Chapter 13: 013 - EMPRESS TALIYAH
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It was then that his fate reading completed, and his tiny little heart almost gave out, in what world is this optimum survival he wanted to scream this was insane.
As for what could make the heart of a former god almost stop working it was this world, no to be correct, it was this universal civilization the two people that were on a date in this garden, were beings that had two centres of power in the immortal realm with only one remaining in the mortal realm and based of the readings they could become immortals at any time they liked.
As for the maids and butlers, all of them were in the seventh-grade with one maid that even stood at the peak of the seventh in all aspects, but if that wasn't enough this entire world had almost a hundred thousand seventh-grade mortal cultivators.
He glimpsed across the balcony of this high pyramid that stood almost a kilometre high and looked at all the buildings between, large roads of smooth steel ran in every direction as far as the eye could see, all the buildings were built in a pyramid shape and large spaces were left in between each monolithic pyramid.
In the distance, large cranes could be seen shifting granite bricks the size of a small house and in the outer district, the streets were busy with people and large mechanical trains that glided with magnetic force across the steel streets.
This was easily the most prosperous civilization Samsara had ever seen, the city that he was in certainly covered every inch of the planet was not what made him think that but rather the number of cultivators here, the lowest cultivation base in this place was fifth-grade.
This all came from his fate reading and he also found something of interest worth investigating on this world, and that would be a tread of a world tree, it was something which was very strange and suspicious.
But all that had to wait as he was in a very dangerous place one misstep and death would take him, he once more began to curse the fate strings that brought him here and this very precarious situation, as the greatest the cultivator that ever lived he only had one plan currently and believed that it might just work.
Look cute and act cute, and hope that they are baby loving people.
---
Three hours earlier.
The Clovis Civilisation.
One of the rooms lay barren with just a simple tarp on the floor, in the middle of the room sat Empress Taliyah, her expression sombre while looking at a panel on the room wall.
It appeared to be a normal wall but on it were twelve frames each one with a picture, some boys and some girls, their hair was all golden, just like their father Taliyah always wished that one of her children would inherit her hair but sadly their fathers genes were too strong.
Half of them did inherit her eyes a murky blue that could be mistaken for a light grey.
Behind the panel was a series of sarcophagus all created by master craftsmen, one lay empty while only three were full, the others only had pieces within.
Over the course of the past month, she sat by the side of each one and now she sat at the centre wishing her lost children good fortune wherever their souls might be after experiencing rebirth.
Outside the doors two maidservants stood quietly, they sighed from time to time at the actions of their mistress, every ten years she would this on the 18 month of the galactic calendar she would enter the room and exit on the first day of the nineteenth month. (The final month of the galactic year.)
The Empress had been born as an ordinary mortal in a simple village on one of the worlds owned by the Clovis Civilization and yet she had such unfathomable potential that she climbed to the top of the world in a short sevent hundred years, anyone who reaches such a stage before becoming a thousand years is immediately accepted by the immortal civilization that supported this empire.
The Empress had ended up meeting the Emperor on an expedition in which he was hiding his identity and it was a meeting that she would never forget, a meeting in which she had embarrassed herself beyond belief, but a few centuries later she found herself married to him.
In the room were their fallen children, not one had survived, the maids sighed pitifully, it was a taboo for cultivators to grow attached to their kin in high society, and they could see the reason before their very eyes now, even the children of the emperor could not guaranty their survival in this world, and loving ones children was only inviting misfortune to one's self.
She made one last prayer and a wish in the last minute of her time and left the room.
As the two maids waited, the head maid arrived before and as if on cue the door to the room opened and the Empress exited, the head maid bowed slightly, "His majesty invites his Empress to dine with him for breakfast."
The melancholic expression of the Empress faded when she received the invitation, her husband always did this on the day she left the room, he would set an entire day aside just for her and she couldn't help but break into a smile as she thought of him.
"Your majesty I've drawn a bath for you and prepared a dress that his majesty has made for you.", the Empress giggled inwardly as she saw her maid's expression of envy.
It was hard to come by good men and even harder to come by good nobles let alone an emperor, he even made her a set of clothes by his own hand.
