reading all of sylus' fics about him spoiling reader rotten, and while i like it very much, i just thought about an opposite scenario where reader doesn't feel at all guilty about spending money, it just that you don't need to.
Sylus wants you to buy a bunch of perfumes from your favourite brand, and you refuse saying "i will just forget about them"
Sylus wants to buy some expensive jewellery for you, and you shut him down with your very specific taste that happens to not apply widely.
Sylus wants to buy clothes for you, and you just raise your eyebrows at him "Is this made of gold or something ? The price is ridiculous!"
Sylus wants to buy merch from a show or an artist that he noticed you liked, and you mumble something about not liking it that much to want to see their faces in your room and creeping you out a night.
Until one day he finally receives that long awaited notification that his card was used, and he smirks, thinking that you had finally given into buying something expensive, only to discover it wasn't even for you !
"Oh yeah, some prick was yelling about how i spilled coffee on his suit, even though he bumped into me, so i gave him money to shut him up"
He's staring at you, half amused at your usage of his wealth, and before he can come up with something to tease you, you add "the privilege of throwing money at your problems is truly something" and he can't stop laughing
ghhh.,,sylus ,,,, thinking about finding him taking a daytime nap and joining him without fanfare, just worming your way into his arms and burying your face in his chest. he'd hum, half asleep, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your hairline. your breaths would slow to match his, your mind calming and thoughts easing as you take in his subtle scent. you'd feel his broad chest rise and fall against your cheek as his heart beats slow and steady. the weight of his arms surrounding your form, the soft brush of his breath against your hair. all warm and tucked away in his secure embrace.
Sylus has always been quite open about how he’d never deny you any of your wishes and desires. His very being aching to indulge in your every want and spoiling you to ruins.
However, sometimes it serves to be rather difficult for you to even verbalise what you’d want. Sometimes due to shyness, sometimes due to genuine lack of awareness for your own desires.
And thus you find yourself in the predicament of deciding what you two should eat for dinner today.
Luckily, Sylus is equipped with the perfect ability to pry out his beloved’s desires. Even those that you haven’t even realised yourself yet.
“Sweetie. If you starve yourself any longer, I’m afraid of what wrath will be revealed once you reach your ‘hangry state’ as you call it.”
“I don’t know what I wannnnnttt, Syyy—“ a whine, helpless, drained and too exhausted to even entertain the idea of eating.
“Look at me.” His voice coaxed you, so gentle and tender, creating a subtle shift in importance. Calloused fingers tip your chin up, eye hypnotically crimson while captivating you with his intense gaze.
You couldn’t look away.
It consumed you with a familiar warmth as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek. Chaste kisses peppered on your face as he mustered you lovingly, fingers tucking back a loose strand of hair.
You were positively dazed, a buzz of affection fogging up your brain in a giddy veil. You wanted to lean in, give yourself away and be engulfed in his affections.
“Carbonara.”
“Huh?”
“We’re having carbonara for dinner. That is what you desired, kitten.”
"Boiled chicken???" the edge in your voice pierces through the air. High pitched and simply appalled by the words that had just exited your boyfriend's pretty mouth.
Valko shrugs, regarding your disbelief with a tad bit of defensiveness.
"What?" he suddenly feels guilty for no reason, curling over himself at the edge of the couch, a simple protection from your accusatory tone. "It's not as bad as you make it sound..."
"There's no way you're living like this bro," You seem genuinely distressed, and it throws the man for a spin, regarding your scrunched brows and shaking head with even more confusion.
And you genuinely are distressed.
What did he mean, he ate the same meal of white rice and boiled chicken everyday single day for the last month? Boiled!!
Why on earth would anyone subject themselves to such torture?
"You don't need to freak out over this, babe." The defense from Valko does nothing to ease your disapproval. "I need it for the protein," he adds rather weakly.
"But boiled!?? That's the worst way to cook anything!" You're up on your feet now, storming into the kitchen and forcefully yanking a pack of chicken from the fridge—undeniably bound to be the man's next victims. "Come on, now, I know your grandma didn't raise you like this. Aren't you rich too?? You could've hired a chef or something..."
You're rambling now. Half-formed thoughts, spoken more to yourself than to him.
Valko had seen you upset before.
Emotions rising, causing you to barge out of his place or shut down into yourself.
But he'd never seen you upset to the point of cooking.
And it is in this rage-fueled rant that you summon him to the kitchen, making a show of him standing behind you so that he could observe you making something that would not be a hate crime upon his taste buds.
"Look at your pantry. Look at all of these spices!" You scold, pulling out a rainbow of powders and herbs from his well-stocked pantry—all courtesy of the housekeeper, a new discovery for Valko himself. He usually stuck to the salt and pepper shaker on his dining table. "Use them!"
He hovers silently, obediently taking in your instructions as you expertly marinate the food in a fragrant asortment of spices and sear the chicken to perfection.
The aroma that fills the kitchen as the chicken cooks makes his stomach grumble, and a coy, self-satisfied smile paints your lips as you flip it over in the pan.
"See? You don't have to eat like a freaking prisoner." The plated result is perfectly crispy chicken with juicy flesh, simple rice and a quick salad you'd managed to whip up in less than 20 minutes.
