Happy one-year anniversary to this fic! I am very surprised with how consistent I've been, and that I've written over 70k words! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, but I'm sure you'll like the next one even more ;) Hoping to post it sometime within the next few days if I can.

This chapter is 5.3k words, and I wrote 1.6k of it in 2hrs last night...but I needed sleep so I only posted it in the morning.

20th May 1998- Wednesday

"-is a complicated art, driven by emotion and- your Lordship, please pay attention."

Harry, at the sharp, disapproving tone, jolted out of his thoughts, his hand slipping from his face, and straightened from his slouch. Turning to face the irate-looking woman in front of him, he gave a sheepish grimace. "My apologies, Professor. Please continue."

Her ruffled feathers soothed with his attention, and she turned back to her chalkboard- magically conjured onto a plain wall in his back rooms- beginning once more. "As I was saying, to cast the Dark Arts, a certain amount of emotion is needed-"

He zoned her out once more, unwillingly. He was just too caught up in his own thoughts at the moment. The sudden death of Victoria was a shock to both him and the Court as a whole, and despite the fact he barely knew her, he felt affected by her death. It revealed the darker side of the harem, whether it had been by suicide or, if his gut feeling was correct, by murder. He had witnessed more of the darkness than he expected he would within his first year in the harem, the two miscarriages also weighing heavily on his mind, which he also saw as being caused by outside sources.

Professor Bailey cleared her throat again, having caught his mind wandering once more. Her tone was stern like McGonagall's had been whenever she caught him 'up to no good'. Harry liked to think he was a perfectly well-behaved student, thank you very much, it was just her bias towards anything Potter that got him into trouble. "Your Lordship, I am here to-"

Sensing the direction she was about to head in based on the tone of her voice, he interrupted before she could say something damning or rude. He didn't want his maids that were milling about to interpret her words as rude and report the woman for 'undermining a concubines, and therefore the Emperor's, divine authority', or even worse, spread rumours that could cause him scorn for being weak towards those who are 'lesser'. "Professor Bailey, may we end our session early today? I feel as though I am too distracted to take in the lesson."

The woman frowned slightly, a noise of discontent at being interrupted bubbling in the back of her throat before she bowed stiffly. "As you wish, your Lordship. Shall I come back tomorrow at the same time?"

"Yes, please." Harry smiled, smoothing out his robes for something to do, watching as she vanished the chalkboard and began to put her equipment away. She left swiftly after packing her bag, glancing in his direction as she went, a severe crease to her brow. He could only hope this didn't affect her opinion of him, Harry quite liked the no-nonsense but fair woman, but he knew how slights were taken within the Court. Even the way he drank his tea in the presence of others was examined with great scrutiny, most so bored that they would go so far as to start petty squabbles over perceived slights.

Such as how Noble Cordelia tried to have him punished for such a thing as his 'tone'. Luckily, Harry had yet to be further involved in situations such as that one, but with his slow realisation that, perhaps, he had the ambition to take the top position as well, he was beginning to grow bolder in the presence of those he'd previously avoided.

Harry sighed, relaxing on the sofa and closing his eyes, feeling a headache beginning to form behind them. This was all so tiring. His previous notions that, whilst the harem wouldn't be a walk in the park, he'd at least enjoy it to the fullest, were beginning to sound like the childish dreams of a starry-eyed child who'd looked upon the Emperor all those years ago and greedily wanted.

Anya paused at his side, hearing his sigh. "Master, did you want another tea?"

He looked at her then, properly looked, and saw, not the strong and capable maid he'd thought he'd brought with him nearly a year ago now, but a young woman who was just as much out of her depth as he was. He took pity on her, and lifted his lip into a smile, although they could both tell that it didn't have its intended effect. "Please."

1st June 1998- Monday

"It is my wish that I did not have to be the one to announce this, but with the unfortunate death of the previous Secondary Second-Class Attendant Brennan, Attendant Pucey is to attain the vacated position. Attendant Warrington is to move to Third Second-Class Attendant, and Attendant Merula to Fourth."

Harry took this in with a blank expression, disgust filling him at the happy faces of the Second-Class Attendants, pleased with their promotion despite the circumstances it came from.

"Please ensure to enter the Hall of Worship to pray for our Sister's sanctity in the afterlife, as it was her passing that entitled you to these promotions." Bellatrix's lip twitched as she stared down at them from her chair, whether in disgust or approval, Harry couldn't tell, but her tone wiped the smug expressions off of the Attendant's faces, leaving them stony-faced and serious.

