Who Stole The Empress

“….My poor Majesty.”

Natasha ran her soft hand over Gillotti’s greasy-sweating forehead.

He had been fine for the last few days, but today he collapsed again.

 A cough started a month ago, and now he has a fever.

There was no reason and no sign.

It wasn’t even a simple cold or injury.

“Your Majesty. This is something that even the temple can’t do anything about…. We can only watch and wait. All things are God’s will.”

In other words, it didn’t matter if he was Emperor, he had no choice but to suffer.

Fortunately, after having such a hard time for a few days, he was back on his feet, but then the process repeated.

“Your Majesty, how did you become so thin? Natasha’s heart hurt so much.”

Natasha stroked his pale cheeks and forehead, and then his neck, repeating the word “poor” as she did so.

Gillotti, who was breathing heavily, opened his eyes tiredly and looked at her.

“…..Tasha.”

“Your Majesty.”

Natasha grabbed Gillotti’s thin hand tightly.

“How long did I sleep?”

“It’s been exactly twelve hours since you collapsed this morning.”

 “Of course. In the meantime, you… protected… me…. Kakak!”

Gillotti coughed.

Natasha quickly pulled her hand out, got up and fetched a glass of water for him.

“Shh. My Majesty, my Gillotti. It’s only natural for me to protect you. So don’t worry about anything, and sleep tight.”

“Natasha…Natasha ……”

Gillotti’s cloudy eyes filled Natasha’s exhausted face.

A moist face that mixed love, concern, anxiety, and faith together.

“…… my love, I must have you as an Empress……….”

“Gillotti, oh, Gillotti, I don’t care about that. I’m not guarding His Majesty’s side because I want to be an empress.I just want to be there for His Majesty ……… whenever he’s sick, whenever he’s weak, whenever he needs me.”

Natasha said with a face full of tears.

She put her forehead in his hands and shook her shoulders as she sobbed.

Gillotti’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at her head, which was trembling weakly.

Was there ever anyone who loved him this much?

By far, there was not a single person.

As expected, Natasha was his recording. She was a green meadow and spring.

 “I must…”

Gillotti’s voice became distant. He fell asleep again.

Natasha, who had been sobbing with her forehead on Gillotti’s hand, looked up. Ironically, her eyes were dry as if they had never been wet at any time. 

Staring at Gillotti, she patted his dry cheek with a dry touch.

 “Don’t worry, My Majesty. Natasha will take care of everything for you.”

She heaved herself up. Her belly was already round.

It was hard.

On the surface, she was only four or five months pregnant, but when she looked at her belly, it definitely looked like it was seven or eight months old.

It wasn’t her first baby, so her stomach was filling up at a much faster rate………. Natasha, who covered her stomach with a wide skirt, grabbed the open door and looked back.

Gillotti thought she’d been with him all night, but that couldn’t be….

It was just luck.

She had only been in his room for about five minutes.

“Your Majesty, you must never die. Never.”

“For Natasha’s sake, and for the sake of our children.”

She patted her swollen belly affectionately and quietly slipped out of the emperor’s bedroom.

Thick tapestries were hung all over the castle to keep out the cold.

Thick carpets were also laid on the floor.

Due to the severe cold that started last month, each layer became even thicker.

Thanks to this, Natasha’s footsteps were completely buried in the darkness.

Dark shadows loomed over her face, which had been like the sunshine of spring.

‘But what if he really dies?’

She couldn’t believe that Gillotti’s power was such a useless power.

Natasha sighed deeply, not hiding her pity.

How many people did she have to kill?

It seemed more efficient to raise assassins well.

The magnitude of the emperor’s power this time was very small compared to previous emperors.

Every time she looked at it, it wasn’t not enough.

She patted her round, raised belly.

Until this child was born safely and was announced that he was the Emperor’s child, Gillotti could not die.

She had to keep him alive by any means necessary.

She chose him because she thought he was the strongest man, but it was lamentable that he was so insignificant.

“Natasha is disappointed, Your Majesty.”

She mumbled to herself in front of the huge portrait of Gillotti at the end of the hallway.

“I’m very, very disappointed.”

Natasha’s orange eyes, which had been shining as warmly as the spring sun, stared coldly at Gillotti in the portrait.

They were not the eyes of the person who had whispered her love earlier. It was natural.

She had never loved him from before to now.

Love was not a big deal to Natasha. It was just a way to change who she was and how she was being looked at.

To her, the emperor was just such a being. A  fake love with a greater status.

She didn’t know if he was going to die or not, but she had to hurry her plans because he was so weak. The child had to be raised to the position of prince and the gold mine owned by the imperial family had to be returned to her personal fortune.

It would be nice if she could ascend to the position of Empress, but it didn’t have to be that way.

But the position had to be high.

It would not only allow her other children to inherit the title, but it would also give her an advantage if she had to flee to another country.

“I heard Amor is a better place to live.” 

(* oh no, don’t you dare go to Amor)

However, the head of the kingdom was a female king.

It was said the King hated Tanatos exceptionally and specifically.

It was easier for Natasha if the person in power was a man anyway.

It was much easier to stir up pity, to touch their desires, and to gouge out their weaknesses.