He humbly accepts the food, before practically inhaling it under your watchful gaze. In less time than you can say, Valko has cleared the plate of all his contents.
You had proven your point. There was no point in Valko holding onto pride at this point.
"That was delicious...." The admission makes your heart swell, and his hand finds yours, covering it in his warmth. "Thank you for making this. Even though you fussed all the way."
"Of course I'd fuss," you huff, but now devoid of any of your earlier indignation. "And just to make it clear, I'm still telling on you to your family members." You slip your hand out of his to reach for your phone.
"Ugh, come on!" In just a second he's after you, plate forgotten as he focuses on chasing you around the kitchen. "You know grandma is not gonna let me hear the end of it!" Your giggles erupt in a bubbly mix, wrapping his heart in the effervescence of your joy.
Despite the appearances, there was something so comforting about being fussed over.
The feeling of being cared for.
Of being known even deeper than one thought.
And Valko wouldn't trade that for anything, and now, especially not a sad plate of boiled chicken over white rice.
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Still missing Valko, but holding onto hope over here😔
The concept of making out with Caleb after basketball practice or after your own competitions as academic rivals who just need to destress (mostly does whatever you say and whenever u need to destress)
and caleb makes a bet if he wins the championship u have to go out with him
but he misses by one point so u mock him but he uses his puppy eyes and begs for mercy for just a kiss melting into a puddle begging for just your touch
⚜ cw: MDNI! DARK, fem!reader, non-mc reader, warring states period au, historical au, warlord!sylus, second wife!reader arranged/forced marriage, marriage of convenience/political marriage, political intrigue, angst, DDDNE, it gets worse before it gets better, tw pregnancy, tw miscarriage, tw poisoning, tw manipulation, tw death, confinement, tw implied sa (not between sylus and reader), tw gaslighting, tw murder, hurt no comfort (for now), possibly OOC sylus, unbeta'd, unedited.
⚜ a/n: please mind the warnings, this continuation is going to be DARK. i kind of overdid it and went full game of thrones/historical drama. if i missed a tw or cw, please let me know so i can add them 🥹
part one ⮘ part two ⮚ part three (coming soon) ⮚ arranged marriage aus
six months into your marriage, mei's sister arrives at court.
lingyue carries a portrait of mei everywhere, her eyes perpetually red-rimmed with grief.
she's delicate, soft-spoken, devoted to her sister's memory.
she introduces herself as mei’s former lady in waiting and attendant to luke and kieran, apologizing tearfully for still finding it difficult to speak of her loss.
she tells you mei was everything.
how mei was beautiful, wise, and kind. the boys adored her. lord sylus loved her so much. they were so happy. she looks at you with pity, telling you how difficult it must be, from being a hostage to becoming sylus' second wife, and following such a woman like her sister.
the words land like small knives, each one precisely placed.
you assure her you are not trying to replace mei. she smiles sadly, agreeing that of course you couldn't, how could anyone, she just worries about the boys needing stability and familiar faces.
you have no reason to refuse when she asks to continue caring for them.
over the following weeks, lingyue is everywhere. at dinners, at the boys' lessons, in the gardens. always with that mournful expression, always mentioning mei.
mei loved chrysanthemums.
mei always wore jade.
lord sylus smiled more before mei died.
it's like living with a ghost made flesh.
but worse are the moments when you catch her watching you with something cold behind her eyes, there and gone so quickly you think you have imagined it.
you also notice how she tries to position herself with luke and kieran.
telling them stories about their mother, yes, but always with herself at the center.
your mother and i used to do this. your mother would want me to teach you that. when your mother was gone, who took care of you? who stayed?
the boys are polite but distant with her. they don't pull away when she touches them, but they don't lean into her either.
one day you overhear her speaking to them in the garden. her voice is sweet, cajoling.
you know i love you as if you were my own sons, don't you? if anything ever happened, i would take care of you. i would be here. always.
there's something in her tone that makes your skin crawl.
luke's response is cool.
we know, aunt lingyue. but nothing will happen. father is strong and we have our new mother now.
you see something flash across lingyue's face.
rage.
luke and kieran, meanwhile, are slowly becoming yours.
it starts small.
they ask you to judge their archery competitions.
you are fair, you do notlet them cheat, and actually teach them proper form.
they are surprised, most adults either let them win or dismiss them entirely.
then they start seeking you out for other things.
to help with their studies.
someone to practice strategy games with who actually challenges them.
kieran brings you a book about military tactics and asks your opinion.
luke shows you a sketch he made and waits nervously for your response.
you tell them stories about your own brothers.
the eldest who used to sneak you sweets. the second who taught you calligraphy and how to wield a dagger in secret. the third who was always climbing things he shouldn't.
the twins listen with hungry attention, they have never had anyone speak to them like this. not as the emperor’s heirs, but as children who have lost important people in their lives too.
one afternoon, you find kieran crying in the garden.
the anniversary of mei's death is approaching. you sit with him. you do not tell him not to cry, you just stay present. when he finally speaks, he says you remind him of her.
not in looks or manner, but in the way you make him feel safe.
luke overhears.
says quietly that their mother used to listen like you do. used to take them seriously.