"Of course, Sister." Pucey demurely bowed his head, hands clasped on his lap, and it seemed to settle Bellatrix's ruffled feathers.

"Ensure that you do. Now, may I please call your attention to the parchments that were handed out at the beginning of this meeting. It is a list of the current events scheduled for the remainder of the year. Now, his Majesty has confided in me that there is to be an upcoming out-of-Court trip-" Harry's spine straightened. "But he has yet to disclose when that will be. All I was told is that it is to be a formal one. As many of you already know, but I am iterating for those who haven't been with us for long-" They were coming up on a year, soon. "But it is only his Majesty's legal spouses that are allowed to accompany his Majesty outside of the Court."

Harry, already knowing this, simply deflated a bit, but from the slight gasps and groans of others, they haven't. Dahlia looked as if she had swallowed a lemon, for all that she used to crow to him about knowing all about the activities of the harem, and Nott, Greengrass and Smith all looked similarly put out.

"Why is that so, Sister?" Dahlia questioned, a pout of her perfect, rosebud lips. Such a face would have melted him previously, enticed him to coo and pinch her cheeks teasingly until she swatted him away with a huff, moaning about his 'lack of decorum', but now, after the harsh words she had uttered at him so rashly, it sent a twinge of annoyance down his spine.

"Because his Majesty wishes so, to make travelling easier, and as to not leave the Court abandoned of its main inhabitants for the duration of the trip. Don't be so put out, Dahlia." Here, Bellatrix's lips twitched. "Didn't his Majesty find you entertaining recently? Perhaps, by the time the trip comes around, you will already be a Concubine."

The stare Dahlia sent him afterwards, filled with petty smugness and superiority, set his temper alight, and his want for the Emperor's attention to soaring.

27th June- Saturday - Tom's Pov

His children entered the gates of the Court with a mixture of emotions. Some wore happy smiles as they greeted their parents, others shied back in the backdrop, grimacing when their overbearing or downright antagonistic approached them.

He stood at the front of the group, the area around him devoid of people, wary of coming close unless invited. He watched as his children milled about, their excited energy from being let out for the summer almost contagious, his lip twitching in amusement at the lack of decorum some of them were showing. He'd allow it, for now. After all, it was only his Harem and children's staff in attendance, he could trust them for now not to ruin his image, if only to save their own.

His childless concubines stood off to the side, fidgeting awkwardly, their eyes shining with jealousy. Thomas felt further amused as their eyes flittered to him, full of longing and hunger. He knew he was a physically, and objectively attractive man. His father, as much as Thomas hated to think about his Muggle namesake, the bastard had at least given him one good thing, which was his face. Merlin knows how he'd have gotten even half the enthusiastic support he had if he wasn't conventionally handsome. And now that he held the power of being the world's most powerful, magically and politically, person, well, it was no wonder he had hoards lining up for a chance to join his Harem.

At that thought, his eyes flitted down the line, seeking out the newest face to join it.

His gaze locked on to Harry when he found him, who was watching the youngest children run around, happy to see their older siblings again despite the admonishments it gained from their parents. The content smile on his face was breathtaking, lighting up his eyes until Thomas was almost certain that they were shining emeralds, blessed upon the man by Magic itself to ensnare his greedy attention. He had always adored green, even before he had come to know his true heritage.

It was the shade of nature, the only splash of colour that he'd witnessed within the dreary, grey walls of the orphanage during his youngest years. Through the small window in his cramped room, brushing at the window had been a great tree, always covered with green, green leaves that he so adored. Young Thomas, Tom then, had coveted the sight until he was finally allowed outside, met with the sight of yet more green trees. Ever since the colour had held a spot within him.

Those emerald eyes looked up then to lock with his own, and Harry smiled at him shyly, dipping his head in greeting, before turning away to continue talking to Noble Diggory, who was staring at Thomas with awe, barely paying attention to his Brother.

He frowned at the lack of attention before it was stolen by Bellatrix at his side, who was tightly holding on to their chattering nine-month-old daughter.

"Delphini, sweetie, say hello to your father~" The woman cooed as she jostled the girl slightly. Delphina waved her hands about, gurgling as a trail of spit slid down her chin. Bellatrix's nose scrunched at the sight, and she made to give their daughter to her nursemaid, but Tom swooped in a scooped her up.

