.

Emelia’s foot touched the ground of the dancing grounds and walked straight towards the area where her father, the Emperor, and her mother, the Empress was.

Their heads raised high while sitting on their golden throne while looking down at Emelia. Their faces were painted with a welcoming fake smile. But their cold and distant eyes didn’t welcome her.

Countless eyes watched her, walking towards the Emperor. But did you know there is another nickname she has been given? Her first nickname is ’Flower Of The Empire.’ And her other was, ’Ice Princess."

From the word ice, many people thought she was just a cold person. But in fact, the truth was it’s because no man could melt her heart. As they all say, Emelia doesn’t have any feelings.

Though Emelia had a reason why. The Empress sitting on the golden chair wasn’t her mother. She is what you would call the evil stepmother.

Emelia’s mother died when she turned ten years old. The reason? No one knows, but it was rumored that the current Empress was the one who killed her.

Emelia bowed courteously and greeted, "I greet the Imperial Emperor and the Imperial Empress." She lowered her head, looking down the ground, then looking at the Emperor, then to the Empress.

"I don’t have many words to say. Go and enjoy the night," The Emperor said.

"Thank you, Your Imperial Highness," Emelia bowed once more, and the nobles applauded. Then the music continued to play, and the people once again chattered with one another.

There was a terrace in the corner of the ballroom, secretly hidden, and only a few knew of that place’s existence, instead of conversing and gossiping with other ladies. Emelia felt uninterested and stayed by the terrace.

The moon and stars were much better entertainment than gossiping with the other ladies. They don’t know how to stop and would only do so when the person of the topic comes and joins.

"Emelia, what are you doing here?" a man asked while Emelia answered in a monotone, "There’s no need to talk with such people." the man sighed out loud as he stood beside Emelia. He watched Emelia, who seemed to be busy stargazing. He then chuckled, "You never change, do you?"

"Is there a need to change?" Emelia asked as she looked at him, then she continued, "Besides, what are you doing here, Henry?"

The man who stood beside her is the Heir of the Dukedom. Not only is he the Heir but also the childhood friend who tried but failed to melt her heart. But no matter what happens, he was always by her side, protecting her.

"Is there a problem with wanting to see you?" he asked with his brows raised. Emelia shook her head, then answered, "Aren’t you supposed to be occupied, talking with the other ladies?" Henry frowned upon hearing her words, and with a serious look, he answered, "But I do not have any interest in any of them."

Without smiling or frowning, just a face devoid of emotions, Emelia spoke, "Why?"

Henry’s face turned bitter as he didn’t know what to tell her. Does he really need to answer why he’s not interested? Though, he couldn’t blame her for it. Since she grew up without receiving love from anyone, she grew accustomed to loneliness. Even if they were childhood friends, when he decided to become friends with her, it was already too late. Emelia’s world wasn’t as jolly anymore.

"You don’t need to answer since your face shows hesitance."

"I apologize."

"Henry, is there a need to apologize to that girl?" another voice interrupted the two, and without doubt, Laura and Henry bowed, greeting the Crowned Prince. While Emelia didn’t look bothered at all. He then continued, "She isn’t worthy enough to receive an apology."

"Your Highness, how could you say that to your sister?" Asked Henry, clenching his fits. Knowing that the two weren’t on good terms, but rather it was the crowned prince who disliked Emelia from the start. While Emelia didn’t feel any hatred or whatsoever for him.

"Sister? She’s not exactly my sister by blood," the Crowned Prince huffed as he rolled his eyes. Not wanting to get into a fight, Emelia spoke, "if you want to use this place, I will take my leave."

"Better if you just stay in your own room, or are you going to mingle with other men?" the Crown Prince sarcastically said out loud as the other two ladies behind him heard it. Her face doesn’t show it, but Emelia wanted to slap the Crowned Prince so badly. A short paused occurred, then she spoke, "Mingle with other men when they are not worth my time? I am a princess. I am not just any kind of person."

Other rude words came out of the crowned princes’ mouth while Emelia walked away, ignoring him. To be honest, he wouldn’t be counted as the best prince. Firstly, he is neither handsome nor charming. Second, he is not smart and always relies on his personal aide, who takes advantage of his position. Third, he is most definitely not fit to be the next Emperor.

Sometimes she questions some noble ladies with their taste in men. To add, he is extremely arrogant. If she was ever forced to marry someone like her brother, she would rather kill herself than marry that smug and hideous-looking brother.

Let’s just say the gods aren’t by his side.

For sure, when he inherits the throne, the empire will fall within a day. No, not even a day, maybe within an hour. And those dry words were created by Emelia.

