her obedient servant. | remarried empress x f!reader

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The late-Emperor had tried looking into documents from before you were brought into an auctioning house, but there were no files that had existed.

He tried questioning the auctioneer, however he was only told that you appeared on the building's doorstep with bloodstained clothes wrapped around your body.

So, he had no choice but allow you the privileges of Vindication as you indeed held the title as the Sword of the Empre. The fact that you could shift from the form of a panther to a human being was more than enough proof for the Holy Priest to gant you that privilege. 

Sovieshu could indeed tell Rashta of everything, however, the late-Emperor had requested of him to keep everything about you a secret. To keep Vindication a secret and to keep the last remaining member of the Panther tribe a secret.

You were to be introduced to the world as a commoner from a family who was recognized by the imperial family through your skills as a knight and not as a child who came from nowhere.

"She...is someone not even myself can contain. So you have to be careful around her because not even I can punish her, okay?" Sovieshu sighs, trying to keep things subtle as he pats his lover's hair to get her to understand his situation.

Rashta nods, ignoring the fear that begins to crawl up her spine.

So if you were to harm her and her baby, then not even the Emperor of the Empire can punish you for it?

"You got the info already? That's fast." You chuckle, toying with the bag of silver and gold coins in your palm, the coins clinking against each other.

The masked person doesn't respond, only handing you several pieces of paper patiently.

"Hm, quiet ones are always so boring." a sigh leaves you lips before you hand over the money, "Do send my regards to the guild master." 

They nod, swiftly taking the money and leaving through your open window.

Though you liked to handle your business personally, you're far too tired to dig into what Viscount Lotteshu was blackmailing Rashta with.

Skimming through the papers, you tap a finger against the arm of the chair, humming in delight as the information flows into your head. To put it simply, Rashta has a love child with her former master's son, though she believes the child to be dead.

Hm, with the current situation, it's likely Duke Ergi is going to use this information to go against Rashta in the right moment. Goodness, he was smarter than you thought her was.

You wondered if Sovieshu was already aware of this information, given that he'd brought her in, knowing she was a slave. That man was truly out of his damn mind, burying important information about Rashta's crimes and lying to his own people about the status of his Mistress.

Well, whatever. You needed to rest for now. A single argument with the Emperor had drained out about 50 years of energy from your life and you had planned something for Rashta's Baby Banquet tomorrow.