"Hello, Delphina. How are you today?" He spoke softly, wary that his voice could have grown men in tears. His daughter, however, simply giggled, reaching up to tug at his hair whilst babbling nonsense into his ear. "Hm, interesting. Would you like to come with me and meet your Aunts and Uncles?"

Bellatrix was ferociously protective over her little darling, and as soon as the Princess began to babble and recognise those around her, she sequestered her into her private Palace, only those closest to her allowed to lay eyes on the child. In fact, this was the first time in a while Thomas had seen her outside, so he was going to take advantage of that fact.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid Delphina is quite moody today," He looked down at the happy baby in his arms. "So perhaps another time-"

Thomas was already walking to where Harry and Cedric were standing, the concubines around them beginning to fizz with excitement at his approach. He greeted Jasmine and Clearwater first, then Malfoy, Nott and Greengrass who failed to draw him into a conversation, before he finally stood in front of the man he'd been aiming for. Cedric spoke first, bowing in sync with Harry.

"Greetings, your Majesty."

"Noble Diggory, I hope you are well?" Thomas asked to be polite, although his true goal was just off to the side, anxiously patting down his unruly hair, an action that further endeared him.

"Yes, your Majesty." He bowed his head again, fiddling with his sleeves, Thomas taking in the action with scrutiny. "May I ask, what is it your Majesty wanted?"

"I wished for my daughter to meet her Aunts and Uncles now that she's more lively and inquisitive." He jostled the girl in his arms, who was watching the proceeding with wide but unnaturally intelligent eyes. His blood shone true, although he couldn't entirely rule out Bellatrix's blood as a cause. The woman was frighteningly intelligent, although most rarely looked past her insanity at the forefront.

"That's wonderful! Hello, Princess Delphina, I'm Cedric, one of your Father's concubines." He greeted the little girl with a charming smile, his voice pitching higher to seem more inviting.

The girl clung to his neck with a hesitant pout on her lips, eyes uncertain, before the dark orbs lit up with interest. "Ah, ah bah!"

Thomas followed her gaze to see her reaching for Harry, who was looking at her with bewilderment, hesitantly meeting the gaze of the Princess. He smiled. Perfect. "Would you like to hold her, Noble Potter-Black?"

"I don't think-" The man began.

"The Princess is comfortable with her father-" Bellatrix protested.

"Nonsense." Deftly, he passed Delphina over to Harry, who cradled her gently as if she was a piece of precious china. The Princess was immensely fascinated by him as soon as they came into contact, and gurgled happily in his arms, staring deeply into his eyes. She didn't leave them until Bellatrix got too defensive to ignore.

Thomas felt a sense of camaraderie with his daughter, then.

1st July- Wednesday

"His Majesty hails the endurance of his Harem for yet another year and asks for us to reflect on the occurrences we have faced over the past year. We are here today to reminisce, not just on the ones we have lost over this year, but on the Brothers and Sisters we have gained. Noble Potter-Black, First-Class Attendant Malfoy, Greengrass, Lovegood, Nott and Smith, the Emperor notes his appreciation for your stellar behaviour and quick integration into his Harem, and gifts you each double your weekly stipend and a choice fabric from his personal tailor's collection."

"We thank his Majesty for his thoughtfulness and appreciate this opportunity," Harry uttered, although he had no idea why the eyes of many concubines widened at the mention of the reward. Luckily, Bellatrix explained it without prompting.

"This is a most fortunate honour from his Majesty. Choose wisely, as the chances of this being permitted for each of you again are low. Only me and my fellow Consorts, on our ascension to the rank we hold, were allowed in there once again."

Penny piped up then with a smile directed at Harry. "Oh, it is beautiful in there, Brothers and Sisters! His Majesty's collection is large and lavish, you will find whatever you desire within it. However, do be careful with your choice of colours and patterns."

Because the wrong colour for the rank you hold, and the wrong motif that could signify you as a different house, could cause slights and feuds like no other. That had been hammered into Harry from a young age, despite how his Father moaned about traditions. He was still a Pureblood that had been raised in that society.

"Yes, thank you for reminding them, Sister Haywood. Furthermore, his Majesty decrees that Second-Class Attendant Clearwater is to assume the rank of Seventh First-Class Attendant, for her loyal service of seven years. He recognises that you have remained in the position of Second-Class for long enough, and that you are deserving of this long-awaited promotion."