Going back to her room, Emelia stumbled upon three drunken men hovering over one girl by the corner of the hallway. The palace isn’t a place where men are supposed to find ladies for themselves, and she just couldn’t bear to watch the poor girl suffer.

Emelia intentionally made her heels loud enough for them to notice her presence. But the three drunk men didn’t hear it and continued touching the girl.

"What is this supposed to mean?" asked Emelia as she walked closer to them. Hearing Emelia’s words, the three drunk men grew furious. While tipsy and swaying with their wobbly legs, one of the men sloppily pointed at her with his words slurring, "Huh? What you gonna do about it?" While the other two laughed out loud, echoing the hallway.

She stopped walking as she waited for the drunk man to walk closer to her. But really, she intentionally stopped walking since Emelia wanted to see if he would really dare to touch her. The drunk man who was approaching her continued laughing like a stupid clown, and when he was close enough to touch her. He said while slurring, "Oh? Is this the Ice Princess everyone keeps talking about?"

Those words aren’t strong enough to make her offended. ’Try again later.’ she thought. There are other more ways to offend her, but name-calling her isn’t one of them. But because Emelia never showed any expression.

The drunken man decided to put on her to a test to see whether the ice princess would snap.

"Not answering, eh? It’s alright. Your Highness is just shy about joining us in bed."

But what they didn’t know is that she knew how to act. It is not she’s expressionless and weak; she is someone who values her own expressions and just doesn’t show them to the public. But if it’s to punish the bad people, she didn’t mind using her cold side.

"How about I cut your arms and legs?" Emelia coldly gave the man a smile. She pressed her finger on her lips, "Or...do you prefer I cut down there?" she smiled, sending chills on the drunken man’s back. Since he isn’t in his right mind, Emelia decided not to do anything to the man.

However, that kindness broke when the drunk man launched at her and tried to punch her.

Sad to say for him, Emelia was not born like other noble ladies. She was trained to use a sword and even if she is weaker than other men. Her flexibility helps her a lot. But because of the dress she worn, there were many restrictions on actions she wanted to do.

Instead, she grabbed the man’s arm towards her and knocked him out at the back of this nape. The other two drunken men became furious at what she did and charged towards her. It was shameful that they were defeated almost instantly. They are not even worthy of calling themselves men.

Emelia swept her hands together then went to check on the lady who was being cornered earlier. She was a mess. Some parts of her dress were ripped, and she was sobbing like a child. Who wouldn’t, after being cornered by men who tried to do unimaginable somethings to her?

"Are you alright? Do you need help?" Emelia asked as she offered the lady a hand. The girl who was still scared shook her head as a response and shivered while a cool wind blew in their direction. Seeing the girl shiver, Emelia kneeled down and offered the shawl she wore. She gently wrapped her shawl around the girl’s shoulders then said, "Come with me. I will prepare a guest room for you."

The girl looked up to Emelia and tried stopping her tears but ended up not being able to hold them in. Even if comforting others isn’t in her nature, Emelia still had emotions. She still is a human despite being called expressionless.

A servant passed the hallway, and Emelia ordered the maid to bring the girl to the guest room and make sure she is in the utmost comfort. The lady didn’t want to let go of Emelia’s hand, but in the end, she did. She thanked Emelia once more before leaving with the servant.

When the two figures drifted into the shadows, Emelia sighed out loud. Finally, it was all peaceful and quiet. Encountering two problems in a day? However, she knew that she was always on the battlefield. Two problems in a day? That’s barely a number for her.

On the ground laid the knocked-out men. She decided to leave them be and let them be ashamed of themselves once they regain their consciousness. She didn’t mind having a new enemy in the house.

She shivered when another cool breeze blew in her direction. Since she didn’t want to bump into any other more nobles, she went ahead to her chambers and took her rest.

A new morning came, and it was a new chance to start a nice day. The sun was fully up, and there on her bed, she sat, reading a book, not until she was disturbed by a knock from the door. "May come in, Your Highness?" the male servant asked. Emelia closed her book and asked for the servant to enter. She removed her round glasses and placed them on the side table.

"Vale, what is the schedule today?" asked Emelia as she got out of bed and moved to her make-up table. Before he spoke, he lowered his head, looking at the purple carpet, then spoke, "At noon, you will be eating with His Imperial Majesty. After, you have swords training with the general commander."

Emelia stopped combing her hair, and from the mirror, she looked at Vale then asked, "That’s it? No lessons with the baroness?" Vale nodded his head. Emelia had speculation that something is not right, but instead of being bothered by it, she asked Vale to call the other maids to help her prepare for the day.