Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“I, hereby declare you, Princess Rosabella Richmond of the Truitish Kingdom, Empress.. of Dirairene Empire.”

After placing the heavy crown, studded with shiny colorful gems, on top of the Princess’s head, she was now called the Empire’s Empress.

Her cold, stern face remained emotionless, as everyone—including the officiant—bowed their heads down to the new Empress. She took a glance at her husband, the Emperor, who was sitting at a throne beside her.

She can’t help but snicker, as she notices his slight shiver.

“You look like you are about to pee, your majesty.”

Upon the utters of her words, the poor man trembled. The beating of his heart was far from normal, as he feels the excessive sweating of his hands.

The Emperor nervously looked at the now slightly smiling Empress, and slowly opened his mouth to say some words.

”You must be mistaken, my Queen, I am in no condition to pee.”

“Is that so?” The Empress’s arched eyebrow doesn’t seem to be convinced. “Very well then.”

He took a deep breath, hoping it could somehow calm down his shaking nerves. The Empress watched him with interest as she slightly shakes her head in disappointment.

As the ceremony finishes, the newly appointed Empress now heads to her new chambers inside the big palace. Following the butler as a guide, she fixes her gaze on his back, maintaining posture despite the weight that the crown bears.

“Y-your highness?”

She stops on her tracks as soon as she noticed the butler stopping. The butler turned around to face her, then bows his head. Servants and soldiers, shall never meet the eyes of anyone they serve, specially someone from any royalty.

“Speak.” In authority she says.

“Y-your majesty.. I wouldn’t dare but-“

“If you wouldn’t dare, then I suggest you to shut your mouth.”

The guy trembles in fear as the Empress speaks in her stern voice.

“Turn around, and do your job. Properly this time.”

“Yes, your grace.”

He immediately follows as what she commands. The Empress can’t help but shake her head once again. It’s only been a few hours since she went in position, but it felt like she had been disappointed more than a few times.

When they reached their destination, the butler opens the door for her, then curtsied at her, before bidding his goodbyes, and finally leaving her alone.

Five maids then made their way to her majesty, she lets them undress her, and bring her to a bathroom. They let her sit inside a bathtub full of scented candles adorning each side, with bloody red petal of roses floating on the water.

She relaxed her self as she lets the maids clean her. After a few minutes of bathing, she stands up as the maids wrapped her in a pink thick robe. They followed her up to her closet, to help her change in her nightgown.

Bowing their heads as they bid goodbye to the Empress, she orders one of them to bring her a bottle of wine. Her coronation, and the travel to the palace she now lives in, did make her body exhausted.. but somehow, her mind refuses to shut itself down, making it impossible to sleep.

"Pardon me, your majesty."

The maid came back, bringing what she had requested. She immediately dismisses her as she wishes to be alone.

She slowly pours the wine to fill up her glass, then she walks up to the balcony, and relaxed herself upon sitting on a chair. She drinks as she watched the people beneath her, and the stars that shines above her.

"An Empress huh?" she snickers, "such a fancy name for a truly horrifying job."