aunt lingyue is always sad, always talking about how much the have lost, but you talk about what they still have.
you realize with a start that you love these boys, fiercely.
they may not be your flesh and blood, but they are slowly becoming your sons.
lingyue notices.
you catch her watching when luke holds your hand in the garden.
when kieran falls asleep against your shoulder during evening readings.
her expression is unreadable, it continues to make your skin crawl.
on the other hand, you and sylus continue your careful dance.
he brings you to every council meeting now.
his generals have stopped looking surprised at your presence or when you speak.
you have proven yourself competent and insightful.
you understand both empires, your fallen kingdom and his rising one, and you build bridges between them.
one night, working late over maps and census reports, sylus’ hand brushes yours reaching for the same document. you both freeze and he apologizes, you tell him not to. but he catches your wrist gently. his thumb rests against your pulse point.
he says he should let you go but does not release your wrist.
you agree but don't pull away.
for a moment, you think he might kiss you. his gaze drops to your lips, and your breath catches, and the air between you pulls taut—
then lingyue appears in the doorway with tea.
her eyes widen. she apologizes for interrupting.
sylus releases your wrist like it burned him.
the moment shatters.
he tells you it's late, that you should rest.
you flee before he can see the tears burning your eyes.
three months later, you discover you're pregnant.
it happened during one of the nights that duty demands you to partake in your marital bed, both of you trying not to think too hard about what you were doing.
but now there's a child.
his child.
growing inside you.
you are happy.
maybe this will be a bridge.
maybe this will make him see you as more than a political necessity.
maybe he will finally see you as a real wife, not a hostage.
you confide in your maid, asking her to prepare special teas for pregnancy.
you want to wait a bit longer before telling sylus, you want to be sure.
but then, everything begins to unravel.
it starts small.
mei's jewelry appears in your chambers.
you do not know how it got there.
you have never touched her things, but when sylus sees you with the jade bracelet, his face falls.
you try to explain that you found it on your dressing table, that you didn't take it, but lingyue appears with worried concern, suggesting perhaps you were curious, it's natural to want nice things after all.
sylus walks away before you can defend yourself further.
then there are the whispers.
some servants mention seeing you in the west garden at odd hours. near mei's shrine.
someone claims you were heard speaking ill of the late empress.
it's all lies, but they pile up like stones, building a wall between you and any credibility.
lingyue begins visiting you more frequently during this time.
always with that concerned expression, always bringing tea.
special blends, she says. to help you stay calm during these difficult times, with all the stress of the growing tension with your former kingdom's loyalists.
you drink it, desperate for any comfort, any kindness in the isolation growing around you.
you don't notice how tired you become.
how your body feels increasingly weak.
then documents start appearing with your seal.
correspondence with remaining loyalists from your kingdom. letters suggesting rebellion, betrayal, plans to murder sylus and reclaim your throne.
you have never seen them before.
the handwriting looks like yours but it is not.
the seal must have been forged.
but when the evidence is brought before the council, even you have to admit it looks damning.
sylus' voice is ice when he demands an explanation, his eyes harder than they were on the day he conquered your kingdom.
you realize with dawning horror that he believes it.
he actually believes you would betray him.
you insist you didn't write the letters, that someone is framing you.
he demands to know who.
who would have access to your seal? who could forge your hand so perfectly?
you don't have an answer. you don't know.
luke and kieran try to speak for you, but they are children.
no one listens.
one of the generals actually laughs, suggesting the princes are too young to understand politics, too attached to their new stepmother to see clearly.
worse, envoys from your former kingdom arrive.
they have heard rumors that you have been living as sylus' whore.
that you spread your legs for the conqueror to save yourself, not them.
they are disgusted and ashamed.
you lose all your hope and your own people won't speak in your defense.
you are confined to your chambers. guards posted outside the doors.
you are cut off from everyone except lingyue, who visits with false concern, saying she tried to tell them you wouldn't do this, but the evidence seems so damning.
she brings you more tea.
to help with the stress, she says. to keep your strength up.
you drink it.
you are so alone, so desperate for any kindness, that you do not think hard about it.
you are alone.
trapped.
and pregnant with a child you can't tell anyone about because now it would look like a desperate ploy.
a month passes.
a month of isolation, of morning sickness you hide, of watching your world crumble through the bars of your gilded cage.
there's a banquet but you are not invited, traitors do not attend court functions. but you hear about it later from whispered servant gossip. how lingyue appeared in stunning robes, how she sat near sylus, how she kept his wine cup filled.
three weeks later, lingyue announces she's pregnant.
you hear it from the servants first, the whisper spreading like wildfire through the palace. then sylus himself comes to your chambers, won't meet your eyes, tells you that needs to explain something.
he tells you about the banquet, he doesn't remember much of it.
he tells you woke up the morning after and lingyue was there, on his bed, naked.
it was wrong, dishonorable, but it happened, and now there are consequences.
she's pregnant.
she's claiming it’s nearly three weeks along, which would make the timing match the banquet, though you know enough about pregnancy to realize she should barely be showing symptoms yet.
but no one questions it. why would they?
mei's beloved sister is carrying the emperor's child.