"Let's hope that the dress is not like the last time.", she spoke with a mischievous smile and even the maids couldn't help but giggle out loud.
The dress previously had a flaw, the tread started to fall apart as soon as she put it on so the maids had rushed to repair it, when the Empress tried to tease the Emperor about his terrible dressmaking skills he laughed but when she mentioned how the maids fixed it, he shot them a look of frustration.
It was only then that they realised the bad seam work was intentional and the emperor was planning something purvey with his wife, but they ruined his hard work.
Under a gazebo in the Estol gardens, Emperor Albus stood in his golden robes, and his right hand was placed on his sceptre, the shaft which had carvings of a mighty snake coiled around it, it reached his waist and the top held an orb that emitted a purple light.
It wasn't long before he saw his wife, even now after five thousand years he still felt nervous watching her come closer to him, it was pitiful that an emperor would feel that way, but she was just that beautiful.
Her perfect bronze skin looked as if she had spent weeks in a forge to create it, but he knew it was just her natural colour, and those light blue eyes that reminded him of their time in the storm isles of Caplid when they met, he looked at her hair and suddenly felt slightly sad, she used to have the most lustrous black hair in all the world but in her grief half, her head became a snowy white.
It didn't take away from her beauty in fact it only personified her beauty, the stark contrast between the black and white was incredible to behold and her maids did a great job of styling her hair, a thin plait with one side white and one side black, and the remainder of her hair was pulled forward and formed a tiara that looked to be made of black and white vines.
Most importantly was her fiery red dress he made, he didn't do anything like last time he still remembered his punishment from last time, she had given him a show that would make even gods salivate and froth, and he felt like the tallest mountain in all the worlds could not compare to him for those moments, and when he thought he was about to become the envy of gods she left their bed and told him to sort it out with one his concubines.
But he didn't dare to, his intuition told him that even going near his concubines would be a death sentence from his wife, not wanting to have a premature death he used miss palm and her five friends.
"Husband," she called out as she reached him, she pulled him into a deep kiss not caring about the onlookers more than a minute had passed before they pulled apart, "I've missed you Albus.", she spoke coquettishly as she locked her arm around his intimately.
Albus took a deep breath after that kiss, marvelling at how passionate she was even now, he really was lucky to have her as his wife and he was glad that she still had some of the village girl inside her, women raised in high society wouldn't even think of giving a small kiss in public let alone something so intimate.
They walked around the garden for almost an hour making small talk but mostly enjoying each-others company, before sitting down for their meal, however just before the meal was served a new presence was felt in the garden.
The presence held no cultivation but there was a dept to it that left them surprised they turned their heads in the direction of the presence, to find an infant sprawled across the garden floor, when they came into the child's sight, they noticed a tinge of fear on the child's face.
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It was then that his fate reading completed, and his tiny little heart almost gave out, in what world is this optimum survival he wanted to scream this was insane.
As for what could make the heart of a former god almost stop working it was this world, no to be correct, it was this universal civilization the two people that were on a date in this garden, were beings that had two centres of power in the immortal realm with only one remaining in the mortal realm and based of the readings they could become immortals at any time they liked.
As for the maids and butlers, all of them were in the seventh-grade with one maid that even stood at the peak of the seventh in all aspects, but if that wasn't enough this entire world had almost a hundred thousand seventh-grade mortal cultivators.
He glimpsed across the balcony of this high pyramid that stood almost a kilometre high and looked at all the buildings between, large roads of smooth steel ran in every direction as far as the eye could see, all the buildings were built in a pyramid shape and large spaces were left in between each monolithic pyramid.
In the distance, large cranes could be seen shifting granite bricks the size of a small house and in the outer district, the streets were busy with people and large mechanical trains that glided with magnetic force across the steel streets.
This was easily the most prosperous civilization Samsara had ever seen, the city that he was in certainly covered every inch of the planet was not what made him think that but rather the number of cultivators here, the lowest cultivation base in this place was fifth-grade.
This all came from his fate reading and he also found something of interest worth investigating on this world, and that would be a tread of a world tree, it was something which was very strange and suspicious.
