The Happy Ending Love Story

The Empress Crown #31

"No need to be nervous."

Jordan grabbed Sofia's agitated-looking hand. Trying to calm down any unnecessary anxiety.

"Is it very visible?" Sofia asked in a loud voice. Trying as quietly as possible but not able to.

There are many things he thinks. He himself was afraid of going to the palace. Afraid of the place that kept him locked up in his dreams. Fear of a future that may change again. Fear of something uncertain. At the core Sofia was scared.

The warm touch of Jordan's hand slightly treated his worry. He believed in Jordan. He could hang his life on her.

"I'm fine." Sofia nodded with a smile.

"The people that are under you are so many, they can't possibly dare to hurt you Sofia. If anyone dares to tell me."

"Pfft, hahaha.." Sofia could not help but laugh. Seeing Jordan's forehead creasing Sofia's laughter further exploded.

"Do I look unreliable?"

'Yes, if possible I want to keep you within my reach. Even in this moment you are very beautiful. I'm not sharing your beauty with other men.' Jordan's heart fluttered.

"Open so. You have to make a big mess like I said yesterday. Make it big enough to make you count on me." Jordan replied with a smile.

"Don't tease me!" Sofia snorted in annoyance.

"I'm not teasing you." Jordan's smile is getting naughty.

A small laugh filled the swaying horse carriage until the coachman interrupted their happiness.

"It's up to Your Majesty."

The train slowed down and then stopped.

At once Sofia's body stiffened.

"Jordan.." Sofia's voice was shaking.

"Remember me next to you Sofia. Don't worry."

Sofia nodded small.

The train door opened and Jordan left first. Stretched out her hand to help Sofia down.

The inner hall of the palace was in the main palace, the residence of the emperor. It has two large halls that are often used for meeting places as well as large-scale balls.

This morning's feast were those specially invited by the emperor. Only the chosen ones. High-level nobles and confidants of the emperor. Invitations are for two people only. They can bring their wife or children. This feast showed anyone who earned the emperor's trust. The scale is indeed small but full of interests.

This party can be a place to show family legitimacy.

Rumors about the Duchess Hexalios who used to be the emperor's woman spread like a whirlwind. Invitational guests anticipate what their meeting will look like.

Duke Hexalios must have everyone knew he was the king's closest brother and the number two heir after the emperor. They wondered what the Duchess's face looked like until two men with high positions.

As soon as the horse carriage with the majestic Hexalios symbol entered the palace gate, everyone held their breaths. They flocked and approached around the entrance.

The blue carriage door with many golden ornaments opened. A tall man with an admirable physique descended. Duke Hexalios. His hands are stretched in. A small hand with luxurious white lace was seen taking the Duke's hand. Little by little the figure of the woman in the dark blue dress was seen. Aided by the Duke, the woman went down.

They whispered to each other before smiling at each other. Led by the Duke, the woman grabbed the Duke's hand and followed in.

Duchess Hexalios who became the lips of the upper class community finally appeared.

Holding tightly the Duke's hand with his head bowed. When her head was raised, a beautiful figure was seen. They walked in the middle of the red carpet and stopped right in front of the hall door.

"His Royal Highness the Duke and Duchess Hexalios entered the room!"

The air inside the hall suddenly vanished. The cold soon crept. Sofia's entire body stiffened. He closed his hands. It felt like hiding from the dozens of pairs of eyes that were staring at him. Steps waver.

Jordan who felt Sofia's tension pulled her trembling body close to him. Rubbing a small hand on his arm then smiling faintly. The look they meet. His mouth opened a little as if whispering.

'Don't worry!'

Sofia nodded with the signal Jordan sent. The calmness soon spread. The warmth of Jordan's hand calmed him down. What would he be without Jordan beside him, protecting him. Sofia bit her lower lip to hide her anxiety.

It seems like more and more days he's depending on Jordan. How was his life when he left him? Amidst the frenzied gazes of many people, Sofia wanted to cry.

He tried to straighten his back. Arrange emotions then hide them in self-pride and smiles.

Jordan took him to the very end. There is a stage with two seats. Like the throne of the emperor and his queen.

Because it was too nervous Sofia did not see a line of people who stood neatly parallel on the right and left. In the middle was a red carpet that stretched from the throne to the door.

Although they stood neatly their gazes were undeniable towards him and Jordan who stood at the very end and apart. Sofia jerks.

He immediately lowered his head due to the extremely burdensome gaze.

Jordan untied their hands. Sofia was surprised then looked up.

"Is something wrong? Your face is pale." A hand touching Sofia's cheek.

Sofia shook her head.

"Should we go back?"

Sofia's eyes are round. Even the show hasn't started yet. Of course it was a tempting offer but anyway they were on the official show. Not very polite.

"I'm just nervous. I'm fine." Sofia showed her best smile.