he's taking her as a concubine. he has to, the council demands it, her family demands it, the child deserves recognition.
he is sorry.
but his apologies don’t fix anything.
sorry doesn't change that he's giving her everything you desperately wanted, a child acknowledged and honored, while your own pregnancy, his legitimate child, conceived in your lawful marriage, withers as a secret and unspoken in your womb.
you can not tell him now.
it’s too late
he will think you are lying, that it's a ruse, so you stay silent and feel your heart turn to stone.
lingyue moves into honored quarters for concubines.
she's celebrated, fawned over, treated as the mother of sylus' child.
she continues to play the role of mei's devoted sister perfectly, sighing that mei would have wanted this, that she always said sylus deserved happiness.
that it's poetic, really, mei's sister giving sylus another child, another heir that mei would have wanted him to have.
and then she begins her political maneuvering in earnest.
she influences the council with careful words and quiet suggestions.
the empress' territories should be redistributed as punishment for her treason, shouldn't they?
her people cannot be trusted, they raised a woman who would betray her husband. perhaps a harsher hand is needed. perhaps steeper taxes. perhaps mandatory conscription to the army to prove their loyalty.
several council members agree.
general zhao, who never trusted your kingdom's surrender.
minister feng, who lost his heir during the conquest of your kingdom, felled by one of your brothers.
others who see opportunity in your downfall.
but there are also voices of caution.
minister shen points out that the evidence, while damning, deserves thorough investigation.
general wei notes that the you have proven yourself competent in ruling, would a woman plotting rebellion really work so diligently to improve the empire?
the council is divided.
some hedge their bets, waiting to see which way the wind blows.
but the loudest voices, zhao, feng, and their allies, begin calling for your formal divorce.
not just confinement, complete dissolution of the marriage.
you are a traitor, they argue. you have brought shame to the emperor.
he should cast you aside and marry properly.
someone worthy. someone like...
well, if lingyue is already carrying his child...
the pressure builds.
every council meeting, the same voices.
divorce her. exile her.
some even whisper, execute her.
sylus refuses.
you are still his empress, he says sternly, still his wife.
the evidence will be investigated fully before any permanent decisions are made.
but you can see the doubt in his eyes. the way he won't look at you during the few times he would visit your chambers and the way his jaw tightens when the council mentions divorce.
he's considering it.
your people face harsher treatment under the new policies.
you watch your world crumble from your gilded cage, helpless to stop it.
the stress takes its toll.
morning sickness you can't hide becomes weight loss you can't explain.
you are exhausted, hollow, dying from the inside out.
lingyue's teas continue.
she's so worried and so concerned.
she brings them herself now that you are confined.
special herbs to help you stay calm, to help you sleep, to ease your troubled mind.
you continue to drink them.
luke and kieran notice you are getting worse.
they have been trying to visit you, but lingyue keeps them away.
it's not appropriate, she says sweetly, for the princes to visit a woman accused of treason.
but they are stubborn and clever. they sneak past guards, find the servant entrance to your chambers.
they appear one night, twin faces full of worry.
they announce that you are sick, that they do not believe you betrayed their father, that those letters are lies.
kieran says he knows your handwriting.
you have been teaching him calligraphy for months.
those letters are not the same. the characters are similar but the brush pressure is different, the flow is wrong.
luke says he has overheard servants who had claimed to have seen you in the west garden at odd hours are the same servants who started receiving new jewelry around the same time.
someone paid them.
you break.
finally, after months of holding yourself together, you allow yourself to break.
you tell them you are sick.
that something feels wrong.
you tell them about the whispers, the planted evidence, the too-perfect timing of everything.
you tell them you suspect someone is framing you, though you have no proof.
you don't mention the pregnancy. you haven't told anyone, not even your maid.
It's still too early, too precious, too terrifying to speak aloud when everything else is crumbling around you. when you still don’t know who is framing you.
but you tell them you are frightened. that you feel trapped.
that you don't know who to trust anymore except them.
they listen with identical expressions of fury.
kieran says they will help.
they will find proof.
luke's voice is cold, colder than you've ever heard from a ten-year-old, when he says they do not believe you are a traitor. they know you.
they will prove your innocence.
they promise to find the truth. for you. for justice.
but the next morning, before they can begin investigating properly, you wake in a pool of blood.
the baby is gone.
you lose your child alone in the dark, with only a frightened maid to help you.
the girl is loyal, at least. she doesn't run for the guards or the physicians.
she brings you sheets, holds your hand, cries with you.
the physical pain is nothing compared to the emotional devastation.
you have truly lost everything.
your family, your kingdom, sylus's trust, and now your baby.
the one thing that was purely yours and his, the one hope you had of a bridge between you.
gone.
you didn't even get to tell anyone.
not even sylus.
the baby is just gone.
you make the maid swear never to tell anyone. not the guards. not the physicians. not even the emperor.
no one can know.
they will think you are lying, making it up for sympathy. or worse, they'll use it as added evidence that you are unfit to continue being the empress, that your womb is barren and weak.
the maid promises through her tears.
she'll burn the bloodied sheets, she'll say nothing.
your secret will die with the child who never got to live.
when lingyue visits the next day, her expression of concern is obscene.