But all that had to wait as he was in a very dangerous place one misstep and death would take him, he once more began to curse the fate strings that brought him here and this very precarious situation, as the greatest the cultivator that ever lived he only had one plan currently and believed that it might just work.
Look cute and act cute, and hope that they are baby loving people.
---
Three hours earlier.
The Clovis Civilisation.
One of the rooms lay barren with just a simple tarp on the floor, in the middle of the room sat Empress Taliyah, her expression sombre while looking at a panel on the room wall.
It appeared to be a normal wall but on it were twelve frames each one with a picture, some boys and some girls, their hair was all golden, just like their father Taliyah always wished that one of her children would inherit her hair but sadly their fathers genes were too strong.
Half of them did inherit her eyes a murky blue that could be mistaken for a light grey.
Behind the panel was a series of sarcophagus all created by master craftsmen, one lay empty while only three were full, the others only had pieces within.
Over the course of the past month, she sat by the side of each one and now she sat at the centre wishing her lost children good fortune wherever their souls might be after experiencing rebirth.
Outside the doors two maidservants stood quietly, they sighed from time to time at the actions of their mistress, every ten years she would this on the 18 month of the galactic calendar she would enter the room and exit on the first day of the nineteenth month. (The final month of the galactic year.)
The Empress had been born as an ordinary mortal in a simple village on one of the worlds owned by the Clovis Civilization and yet she had such unfathomable potential that she climbed to the top of the world in a short sevent hundred years, anyone who reaches such a stage before becoming a thousand years is immediately accepted by the immortal civilization that supported this empire.
The Empress had ended up meeting the Emperor on an expedition in which he was hiding his identity and it was a meeting that she would never forget, a meeting in which she had embarrassed herself beyond belief, but a few centuries later she found herself married to him.
In the room were their fallen children, not one had survived, the maids sighed pitifully, it was a taboo for cultivators to grow attached to their kin in high society, and they could see the reason before their very eyes now, even the children of the emperor could not guaranty their survival in this world, and loving ones children was only inviting misfortune to one's self.
She made one last prayer and a wish in the last minute of her time and left the room.
As the two maids waited, the head maid arrived before and as if on cue the door to the room opened and the Empress exited, the head maid bowed slightly, "His majesty invites his Empress to dine with him for breakfast."
The melancholic expression of the Empress faded when she received the invitation, her husband always did this on the day she left the room, he would set an entire day aside just for her and she couldn't help but break into a smile as she thought of him.
"Your majesty I've drawn a bath for you and prepared a dress that his majesty has made for you.", the Empress giggled inwardly as she saw her maid's expression of envy.
It was hard to come by good men and even harder to come by good nobles let alone an emperor, he even made her a set of clothes by his own hand.
"Let's hope that the dress is not like the last time.", she spoke with a mischievous smile and even the maids couldn't help but giggle out loud.
The dress previously had a flaw, the tread started to fall apart as soon as she put it on so the maids had rushed to repair it, when the Empress tried to tease the Emperor about his terrible dressmaking skills he laughed but when she mentioned how the maids fixed it, he shot them a look of frustration.
It was only then that they realised the bad seam work was intentional and the emperor was planning something purvey with his wife, but they ruined his hard work.
Under a gazebo in the Estol gardens, Emperor Albus stood in his golden robes, and his right hand was placed on his sceptre, the shaft which had carvings of a mighty snake coiled around it, it reached his waist and the top held an orb that emitted a purple light.
It wasn't long before he saw his wife, even now after five thousand years he still felt nervous watching her come closer to him, it was pitiful that an emperor would feel that way, but she was just that beautiful.
Her perfect bronze skin looked as if she had spent weeks in a forge to create it, but he knew it was just her natural colour, and those light blue eyes that reminded him of their time in the storm isles of Caplid when they met, he looked at her hair and suddenly felt slightly sad, she used to have the most lustrous black hair in all the world but in her grief half, her head became a snowy white.
