Hurts! Shopia Empress

eps. 7: I am Your Husband

Concubine Lucia grabbed that clenched hand. But starting to slack, Emperor Raymond tried to act ordinary. But his heart grimaced remembering his Empress. Wanting to, he chased after his Empress and asked her.

"Thank you, Sire."

Emperor Raymond smiled, he stroked his wife with a million gentleness. His mind was filled with the woman in front of him, but his heart was filled with the Empress. What made the Empress so reluctant to him?

"Thank you very much for the kindness of His Majesty and the Empress." Again the lips spoke with trembling lips. He was very grateful to the two rulers.

"Concubine Lucia, accompany your father. Take your time." Said Emperor Raymond. While he was going to meet his Empress.

"Good, Sire. Excuse me."

The two people who had blood relations also came out hand in hand. Emperor Raymond followed the second step after arriving at the doorstep. For a moment he looked towards the two. But then again continue his journey.

His steps were in a hurry, on his face was stored worry. He would urge his Empress to be honest with him. His hand pushed the white-painted door. He entered the room and saw Elma's servant, who was helping to lift the blanket up to his wife's chest. The woman was lying weakly, she saw the woman smiling and now she had to see herself lying down.

"Did the Queen eat something?"

That firm tone made the fur of Elma's servants instantly awaken. "No Sire, the Empress only had breakfast bread."

Emperor Raymond sat on the edge of Empress Shopia's bed. His heart ached to see the woman lying weak. "Servant Elma, if the Empress is not feeling well. You have to tell me or you have to call the palace doctor." His voice is very soft. Like someone who can no longer speak.

"The Empress always said, Sire. If anything happens to her, I don't know anything. The Empress did not allow me to tell her. The Empress doesn't want to interrupt his time."

"What kind of silly word is that? I'm her husband, why should I say such a thing? Even if I'm with Consort Lucia, you as her servant must be obliged to say."

What if I told the Empress a lot of thought after listening to the conversation Her Majesty snarled the servant Elma. But he could not keep his voice open.

Emperor Raymond stroked the head of Empress Shopia. Her tears glazed. "Empress."

Empress Shopia could no longer bear her charade. Finally he opened his eyes. It inched to a seat, Elma's servant who stood swiftly leaning his pillow as the backstool of his master. But Emperor Raymond gave the code, so that he did it.

Empress Shopia leaned her back against the pillow that Emperor Raymond had prepared. "Why did you come here?" His face was so cold untouched, as if Emperor Raymond was taken for granted. It was the man in front of him who made himself pretend to be sick. Avoiding that happiness.

"I'm worried about you, Empress." Speak softly.

"You don't have to worry about me."

His words were like lightning striking the body of Emperor Raymond. The man stiffened. "Sir, what do you mean? I'm your husband."

"Don't give me any uncertain hope, Sire." His eyes looked the other way. He wanted to get angry and scream.

The incomprehensible Emperor Raymond stood up. He didn't know what his wife meant? False expectations and all his attitude changes. "The Queen, don't be like this, what's the matter? What's problem?"

"Baginda wanted to know," Empress Shopia said coldly. He was silent for a moment to collect his life. "I want Your Majesty to stay away from me, consider me a stranger."

Emperor Raymond gaped, his heart as if it had stopped beating. He did not know why his Empress had changed so much to him. Emperor Raymond hurried away, not wanting to be hurt to listen any further to the words of his Empress.