DILEmma

Seriah's eyes darted around the well illuminated walls of the emperor's quaters as she followed closely behind the Knight she who led the way.

The walls,well decorated with precious stones had very bright gold lampstands illuminating every corner.

The place was heavily guarded by knights on each side which stood,bowing simultaneously as she walked passed them.

Seriah tired of bowing in response only walked ahead.

Knights wouldn't greet their fellow knights so respectfully,unless they thought she was a noble.

The thought made her smile as she looked down at her outfit.

Come to think of it,she did look like one,a noble on a mission of seduction.

She wore a red skirt which stopped halfway before her knee and a short top small enough to expose a huge area of her breast.

King Maxmillian had sent in the most uncomfortable dress which she had no choice but to wear,a dress tight enough to restrict her limb movement,it made every part of her body feel exposed.

They reached a large gate by a broad hallway which led up a small flight of stairs and seriah watched the knight bow, excusing himself.

The guards at the gate flung them open and seriah walked in.

Having climbed up the stairs, Seriah found herself in another hall way filled with a lot of doors.

She stopped and stared upahead at the scent her nose picked up, king max standing by a large heavily decorated door which she assumed to be the emperor's bed chamber along with four Knights.

Seriah approached gracefully her eyes on the king the entire time as she watched him study her outfit,his eyes glowing witg satisfaction.

She bowed briefly before knocking

"Your imperial majesty!the lady awaits!"one of the guards called out.

"Let her in!"came Tyran's thick voice which slightly startled her.

Seriah swung the door open to lock eyes with a bare chested emperor on the bed.

For a Semonio which appeared to be past half a century year old,his good looks was sufficient to conceal every detail.

His dark brown partly curled hair mingled with a few whites in the most suitable places, complementing his appearance in it's own special way but Seriah loved his grey eyes and dark full lash even more.

Tyran sat up,staring at her face the whole time as she approached him,not until she stopped in front of him did he catch a glimpse of her outfit.

His eyes remained afixed on her breast for a while before returning back to her face.

He pat the bed behind him motioning for her to sit,his eyes following her the whole time.

Tyran's stare mesmerized her,she felt elated to have easily caught his eye but there was something peculiar about the look in his eyes.

They were sad and had the look of familiarity in it,as if he was staring at a long lost loved one.

After a moment of silence for what seemed like eternity Tyran's hand touched her face gently and Seriah finally found her chance to speak.

"Your imperial majesty you seem sad for a reason".

The emperor averted his gaze.

"It's nothing,and for tonight I request of you to address me as 'my love'....just for tonight".

"Mu...mmmm myyy looove?"

Tyran chuckled.

"Is it that difficult?"he raised a brow turning to her.

"Ummm...no your imperial ma..."Seriah cleared her throat"I mean mmmm...my lovveeeeee"

"Good!"Tyran smiled and motioned towards a small table bearing a white wine pot next to him.

"Pour me a drink while you tell me about yourself"he said.

Seriah sat next to him with the jar and handed the cup over to him.

"I am from polymus your imperial majesty,an orphan with no family who knows nothing of the people who begat me".

"Have you not considered knowing your roots?I can help you".

"No your majesty...I see no need for that I most certainly was born a pauper with no name to myself".

"I will help you because you pique my curiosity"Tyran lowered his cup and stared into her eyes.

"The more I look at you the more I am filled with a desire to know your roots,who birthed you and all of that".

Not if I can get rid of you first, Seriah thought to herself but asked instead

"Why?"

Tyran drew closer and leaned into her face, his eyes fixed on her lips as he caressed it

"Because you are a carbon copy of my empress".

Seriah gasped almost dropping the jar but Tyran caught it in time,his hand brushing hers in the process.

She felt her heart skip a beat and quickly pulled away.

Tyran gently placed the jar on the marble floor before taking his seat on the bed again.

"You look startled".

"You...your Imp...my love I am startled...how is that possible?"

"I don't know,she is an only child and never told me of a twin....that is the only thing I can think of to explain your resemblance".

"My love but people look alike and_"

"Not this much...She was my wife"Tyran interrupted"I know every detail of her body as if I studied them for a living".

Tyran used his index finger and brushed off some strands of hair lying against her face.

"...and you are an orphan,you could be a lost twin". Tyran said holding out his cup for a drink.

Seriah poured him one which he quickly gobbled up and stared at the wall up ahead.

He stopped Seriah as she drew the wine pot closer again.

"That's enough"Tyran turned to her."Someone very dear to me would be upset if I got drunk again,he might end up breaking my wine jars again".

Tyran laughed.

"The great emperor of Delvin not wanting to upset someone behind his back,must be someone you cherish deeply".

"I do cherish him".Tyran said as he climbed into bed.

Seriah joined him moments later after replacing the wine pot on the table.

She climbed into bed and watched him only stare and caress her face.

If that was all he would do today her plan was going to go down the drain no doubt.

But did she even care about that now?deep down his words sent an avalanche of thoughts falling through her mind.

She was an exact copy of the empress and was certain king Max knew about this but he had told her nothing of it.

That explains the Emperor's interest in her at first sight and why the king had chosen her for the plan,all these while he knew and said nothing.

She wondered how much more he was hiding from her and why.

The soft kiss on her neck succeeded in melting her thoughts away, jolting her back to conciousness.

Seriah blinked and Tyran's soft skin was already against hers,his hands caressed her breasts before slowing finding it's way through her dress to her nipples.

It reached its destination and squeazed on it.

Inciting a soft moan from her.

King Maxmillian's highly sensitive ears quickly picked up the sound through the slightly open soundproof door,the moment he had been waiting for was here,an undubitable evidence that he had fallen for it.

The king shut the door and walked away with a wide grin.