It didn't take away from her beauty in fact it only personified her beauty, the stark contrast between the black and white was incredible to behold and her maids did a great job of styling her hair, a thin plait with one side white and one side black, and the remainder of her hair was pulled forward and formed a tiara that looked to be made of black and white vines.
Most importantly was her fiery red dress he made, he didn't do anything like last time he still remembered his punishment from last time, she had given him a show that would make even gods salivate and froth, and he felt like the tallest mountain in all the worlds could not compare to him for those moments, and when he thought he was about to become the envy of gods she left their bed and told him to sort it out with one his concubines.
But he didn't dare to, his intuition told him that even going near his concubines would be a death sentence from his wife, not wanting to have a premature death he used miss palm and her five friends.
"Husband," she called out as she reached him, she pulled him into a deep kiss not caring about the onlookers more than a minute had passed before they pulled apart, "I've missed you Albus.", she spoke coquettishly as she locked her arm around his intimately.
Albus took a deep breath after that kiss, marvelling at how passionate she was even now, he really was lucky to have her as his wife and he was glad that she still had some of the village girl inside her, women raised in high society wouldn't even think of giving a small kiss in public let alone something so intimate.
They walked around the garden for almost an hour making small talk but mostly enjoying each-others company, before sitting down for their meal, however just before the meal was served a new presence was felt in the garden.
The presence held no cultivation but there was a dept to it that left them surprised they turned their heads in the direction of the presence, to find an infant sprawled across the garden floor, when they came into the child's sight, they noticed a tinge of fear on the child's face.
It was then that his fate reading completed, and his tiny little heart almost gave out, in what world is this optimum survival he wanted to scream this was insane. As for what could make the heart of a former god almost stop working it was this world, no to be correct, it was this universal civilization the two people that were on a date in this garden, were beings that had two centres of power in the immortal realm with only one remaining in the mortal realm and based of the readings they could become immortals at any time they liked. As for the maids and butlers, all of them were in the seventh-grade with one maid that even stood at the peak of the seventh in all aspects, but if that wasn't enough this entire world had almost a hundred thousand seventh-grade mortal cultivators. He glimpsed across the balcony of this high pyramid that stood almost a kilometre high and looked at all the buildings between, large roads of smooth steel ran in every direction as far as the eye could see, all the buildings were built in a pyramid shape and large spaces were left in between each monolithic pyramid. In the distance, large cranes could be seen shifting granite bricks the size of a small house and in the outer district, the streets were busy with people and large mechanical trains that glided with magnetic force across the steel streets. This was easily the most prosperous civilization Samsara had ever seen, the city that he was in certainly covered every inch of the planet was not what made him think that but rather the number of cultivators here, the lowest cultivation base in this place was fifth-grade. This all came from his fate reading and he also found something of interest worth investigating on this world, and that would be a tread of a world tree, it was something which was very strange and suspicious. But all that had to wait as he was in a very dangerous place one misstep and death would take him, he once more began to curse the fate strings that brought him here and this very precarious situation, as the greatest the cultivator that ever lived he only had one plan currently and believed that it might just work. Look cute and act cute, and hope that they are baby loving people. --- Three hours earlier. The Clovis Civilisation. One of the rooms lay barren with just a simple tarp on the floor, in the middle of the room sat Empress Taliyah, her expression sombre while looking at a panel on the room wall. It appeared to be a normal wall but on it were twelve frames each one with a picture, some boys and some girls, their hair was all golden, just like their father Taliyah always wished that one of her children would inherit her hair but sadly their fathers genes were too strong. Half of them did inherit her eyes a murky blue that could be mistaken for a light grey. Behind the panel was a series of sarcophagus all created by master craftsmen, one lay empty while only three were full, the others only had pieces within. Over the course of the past month, she sat by the side of each one and now she sat at the centre wishing her lost children good fortune wherever their souls might be after experiencing rebirth. Outside the doors two maidservants stood quietly, they sighed from time to time at the actions of their mistress, every ten years she would this on the 18 month of the galactic calendar she would enter the room and exit on the first day of the nineteenth month. The