she mentions hearing about your unfortunate health troubles.
how the servants noticed you were unwell last night.
how she hopes you're recovering.
she brings you the same tea.
says it will help with the pain, help you rest.
you stare at the cup.
something feels wrong.
you can not explain it nor can you put it into words.
but there's something about the way lingyue is looking at you.
something about how insistent she's been these past weeks that you drink the tea she brings.
how she always watches to make sure you finish it.
how she always takes the cup away with her when she leaves.
you remember the taste.
slightly bitter beneath the honey and herbs.
how you have felt increasingly weak, increasingly tired after you started drinking it.
after she started giving it to you.
you do not know anything for certain.
you have no proof.
but your instincts, the same instincts that helped you survive the fall of your kingdom, that helped you navigate sylus' court, are screaming at you.
don't drink it.
you tell her you are not thirsty. that your stomach can't handle anything right now.
lingyue's smile doesn't waver, but something flickers in her eyes.
she sets the cup down beside you. you should try, she says gently. it will help you heal.
when you still don't reach for it, she sighs softly.
as you wish. rest well.
she leaves, taking the cup with her.
you stare at the door long after she's gone, heart pounding.
you don't know what's in that tea. you don't know if your suspicions are real or if the stress and grief are making you paranoid.
but you're not drinking it again.
not ever.
two months pass.
two months of slow recovery. two months of continued isolation.
two months of hearing lingyue grow more confident, more secure in her position as the emperor's favored concubine carrying his heir.
two months of luke and kieran sneaking to your chambers, bringing you small comforts, whispering that they are still investigating, that they are doing their best to prove your innocence.
two months of lingyue bringing you tea you never drink, her eyes growing colder each time you refuse.
then lingyue also loses her baby.
you hear the wailing from your chambers.
servants rushing, physicians called. the whole palace in uproar.
she claims she lost the baby, and this time, she blames you.
she sobs to the court that you sent her poisoned sweets.
that despite being confined, you somehow managed to smuggle poison to her chambers. that you were so consumed with jealousy and hatred that you murdered her innocent child.
you are brought to the council chambers immediately, confused about the accusations that lingyue has thrown.
general zhao demands your immediate execution.
minister feng calls for torture to extract a confession.
the voices from the faction that opposes your continued existence as the empress despite your supposed treason, grow louder and more vicious.
but sylus, for the first time since this nightmare began, hesitates.
he looks at you.
truly looks at you. sees how thin you have become, how you have lost your color, how utterly broken. sees the guards posted at your door, the isolation, the complete lack of resources.
his voice cuts through the chaos.
how? he asks. how could she have done this?
the council falls silent.
how could a woman confined to her chambers, with no visitors except lingyue herself and a handful of loyal servants, with no allies, no resources, no freedom, how could she possibly smuggle poison to the concubine's quarters?
general zhao sputters.
she has loyalists, she must have—
sylus's gaze is ice.
he asks him to name one.
name a single person who has access to both the empress's chambers and the noble consort's quarters.
name one servant who could have carried poison without being searched by the guards he personally stationed.
silence.
minister feng tries. perhaps youhad poison hidden from before—
sylus cuts him off.
the empress has been confined for months. her chambers have been searched three times. every gift, every item, every scrap of fabric examined. where exactly would she hide poison? and how would she get it to lingyue without any contact?
the logic is inescapable.
minister shen speaks up from the cautious faction.
he suggests investigating lingyue’s claims as thoroughly as they have investigated the empress's alleged treason.
murmurs of agreement from some council members. not all, zhao and feng's faction still push for your punishment, but it is enough to make sylus pause.
you watch something shift in sylus's expression.
doubt.
not doubt in your guilt for the original treason charges, the forged letters still seem real.
but doubt that you could have done this.
doubt that lingyue's convenient miscarriage is what it appears to be.
it's not exoneration.
not yet.
but it's the first crack in lingyue's perfect facade.
lingyue sees it too.
you watch panic flash across her face before she buries it in tears, claiming the trauma has confused her, perhaps she was mistaken about the sweets, perhaps it was just the stress of being a concubine.
she's elevated to noble consort anyway, a compensation for her loss, protection from future harm.
but sylus's eyes linger on her with something new.
suspicion.
the trap is still set.
lingyue still has her rank, her position, the council's support, though not unanimous anymore. sylus is still bound to her politically.
you are still the disgraced empress who allegedly committed treason.
but the seeds of doubt have been planted.
and luke and kieran are still investigating.
while you recover from the miscarriage, body healing even as your spirit remains shattered, luke and kieran work in the shadows.
they are ten years old and brilliant and determined and furious.
they whisper one night that they have found something.
inconsistencies in lingyue's stories.
dates that do not match.
servants who remember her in places she claimed not to be.
she was in the kitchen months before their mother died. the head cook remembers because she was asking about herbs, specific herbs, wanting to know their properties. medicinal uses. toxic doses.
the cook thought it strange but lingyue said she wanted to understand what the physicians were giving mei.
your blood runs cold.
they think lingyue killed their mother. and now she's trying to take her place, and yours.
it's almost too horrible to believe.
but it makes terrible sense.
mei died suddenly of mysterious illness.
