Chapter 50

“W-What is the meaning of this master...” Consort Jeansen tried to first reason yet upon realizing that the male was furious far beyond reason screamed with all her might yet that one person did not care and held her legs countering any of her attempts of running away.

King Kyzm who looked like a corpse with his eyes tinged with scarlet of red laughed cruelly before his rough hand came upon her face with all his might making the consort’s exquisite features contort with blood dripping down her nose.

“SLUT!”

The noblest woman in the empire of Gaerin.

To the empire’s sun Kyzm she was the moon.

There were melodies written for both their love.

What love?

Emperor Kyzm favored Consort Jeansen since her father General Garx was one of the founding pillars of the dynasty thus when the information of her and Ragel colluding to rebel reached his ears, Kyzm did not act out of rage and sent his men to investigate.

Yet now her father was losing the