Clearwater looked shell-shocked, eyes wide and filled with tears. "I-I thank his Majesty for his thoughtfulness, and am grateful for this honour he has bestowed upon me!"

"Congratulations, Sister Clearwater."

"Well done, Attendant Clearwater!"

"How wonderful of his Majesty!"

Harry smiled, clapping his hands, but his heart twisted. He was happy for her, she deserved it for her long service to his Majesty, six more years than him yet stagnant in the same rank, but it still hurt that the attention the Emperor had been showing him in all of his time as a concubine still didn't earn him a promotion in rank within a year.

Just how much longer would it take?

3rd July 1998- Friday

Penny sighed as she watched her daughter run around the garden, shrieking in delight as her younger brother slowly toddled after her, his little legs wobbly but gait determined. The baby in her arms, another little girl, soothed her uneasy thoughts slightly, but the knowledge that, soon, her eldest would be out of her reach was overwhelming.

"Mama! Mama, look, butterfly!" Aurelia called out, drawing her attention to where she was running after a butterfly, stopping to point at it as if she couldn't see it.

"Hm, oh, how pretty, Aurelia!" She cooed, smiling when her daughter giggled and rushed off to chase it, Rastus looking around confusedly at her quick speed, before tottering after her again. Penny leant back, closed her eyes and simply basked in the happy giggles of her children, humming softly to soothe the sleeping Princess in her arms when she shuffled.

"Madam, Nobles Lafington and Witt have arrived, along with tenth Princess Serina."

Her eyes blinked open at the voice of her head maid, and Penny stared up at the woman with resignation. "Did you forget, Madam?"

"Perhaps."

"Shall I send them away?"

"No, no, there's no need for that. Let them in, however, please entertain them for a few moments while I refresh myself. Gemma, please can you take Cecilia, I believe she'll be needing a feed soon."

"Yes, Madam." The maid who had been shading her as she sat on the bench put down the umbrella and leant down to take her daughter, which Penny resisted for a moment before relenting. She had somewhere to be, and a baby had no place being involved in political battles.

Phoebe helped her up and led her inside, before diverging at her door to head for the entrance room. Penny entered her room, met with Kate who was already holding a robe for her to change into. She smiled at her, slipping out of the robe she was wearing and putting the new, cooler one on, shivering as the silk brushed against her skin. "Thank you."

"My please, Madam. Will you be wanting to wear different jewellery?"

"No, what I have on is sufficient. They are only Nobles, after all. There's no faux pas I can make that would set them against me to a degree that they could alter my reputation." She tied the belt at her waist with a smile, admiring the way the golden robes brought out the brighter tones of her blonde hair and highlighted the blues in her cornflower eyes. Perfect.

"Lead me out to the garden again, I would like for us to take our tea out there. The children are enjoying the warmth, and I would loathe taking away their fun by forcing them inside."

"Of course, Madam."

It seemed to have grown hotter in the time she had spent inside, and she smiled at the sight of her daughter and son laying next to each other on the grass, watched over by their nanny. Further into the garden, under the gazebo, Penny could see another couple of her maids prepping the table for Tea.

"Greetings, Consort Haywood." Came two soft voices from behind her, followed by a warbled third, and Penny spun elegantly, keeping that warm smile on her face as she observed the awed expressions on the Nobles before her.

"Greetings to you as well, Sisters, Princess Serina." She dipped her head slightly whilst greeting the Princess, who continued to stare up at her with big, brown eyes. "Would you like to go and play with your Sister and Brother? You might not remember, but you and my Aurelia liked to nap together when you were really little. And you haven't met your brother, Rastus, yet, have you?" The girl shook her head, adorable black ringlets following the movement. "Run along then, they're just over there." Penny pointed at the two shapes on the grass, Aurelia now up on her elbows and staring over, having noticed the newcomers.

"Okay!" The little girl giggled, before running over to them. Well, she tried to.

"Serina, no running! You must walk!"

Looking dejected, the girl stopped with a pout, before carefully walking towards her half-siblings, who greeted her with babbled hello's.

"Now, Sisters, should we discuss the goings of the Harem over Tea?"