lingyue insisting to continue staying after, a worried sister caring for her sister’s family, her children, her husband.
she's been here ever since, weaving herself into the fabric of sylus's household, waiting for her chance.
you tell them you need proof. real proof. their father and the council would not believe suspicions.
they nod with grim determination, promising to find it.
the proof comes from an unexpected source.
one of the palace physicians, an old man who served under mei, comes forward.
he's been troubled for years by mei's death.
the symptoms didn't quite fit natural illness, but he had no proof.
sudden deaths are not uncommon but these things happen.
until lingyue made a mistake.
she came to him, claiming pregnancy symptoms. morning sickness, fatigue, tender breasts. but her descriptions were wrong. slightly off. a woman who had never been pregnant, trying to fake the experience based on things she had heard or read.
when lingyue is elevated as a concubine, the physician lurks in the shadows, he observes, time had passed but her belly was still flat, her face had not changed, no other physical symptom that would prove the pregnancy's existence.
when he suggested an examination to ensure the baby's health, she became flustered, said it was too early, she would call for him if there is anything to report.
she never did.
then the miscarriage happened and she confined herself to her chambers after the incident at court, she refused to see palace physicians and let them tend to her, to examine her.
this pushes him to investigate further, loyal to sylus’ house, the family who had sponsored his education, the family whom he served since his apprenticeship.
he starts with quiet inquiries. old records.
he found the herbalist who had sold lingyue some herbs, the man had fled the capital years ago but the physician tracked him down, paid him for the truth.
he found the midwife lingyue bribed to provide evidence of pregnancy, who claim she'd examined lingyue and confirmed that she was with child.
he found the servants who'd been paid to plant evidence in your chambers, to spread rumors, to lie about seeing you in places you'd never been.
and then, going through the records of your confinement, he found something else.
servants noting you'd been unwell one night.
bloodied sheets that were quickly burned.
a maid who'd been given extra coin, he'd assumed for silence about some minor embarrassment.
but when he questioned the maid privately, she'd broken down.
you had been pregnant, she says sobbing, you had lost the child, the emperor's heir, while being imprisoned in your chambers. you had made her swear never to tell anyone.
the physician's hands shake as he compiles his final report.
the empress had been carrying the emperor's child. and she had lost it, almost certainly due to the stress of false accusations combine but there must be something else as well, he needs to know more.
but he brings his initial findings to luke and kieran first, knowing the princes have the emperor's ear even if you no longer don't.
believing that a father might dismiss an old physician but would never dismiss his own sons.
the boys read the report about your miscarriage and go absolutely still.
their father had lost another child, their sibling, their little brother or sister.
they lost another member of their family, this time someone they never had the chance to meet.
you had lost a baby alone in the dark, believing yourself disgraced, unable to even speak its existence aloud.
they bring everything to sylus.
you watch it unfold from your chambers.
hear the shouting, the running footsteps.
watch lingyue dragged from her rooms by guards, screaming about how she loved sylus, how she deserved to be his wife, how you were never good enough.
sylus' voice carries through the palace, cold with a rage you have never ever heard before.
he is demanding answers.
he is demanding the truth.
lingyue is brought before the full court with every noble, every general, every servant who spread her lies.
your maid, the same one who burned the sheets who kept your secret, helps you out of your chambers to witness what's happening.
sylus makes her confess.
publicly and in excruciating detail.
the physician testifies first, his voice heavy with old guilt.
mei's death looked sudden.
one day she seemed well, the next she was burning with fever and convulsing.
dead within two days.
but it wasn't sudden at all.
he'd been reviewing his old notes, records he kept of mei's health over the years.
the fatigue mei complained about in her final months. the occasional fevers. the unexplained weakness. he'd attributed it to stress, sylus was planning major military campaigns, preparing to conquer new territories. the palace was tense, busy. of course the empress was tired.
he was wrong.
lingyue had been poisoning mei for at least six months before her death. small doses, carefully calculated. building up in her system. weakening her gradually.
the timing was deliberate.
sylus was planning his conquests.
preparing to expand his empire. he would need an empress by his side, a strong one, a healthy one, one who could manage the palace while he was at war, who could bear more children to secure the succession.
lingyue saw her opportunity.
mei was tired from raising twins, managing a kingdom about to go to war.
if she seemed weak, seemed unable to handle the pressure...
if she died at just the right moment...
sylus would need to remarry, quickly.
maybe someone close to the family.
he already has his heirs, he has freedom to choose his second wife.
maybe someone who already knew the children, knew the household.
someone like his late wife's devoted sister.
the physician's hands shake.
mei likely didn't even realize she was sick. just thought she was tired. overworked. getting older.
the final dose, administered the night before mei's sudden illness, was massive.
it triggered the acute symptoms everyone witnessed. the fever, the rapid decline.
it looked sudden because the final attack was sudden.
but mei had been dying slowly for months.
he should have seen it. should have tested for toxins and poisons.
but who would suspect anything?
the court is silent, horrified.
sylus’ face is carved from stone, but you see his hands clench.
he had thought mei died of natural illness.
swift, tragic, but natural.
in truth, she was murdered.
slowly.
by someone she trusted, by someone she loved.
by her own sister.
