บท 6: MY DAUGHTER MUST FULFIL HER DESTINY!

"Then are you only saying all this to mock your own daughter?!..", Consort Tamara asks slowly with boundless rage coating each word she speaks.

The Emperor turns his gaze to the deeply heaving woman whose fuming brown eyes seem to be trying to burn him down before he subconsciously chuckles lightly internally.

Many asked why, Well..

This is why he married her. To an Emperor or anyone of the Imperial bloodline or a high linage, marriage is mostly for five reasons. it's either you need the other person's power..

You are trying to make bounds with the person's family to prevent internal disputes..

You are trying to play a political part,..

You are in lust OR..

You are in love.

Amongst the sixty-four concubines and one Empress the Emperor has married thus far, only five of them falls fully into the last category.

And although she doesn't know it,.. Tamara is one of them. He seems to have somehow fallen in love with how driven she becomes when her emotions come to play.

Among all his Consorts, she's the only one who doesn't mind wearing whatever negative emotions she feels towards him on her very attractive face. Considering the 'snakes' and carmeloens the Emperor has to deal with on a timely bases, being with someone this sincere is nothing but a honest relieve.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, The Emperor finally responds to Tamara's question.

"Seflim doesn't stand a chance but she can create a chance.", The Emperor says calmly.

"..I'm not planning on given any of my chosen children an exclusive deal of power because the throne can and must only be held by the most worthy and powerful. Anyone less than that is nothing but a stepping stone to the rest..

"..If Seflim ever dreams of being an heir then you as her mother must be willing to create space for her to grow. She will need a vast magnitude of power to even be considered a competitor and even if she gets power, I can only hope she can bear the target that comes with it.".

"My daughter will grow to dwarf your expectations.", Queen Tamara brazenly declares with burning determination as if issuing a challenge.

"I have very high expectations for my little princess.." The Emperor says as he gently rubs Seflim's cheek with the back of his hand.

"..but if I'm being completely honest I would rather her sit back in the heritage wars that is to come..", The Emperor says while giving a silent sign as he thinks about the invisible poewr waves that has been swaying the world through recent times.

Honestly, The Emperor truly wishes that Seflim can step off the target but he already knows that his wishes would not come true.

"..to prove herself worthy of the throne, Seflim must grow to be able to consider hell itself nothing but a warm fireplace. I have been through it and even my odds aren't even half as bad as hers.", The Emperor declares.

"My daughter would decide her own fate, if she choses this path then I would make sure she reaches her goal.", Consort Tamara calmly says with mountain strong determination.

The Emperor absent-mindedly gives a nod in response to Tamara's words before he returns baby princess Seflim back to her Mother.

Consort Tamara cuddles her baby against her chest and her eyes catches a new bronze coloured cocktail ring on her baby daughter's pinky finger. The ring's metal looks almost lusterless though it had distinct rune engravings running through it as well as very tiny green gem fixed into it.

This new ring on Seflim's finger is obviously a gift from her father.

The Emperor gently combs through the blue hair of the his son who is sleeping by Tamara's side with his fingers before bending his body as he plants a soft kiss on Tamara's fore head.

Despite the unfriendly sparks they had just exchanged, Consort Tamara just calmly closed her eyes to receive the Emperor's warm gesture without resisting.

"Get some rest, I will try visiting more often.", The Emperor says with much more gentleness in his tone after which he turns around as he vanishes into the world.

Consort Tamara could only sigh softly after the Emperor's exit. She looks lovingly at her baby princess who seem to be falling asleep as she repeats one thing in her mind.

'As long as she lives, her daughter and the rest of her children would never be viewed with indifference or be told the limits to their potential!. Even if she has to sell her soul, her daughter will fulfil her destiny.'.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Consort Tamara looks towards the new Nanny who is still trembling and bowing with her head on the floor.

"Rise..", Consort Tamara commands.

The Nanny trembles a bit from the order before slowly rising to her feet with buckling knees. The nanny had not heard a word that has been exchanged between the Emperor and Tamara as a terrifying aura had taken hold of all her senses.

"What's your name again?.", Consort Tamara asks with her tone a bit frosty.

"Balle Nora your Elegance.", The nanny replies with a gentle accent as she quickly tries to re-gathers her bearing with a small bow.

"OK.. Nanny Balle Nora. I want you to feed, clothe and give my baby the best and only the best of everything. I want her to be raised and treated as the next Exalted Empress.", The Consort Orders much to the visible shock of the Nanny whose eyes could not help but bulge in panic as she looks up only to see the very serious and cold brown eyes of Consort Tamara staring into hers.

"Y-yes your Elegance. I will try my humble and very best to meet your expectations.", Nanny Nora replies with her head further loweredas she tries to keep her body from trembling.

After hearing the reply she wants, Consort Tamara passes on Princess Seflim to her new nanny who immediately makes a silent exit with the baby princess.

A second later, two more Nannies makes their entry into Tamara's chambers with respectful bows as one silently takes the sleeping Prince and the other takes the energetic princess out of the room.

Tamara pays the Nannies no attention as she looks lost in thoughts.

"Lea..", Tamara calmly calls out to the empty room.No more than a second passes after the call does her Counsel(Lea) steps into the room before moving gracefully to the side of Tamara's bed.

"Your Elegance.", The Counsel gently lowers her head.

"I need books. Find me books about all the previous six Exalted Empresses. I want to know how they eat, how they talk, how they walk, who they associated with and even how they breath if possible!..", Tamara orders without looking towards her Counsel.

"I want to know about politics and the fastest way to insert myself in the true powers of this Continent. I want the best experts on raising children and coaches on power play and I want all of this before me as secretively and as quickly as possible.".

"Understood your Majesty.", As expected of Counsel Lea, she shows neither surprise nor did she ask questions as she immediately receives her orders with plans of immediate execution.

Though first, she has a report.

"Your Majesty, there are Four thousand eight hundred and twenty two Letters sent from all over the Continent. These letters are from the major powers in congratulations of the princess birth. There is a wide range of presents and good will from a lot of other powerhouses also.", Counsel Lea says much to the shock of Consort Tamara.

Her last births have never received this much attention as the most she gets is a hundred letters from her parents, family and a couple of boot lickers that aren't even worth mentioning to someone of her status. Tamara does not have to think far to know the reason for this level of attention.

The news of a possible next Exalted Empress has spread far and wide!.

"..Should I filter the most relevant letters and bring them to you?.", Consort Lea calmly asks.

"No.. Bring everything to me. Every scrap of paper sent to me.. however irrelevant or relevant should be brought to me.".

"Understood.. your Elegance.", Consort Lea responds calmly. The Counsel gives one final gentle bow before sharply making her Exit.