6th July- Monday

Penny leaned closer, a happy grin on her lips as she whispered. "I asked his Majesty to spend the night with me on my birthday, so I will find out within a matter of days whether I have conceived again or not! Oh, it will be a joyous moment if I can give his Majesty another child once again!"

"I hope that is so, Sister."

She smiled at him, beautifully. He felt breathless in her presence, her beauty otherworldly and her personality so, so perfect that he couldn't help but be drawn in. "I have always wanted four children, it just seems like such a perfect number. Whilst three currently feels right, I just know that once my little Cecilia is out of her baby days, I'll once again want to hold another within my arms. But, five feels considerably too much, for me, at least!" She giggled, leaning back finally. "How many are you wanting, Brother?"

Harry hesitated. He...didn't want the woman to know such a personal detail as that, even though she had revealed her own desire. Perhaps it was because he was yet to have a single child, but he wanted to hoard his desires close to his chest. "I think three is a beautiful number, although I wouldn't be opposed to any amount. Any children the Emperor blesses me with will be enough."

"Oh, Brother, you are so sweet and considerate! Three is a good, auspicious number. I believe, if I do not have a fourth, I will be content with my three, beautiful children." He hummed, listening to her prattle on about how her children were progressing. "Aurelia's fifth birthday is coming up soon, I can't believe she's already that age! It's not all a wonderful occasion, however." She sighed, eyes slightly watering. "After all, since she's five, she'll be moving into the Children's Court. I know this is by order of his Majesty to keep our children safe, and socialised well with the other children, but it's still upsetting that I have to let my babies go. It's stupid of me, she is only going to be a five-minute walk away from me, but-" She made a choked noise, and Harry hurried to console her.

"It's understandable to feel this way, Sister. She will be away from you, no matter how close she'll be. Will you be able to visit her whenever you like, still?"

"Oh, yes, his Majesty isn't so cruel as to deny us that, only in the twins' case, as Concubine Alecto isn't the best influence on them. However, she will no longer be under my roof, and that enough is ruining my mood. Apologies, Brother, but I will be taking my leave for now. I wish to spend more time with my daughter whilst she is still within my Palace."

14th July 1998- Sunday

A year ago today, Harry had entered the Emperor's harem, full of optimistic ideals, unrefined mannerisms, and confidence he'd be totally fine remaining in the background, a side character to the future main spouse of the Emperor. Now, as he looked back at his past self, he scoffed at those thoughts.

The Harem was not something to join on a whim, with hopeful aspirations of glory and contentedness. It was a battlefield of the worst types, sly, deceitful, unforgiving and most of all, ambitious concubines, plotting the downfall of those they were supposed to see as fellow spouses, only focused on their own gain, their own power, and the Emperor. Allies mattered, although that wasn't a guarantee for not coming into conflict with those same people who called you their 'Brother'. In the Harem, it was yourself before anyone else, and above all, your ascendance over others.

And, he could see now how he'd become just like them, as he brewed a potion to increase his fertility with the intention to use it the moment the Emperor accepted him.

31st July 1998- Friday

Harry's 18th birthday came around quickly, and he was filled with trepidation as the day progressed, yet no invitation from the Emperor came as last year.

He paced his front room anxiously, biting at the skin around his nails so as not to ruin them, Anya anxiously hovering around him, assuring him that the Emperor would call on him.

"He calls upon you for much less, and regularly. I am assured he will do the same this year."

"But, what if he doesn't? What if, when I have to attend the meeting tomorrow morning, I am subject to the quips of the others, knowing that the Emperor didn't call on me?"

"Master, no, Harry, his Majesty will call upon you. Trust me, why would he not?"

Harry opened his mouth to retort 'how could you know that?', but a knock on the front door stopped it in his throat. He shared a look with her, before gesturing for her to open it. Behind was a formal-looking Eunuch that sent Harry's heart beating with trepidation.

"Noble Potter-Black, his Majesty invites you to dine with him this evening. He implores you to wear whatever you feel most comfortable in. Please make sure that you are at the Palace by six o'clock."

Harry couldn't hold back the smile that spread on his face. "Of course, please tell his Majesty that I am eager to accept." When the door shut behind him, Anya gave him a knowing look, and Harry sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Could you help me choose what to wear?"

"Of course, Master."