Men were enamored with Natasha Roanti, who was weak and adorable and had a tragic past.

By embracing her, they flaunted their superiority and toughness and pride.

It’s as if they were her saviors, as if she was their greatness as well.

“It’s like a worm.”

However, she was no different from a worm, living as a parasite on that worm.

Natasha survived in the way she most despised and hated. And she would continue to live this way.

It didn’t matter.

If only she could survive in any way, and live in a way that did not threaten her children so that no one could ignore her………

She was willing to be a bug a thousand times, ten thousand times over.

And she still had the highest authority in this country that way.

Natasha patted her round belly carefully.

“I will be the most powerful person in this country.”

So the mother and her children would become noble blood vessels of the imperial family.

“This shallow Natasha will become part of the royal family of the great golden empire of Tanatos!”

She was the only woman left in this imperial family.

But still, it was too early to be relieved.

What the differently-abled nations considered most important was “who inherited the divine ability”.

The fact that they possessed different abilities was no different from the story that they had received God’s choice. The current emperor, Gillotti, had no children, and his only sister was dead. 

The greatest threat came from the brother of the previous emperor and Gillotti’s uncle, Grand Duke Lopes. However, he was already fifty-five years old and had no power.

It was a bit concerning to know that he had twelve children, all nobles who occupied seats in the council.

Still, it was no match for the powerful weapon of the current emperor’s bloodline.

Natasha carefully patted her belly again.

The baby wriggled, as if it had read its mother’s uneasy thoughts. Natasha gazed at it lovingly.

“However, we must be prepared when things go wrong.”

The last of the wildly evil women of Yasa in history ended up looking at the present, rampaging through it, and getting their heads cut off foolishly. Such a thing should not have happened.

How could she have survived all this time and then die in vain like that?

“I think it’s better to make connections with other countries just in case.”

It seemed that Amor, where it was good to live and was hostile to Tanatos, would be good.

The king who hated Tanatos, but she wouldn’t hate Tanatos as a whole.

In fact, her (Theo) hatred was her advantage.

A woman who had been used and discarded by Tanatos was more likely to permeate into the gap of “hate.”

‘I suppose I should start reaching out to Amor’s diplomat now. Tamon Krasis is the one.’

He was a man she had met many times at banquets, but had never once laid eyes on her.

Instead, he was caught by her eyes on more than one occasion.

The men of Tanatos were generally pale and sharp looking.

Due to the cold weather, they always wore thick clothes, but when the body got bigger, it looked dull.

Hobbies that involved internal activities rather than external ones were preferable, and physical work was something for the lower class people to do. 

But the climate of Amor was opposite.

Amor men were big and healthy, with brown skin. It was hot there and they were not afraid to show their bodies in light clothes.

Amor men were strong and tireless.

They lived in a place where the weather was always nice, so their personalities were usually relaxed and easy-going.

But the Amor men are savage and promiscuous. They say it’s easy to meet and part. Marriage is a sacred family contract, so how can it be so easy to meet?

The ladies were busy whispering and sneaking when Amor’s Tamon Krasis appeared.

They glanced at him, blushed, and even wandered around him for no apparent reason.

“Savage and promiscuous…… That’s exactly the kind of country I’m after.”

Smirking, Natasha stood in front of the last room in the corridor.

Looking at the heavy door, she raised her pale hand and knocked naturally on the door.

Once, twice, and a little later.

The door opened as if it had been waiting for her.

“Natasha!”

The person, who hurriedly opened the door and appeared, hugged Natasha.

Cradled in his chest, Natasha gently brushed the man’s golden hair.

“His Majesty woke up and didn’t let me go.”

“…That d*mn Emperor!”

“Shhhh, be careful, Roxon, this is the Imperial Palace.”

Natasha pushed him into the door with a gentle hand.

They were pulled into the room in a tangled mess. His hands hurried to embrace Natasha.

“The Emperor has fallen and it is I, Roxon Bake, who do all the affairs of state, so who can harm me?”

He talked arrogantly.

“Of course. Who dares. That’s right.” 

Natasha leaned her head lightly on his shoulder.

Through the window, Roxon held Natasha.

He had blond hair, green eyes, and a tall, slender figure.

It was hard to distinguish him from the emperor.

Of course, his facial features were very different from the emperor, the most beautiful man in the empire.

Marquis Roxon Bake.

He was a distant cousin of the Emperor. He was very clever and ambitious,and he was crowned Prime Minister with the help of his relatives.

His ambition and Natasha’s black heart came together.

Strangely enough, no matter how many nights she spent with the Emperor, she never got pregnant.

As the next best option, Natasha chose Marquis Roxon Bake, a distant relative of the emperor. She whispered in his ear as she patted her rounded belly.

“………You’ll help my child become Emperor, right?” 

At Natasha’s words, Roxon smiled confidently and lifted Natasha’s chin, their lips locked together deeply. 

“Of course, Natasha, you have nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine.”

Natasha smiled, relieved by Roxon’s words. Yes, what’s there to worry about?

The Empress, who was like a thorn in her eyes, died, and the Emperor, who had nothing to look at, was bedridden.

As Roxon said, all will be well. 

Everything is as Natasha wants…….