final month of the galactic year. The Empress had been born as an ordinary mortal in a simple village on one of the worlds owned by the Clovis Civilization and yet she had such unfathomable potential that she climbed to the top of the world in a short sevent hundred years, anyone who reaches such a stage before becoming a thousand years is immediately accepted by the immortal civilization that supported this empire. The Empress had ended up meeting the Emperor on an expedition in which he was hiding his identity and it was a meeting that she would never forget, a meeting in which she had embarrassed herself beyond belief, but a few centuries later she found herself married to him. In the room were their fallen children, not one had survived, the maids sighed pitifully, it was a taboo for cultivators to grow attached to their kin in high society, and they could see the reason before their very eyes now, even the children of the emperor could not guaranty their survival in this world, and loving ones children was only inviting misfortune to one's self. She made one last prayer and a wish in the last minute of her time and left the room. As the two maids waited, the head maid arrived before and as if on cue the door to the room opened and the Empress exited, the head maid bowed slightly, "His majesty invites his Empress to dine with him for breakfast." The melancholic expression of the Empress faded when she received the invitation, her husband always did this on the day she left the room, he would set an entire day aside just for her and she couldn't help but break into a smile as she thought of him. "Your majesty I've drawn a bath for you and prepared a dress that his majesty has made for you.", the Empress giggled inwardly as she saw her maid's expression of envy. It was hard to come by good men and even harder to come by good nobles let alone an emperor, he even made her a set of clothes by his own hand. "Let's hope that the dress is not like the last time.", she spoke with a mischievous smile and even the maids couldn't help but giggle out loud. The dress previously had a flaw, the tread started to fall apart as soon as she put it on so the maids had rushed to repair it, when the Empress tried to tease the Emperor about his terrible dressmaking skills he laughed but when she mentioned how the maids fixed it, he shot them a look of frustration. It was only then that they realised the bad seam work was intentional and the emperor was planning something purvey with his wife, but they ruined his hard work. Under a gazebo in the Estol gardens, Emperor Albus stood in his golden robes, and his right hand was placed on his sceptre, the shaft which had carvings of a mighty snake coiled around it, it reached his waist and the top held an orb that emitted a purple light. It wasn't long before he saw his wife, even now after five thousand years he still felt nervous watching her come closer to him, it was pitiful that an emperor would feel that way, but she was just that beautiful. Her perfect bronze skin looked as if she had spent weeks in a forge to create it, but he knew it was just her natural colour, and those light blue eyes that reminded him of their time in the storm isles of Caplid when they met, he looked at her hair and suddenly felt slightly sad, she used to have the most lustrous black hair in all the world but in her grief half, her head became a snowy white. It didn't take away from her beauty in fact it only personified her beauty, the stark contrast between the black and white was incredible to behold and her maids did a great job of styling her hair, a thin plait with one side white and one side black, and the remainder of her hair was pulled forward and formed a tiara that looked to be made of black and white vines. Most importantly was her fiery red dress he made, he didn't do anything like last time he still remembered his punishment from last time, she had given him a show that would make even gods salivate and froth, and he felt like the tallest mountain in all the worlds could not compare to him for those moments, and when he thought he was about to become the envy of gods she left their bed and told him to sort it out with one his concubines. But he didn't dare to, his intuition told him that even going near his concubines would be a death sentence from his wife, not wanting to have a premature death he used miss palm and her five friends. "Husband," she called out as she reached him, she pulled him into a deep kiss not caring about the onlookers more than a minute had passed before they pulled apart, "I've missed you Albus.", she spoke coquettishly as she locked her arm around his intimately. Albus took a deep breath after that kiss, marvelling at how passionate she was even now, he really was lucky to have her as his wife and he was glad that she still had some of the village girl inside her, women raised in high society wouldn't even think of giving a small kiss in public let alone something so intimate. They walked around the garden for almost an hour making small talk but mostly enjoying each-others company, before sitting down for their meal, however just before the meal was served a new presence was felt in the garden. The presence held no cultivation but there was a dept to it that left them surprised they turned their heads in the direction of the presence, to find an infant sprawled across the garden floor, when they came into the child's sight, they noticed a tinge of fear on the child's face.