Once dinner was over, a lovely three-course meal of all his favoured foods, they retired to the Emperor's living room without the presence of any staff, which is why Harry felt bold enough to ask the Emperor his wants once again. "Your Majesty, now that I am eighteen, would you consider spending the night-"

Tom let out a ragged sigh, bringing a hand up to his face. "Harry, you are simply not ready for that. Please, give it a few more months before you ask such a thing of me. I will not spend the night with you in such a way only because you have turned eighteen."

Harry felt his heart clench at the rejection, gritting his teeth as he felt his temper unwillingly flare. "And why do you get to decide when I'm ready? I am an adult, I have been an adult for over a year now, so when do I get to decide what I want?"

Thomas' smile grew teasing. "My, your temper is rather volatile today."

"Thomas, I'm serious, I'm ready!"

He sighed again, his teasing expression fading into solemnity. "You may be, but I am not, not yet, anyway. I feel that you are too young and naive to what you are asking for, as I have said before."

"But-"

"Harry, I assure you, It is for the best to wait a little while longer. Then, when the time comes, I will do so, and you will recognise the merit in delaying. I am not doing this to punish you, I am simply taking your best interests into consideration, despite what you may think or say."

Harry stood, sending a glare the Emperor's way, internally berating himself at the way he was treating this powerful and vicious man. "Fine. But I will not be letting up on this. I will convince you, soon enough, that I am ready!"

"You may do so, Harry. However, I assure you, I can also be rather stubborn."

He exited the Palace with a huff, ignoring the incredulous stares sent his way by the Euncuhs and maids milling about at the way he stormed down the path, obviously agitated with what the Emperor had spoken about.

1st August 1998- Saturday

"His Majesty declares that, due to his currently pleasant mood, all concubines who he currently disfavours in any amount are formally less so. However-" Here, she stops, glaring at the parchment. "Due to this, he announces that Noble Rosenburg is to be promoted to the rank of fifth Concubine."

The blonde woman looked exuberant, a smile splitting her face with intense happiness. "I thank his Majesty for his graciousness, and vow to uphold his honour as his legal wife."

Harry's stomach dropped. He and Cordelia weren't on the best of terms, and with her promotion, she was now considered a true spouse of the Emperor. This would mean that she now had even more power over him, and was a bigger threat than he was prepared to deal with.

Murmurs of congratulations echoed through the harem, although many of them sounded as dejected as he felt. Cordelia didn't hold many allies in the harem, if at all. If it wasn't her Muggle-born status that put off the blood supremacists, it was her rotten personality and self-superiority, flaunting her title as a Muggle Princess to everyone who would listen and deprecating those who she saw as lesser.

"Thank you for your congratulations, Brothers and Sisters! I am extremely grateful for this opportunity." She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, blue eyes shining with smugness.

"His Majesty has already contacted the necessary individuals to organise your wedding, but he will be sending a company to your rooms later on to discuss preparations. He has selected your palace to be the Palace of Gathered Elegance. He hopes that such as Palace will continue to reflect you as a Concubine. This meeting is dismissed."

Cordelia barely waited for their formal farewells to be finished before she bounced out of the hall, her arm wrapped around her maids as they hurried for the Palace of Noble Beauty.

15th August 1998- Saturday

After two weeks of intense preparations- in which Harry was caught up in the whirlwind, having to help design a lantern that would hang over his gate as a sign of his blessing for the marriage- the day of the Emperor's and now Concubine Rosenburg's wedding was upon him.

He was dressed in a light blue robe, lacking in any patterns, matching the other Noble's. He was lined up in procession behind the bride, along with the other Nobles and Attendants. The Concubines and Consorts were sitting upon the dias alongside the Emperor, who would soon formally declare her to be his wife, and bestow upon her the Slytherin name.

"I declare you, wife to the Emperor, Cordelia Ulyssia Slytherin-Rosenburg. May you serve your role as Concubine well, and your marriage be blessed by Magic."

"Before the Emperor, my fellow Brothers and Sisters, and the citizens of this great Empire, I promise that I will uphold my duty as Concubine to the highest degree." She uttered breathlessly, staring up at the man with twinkling eyes. This was fulfilling every dream she'd had as a young girl, the youngest Princess who had little chance of marrying higher than her current position as a daughter to a king. Now, she was a wife to an Emperor, the Emperor.

"Blessings to the Emperor, blessings to Concubine Slytherin-Rosenburg."

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Last Updated: 06/09/23 [Added in a side chapter '3rd July']