but the physician continues.
there's more, he says.
they found lingyue's private journals when they searched her chambers.
plans. strategies. written in her own hand.
if luke and kieran could not be molded to love her as a mother, if they remained loyal to mei's memory, if they rejected her, she would arrange accidents.
tragic accidents.
children fall from horses. children eat poisoned sweets meant for someone else.
children disappear during hunting trips.
then her own child, the one she planned to have with sylus, would become the sole heir.
the court erupts in horrified shouting.
luke and kieran sit frozen, faces pale.
they are ten years old and just learned their aunt planned to murder them.
sylus' hands are shaking with barely controlled rage.
not only did lingyue kill his wife, she also planned to kill his sons.
you feel sick.
you had saved them without knowing.
by becoming their stepmother, by winning their love,
you had made them too visible, too beloved.
lingyue could not touch them without suspicion falling on her.
so she had tried to destroy you instead.
the herbalist testifies next.
tells how lingyue came to him years ago, asking about poisons. slow-acting ones that mimic natural illness. he had sold her what she wanted, he needed the money, did not ask questions. did not suspect anything.
the midwife admits she was paid to lie about examining lingyue, to confirm a pregnancy that never existed.
the servants confess to planting mei's jewelry in your chambers, to spreading rumors, to claiming they saw you near the shrine at odd hours.
they beg for mercy, saying lingyue paid them, threatened them, they were afraid, they are only servants and easily disposable.
then the physician presents his final piece of evidence.
the report about your own miscarriage.
the court goes utterly silent as he reads it aloud.
the empress had been pregnant. approximately two months along when the accusations began. she lost the babe during her confinement. the maid who attended her was sworn to secrecy, the empress believed no one would believe her. she was afraid.
every eye in the court turns to you.
you feel exposed. violated. your most private grief now public knowledge.
sylus doesn't look at you.
he can't look at you.
his hands are white-knuckled on the armrests of his throne.
the physician's voice is heavy when he concludes.
based on his investigation, the miscarriage was caused by a combination of extreme stress of the accusations, of the confinement, and the poison lingyue had been secretly administering through the teas she brought you.
the same poison she used on empress mei, but in smaller, more measured doses.
the court explodes into chaos.
lingyue is forced to confess the rest.
everything.
she admits she forged the letters.
bribed the servants.
planted mei's jewelry.
spread rumors through your former kingdom.
she admits drugged sylus at the banquet, there was no child, could never be a child because sylus did not touch her, did not dishonor her, nothing happened between them that night and she faked it all.
and why did she cause your miscarriage instead of stealing your baby as she had originally planned?
the court goes silent, waiting.
lingyue's voice is bitter.
because sylus would not exile you despite everything she did.
because he would not cast you aside even when most of the council is pressuring him to.
because he refuses to dissolve your marriage.
you were still there, still visible, still technically empress.
she could not steal a baby from a woman who was confined but not gone.
there are too many potential witnesses, too many ears, too much risk.
so she made sure you lost it.
the teas she brought you, gentle poisons, enough to weaken you, to make your body unable to sustain a pregnancy under the stress she was orchestrating.
she made sure your baby died.
and then she staged her own loss, blame it on you to gain more power, a higher position, protection.
If she became noble consort, she would be untouchable, and sylus would be forced to share her bed as the laws dictate.
her plan was perfect, with that rank and the council's support, sylus could never set her aside. and with you branded as a traitor and unfit mother, then he could never risk another child with you.
the council would never allow it.
she had won or thought she had.
until luke and kieran brought proof of her crimes.
the court sits in stunned silence.
minister shen, emboldened by the confessions, demands to know.
why? why would mei's own sister do such monstrous things?
lingyue's mask finally shatters completely.
she screams that she saw sylus first.
she loved him first.
she was fifteen and sylus was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen, strong, dangerous, beautiful.
she attended a border negotiation with her father, and there he was.
she fell completely.
but when marriage discussions began two years later, sylus only had eyes for mei.
mei, the legitimate daughter.
mei with her grace and beauty and proper birth.
mei who could be a real empress, not the bastard half-sister born to a concubine.
lingyue was never even considered.
not for marriage. not for anything.
just the illegitimate daughter, useful for nothing.
and mei knew, she claims.
mei knew lingyue loved sylus, and she took him anyway.
flaunted her happiness. bore his children. became his empress.
mei took everything while lingyue watched from the shadows, the eternal bastard sister.
so when sylus was preparing his conquests, when mei was tired and stressed and vulnerable, lingyue saw her chance.
if mei couldn't handle being empress during wartime, if mei died when sylus needed someone strong...
the legitimate daughter had her turn.
it was time for the bastard to take what should have been hers from the beginning.
the court is stunned into silence.
this wasn't about devotion to a dead sister.
it was about jealousy, obsession, and a bastard's rage at being overlooked her entire life.
sylus looks like he's been struck.
he never knew.
never knew lingyue had been in love with him.
never knew she harbored such hatred for her own sister.
you understand something in that moment.
lingyue did not love sylus. she loved the idea of what he represented.
the legitimacy, power, being chosen over mei for once in her life.
she wanted to take mei's place not out of love, but out of spite.
and she had been willing to murder everyone in her path to do it.
then lingyue's eyes find yours across the throne room.
her voice turns vicious, hysterical.
and you.
you were just another obstacle. another woman who would get what lingyue was owed.
it’s so much worse that you are a princess, the sole surviving royal blood from your kingdom that sylus had conquered.
it's so much worse that you are of marriageable age.
so perfect, so noble, quickly winning over his sons, earning his respect in council.
she had to destroy you before you became what mei was.
beloved, secure, and untouchable.
she said that she should have just killed you outright. that she should have used stronger poison in that tea. that she should have slit your throat in your sleep instead of being patient, being careful.
and she should have killed mei’s precious sons too when she had the chance.
her eyes are wild, manic. she didn't expect this. didn't expect her downfall to come from children.
ten-year-old boys who were supposed to love her, accept her, see her as their new mother.
instead they moved behind the shadows, they investigated. they found proof. they destroyed everything.
for you.
if she'd killed sylus's sons when they were smaller, easier targets, there would be no heirs left to challenge her own children.
no one to question her story. no one clever enough to find the evidence. no one brave enough to do this for you.
her voice rises to a shriek.
you ungrateful little beasts! i raised you! i cared for you after your mother died! after i killed her! and this is how you repay me?
guards have to restrain her as she lunges toward the boys.
luke's face is pale but his voice is steady.
you killed our mother. you tried to kill our new mother. you planned to kill us. why would we ever love you?
kieran adds quietly.
you were never our aunt. you were just a murderer wearing her face.
lingyue screams.
a sound of pure rage and frustration and defeat.
she should have killed them, she continues to scream, should have killed all of you. should have burned the whole palace down rather than let sylus be happy with anyone but her.
the court continues to watch in horrified silence as she completely unravels.
this is a woman consumed by jealousy, entitlement, and obsessive rage.
a woman who murdered her own sister, framed an innocent empress, planned to murder children, poisoned an unborn baby, and would have destroyed anyone who stood between her and what she believed she was owed.
sylus' face is stone. but his hands shake where they rest on his sons' shoulders protectively.
you see the exact moment he understands the full truth of what almost happened.
his wife, his real wife, his empress, nearly executed for crimes she didn't commit.
his sons nearly murdered in their beds. his unborn child poisoned before it ever had a chance to live.
his empire nearly handed to a madwoman who saw people as nothing but obstacles or tools.
all because he believed lies.
because he trusted the wrong person.
because he failed to see what was right in front of him.
sylus does not execute her quickly and does not grant her the mercy of a swift death.
first, he has her paraded through the capital in chains.
every street, every market, every corner where she spread lies about you.
heralds announce her crimes. treason. murder. fraud. attempted murder of the empress. conspiracy to murder the imperial heirs. poisoning the unborn heir.
the people throw garbage. rotting vegetables. stones. worse things.
lingyue screams the whole way.
screams about how she deserved to be empress. how mei stole what was hers.
how you are nothing but a conquered whore.
how sylus' sons should have died with their mother.
by the time they drag her back to the palace, her voice is hoarse, her face bruised from thrown rocks, her fine robes filthy and torn.
then he strips her mother’s family of their titles. her aunts, uncles, and cousins who had helped in her schemes, who also wants her to be elevated, who also wants a fraction of power that she had wanted to gain.
he confiscates their lands.
exiles them to the furthest borders of the empire, where they will live in disgrace for the rest of their lives.
for lingyue herself, he orders a public execution.
but first, the full trial. three days of evidence, testimony, witnesses.
every detail laid bare.
on the third day, sentence is passed.
death by the same poison she used on mei and you.
not the slow accumulation mei suffered, lingyue doesn't deserve that much time.
but the final dose.
the killing dose.
the one that burns and destroys in hours instead of months.
she's given it in wine, before the full court.
death takes six hours.
fever first, climbing until she's delirious. then convulsions. difficulty breathing. her heart failing in stages.
the imperial physician monitors it all, documenting symptoms.
this is medicine too, understanding how the poison killed, so it can never be used again.
so physicians will recognize it if they ever see these symptoms again.
you attend the trial but leave before the execution begins.
you have seen enough of her.
luke and kieran stay, not to watch her die, but to witness justice for their mother.
they are old enough to understand. old enough to need this closure.
sylus stays with them.
when it's over, lingyue's body is buried without honors in an unmarked ground outside the city walls. not in the family tombs. not anywhere sacred.
just dirt and shame.
her name is struck from all records except the criminal annals, where her crimes are preserved as warning.
you feel nothing but a hollow sense of finality.
mei can finally rest.
and maybe, finally, so can you.
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⚜ a/n: first of all, thank you so much for all the support for part one. i am so nervous about this. i think i mentioned in one of my fics that i am a huge game of thrones fan and i also enjoy historical dramas (there's a lot of got references i have added and lingyue and mei are also partially inspired by shin and lihua from the apothecary diaries). i love the schemes, court politics, and drama a lot that i may have went all out and added too much for this. i hope it is not too dark.
if i missed a tag for the cw, please please let me know!
Please let me know what you think and yes, there's going to be part three.
thank you once again for all your support and i hope you enjoyed reading. T_T