Jordan nodded then lowered his head. The view of Sofia.

"Hmm, don't worry. There's me." Jordan again stroked Sofia's cheek with her hand.

Sofia nodded with full anticipation. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He needs to learn to master emotions in public instead of social etiquette.

Jordan's hand grabbed his hand then knitted his fingers together. Sofia looked up then smiled as her gaze met with Jordan.

As they braced themselves together with smiles and warm gazes, there was a loud interruption from outside.

All voices became calm. The atmosphere was silent as soon as the door opened. Sofia straightened her back and her gaze. Jordan's hand squeezed their bond. Channeling warmth and faint speech.

"All will be well."

"Yes everything will be fine."

Everyone looked towards the entrance. Once the door was opened, two extremely majestic people in golden robes and their crowns looked extremely arrogant.

They wore the official attire of the Elderbar Empire with its symbol of grandeur. They walk with confidence. Everyone's heads lowered, not least Jordan and Sofia.

Welcoming the Emperor and Empress Elderbar, the ruler of the prosperous land of the God Elderbar. A red crown for the emperor and a white crown for the empress as proof.

Sofia's body stiffened as her gaze that fell to the floor saw the red dress being dragged away. Their long robes tailed far away and swept across the floor. Chests rumbling.

In the past, in her previous life, instead of seeing Janetta's coronation as empress, she was locked up in the back palace like a prisoner. The future did change a lot, Sofia wet her lips. Nervousness keeps creeping on him.

As soon as the two great people of the Elderbar Empire sat on the throne, everyone's heads were raised.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor and Empress Elderbar!" The loud cry echoed. Sofia moved her lips to match the wave.

The event was dominated by the Emperor's speech and the delivery of support from the lords for the great couple. No exception to him and Jordan. Sofia stood to the left of Jordan with her head lowered. Close his mouth in accordance with Jordan's instructions.

"Greetings, I'll do it. Sofia's quite right next to me."

Without letting go of her hand, Jordan led Sofia closer to the seat of the emperor and empress and then gave her a greeting and tribute. Less is more like this.

"Greetings to His Majesty, I am Jordan Hexalios and my wife Sofia Hexalios congratulate the coronation of the empress Janetta de Elderbar. May the generosity of Lord Erlderbar continue to accompany the Emperor and Empress Elderbar."

After bowing respectfully they retreated and chose a quiet place in the corner of the room not far from the center of the event.

Naturally the nobles disbanded from the ranks then alternately gave their welcome forward.

Sofia's shoulder slumped. The crisis he had just experienced had surprisingly disappeared. The body that had been on the legs had now relaxed. Without looking at Alex and Janetta when giving a speech, Sofia was relieved. The method he had just discovered in the last seconds turned out to be effective. I don't know what it would be like if he came face to face with them, even if it was just a stare.

Now in a place not far from the throne, Sofia was watching them. That crown, from the beginning Sofia didn't want it. There is no envy or jealousy. No. gabe.

The white crown with shining pearls on top of Janetta's head from the start did not belong to her. It was not the position of the empress that made her sad, but the future that surrounded them. Felix, that's the only thing that hurt Sofia's heart. It might be better not to get as close to Alex or Janetta as possible. He was afraid he could not control himself.

"Fia.."

Sofia was deep in her own thoughts.

"Sophia.."

"Well.."

Sofia turned her eyes to Jordan.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine."

"Your face is a little pale."

"I'm just nervous."

Trying to hide it again with a faint smile.

"What do you think about not hearing me?"

"Sorry.." Sofia admitted her mistake. There was an amazing man beside her then why did she even think of anything else. Sofia cursed herself inwardly.

"Sofia look at me."

The large hand that covered his cheeks felt warm. Sofia raised her head. Jordan pulled his face to look at it. Both big hands on Sofia's cheeks.

"Are you thinking about Felix?"

Sofia's eyes were shaking. Jordan seemed to be able to read his mind. Embarrassed at being caught off guard, Sofia's gaze lowered. Trying to escape.

"Look at me Sofia, don't be like this." The low voice begged.

Sofia raised her head again and then nodded.

"Don't worry, that dream will never come true."

"All thanks to Jordan. I'm lucky to meet Jordan."

Jordan's hand stroked Sofia's head slowly.

"There's nothing Sofia should worry about anymore."

Sofia nodded with a smile. The most beautiful smile for Jordan. The atmosphere between them became warm. The Duke and Duchess Hexalios are so preoccupied with their world that, without them knowing it, all eyes steal a glance at the small intimacy in the corner of the room.

They were curious about the whispers between them. Duke Jordan Hexalios who is known to be stiff and tampa expression somehow today shows a lot of color on his face.

He smiled, whispered, and laughed. Besides, there was a woman who seemed to be the source of the change.

Jordan Hedalios, the only Duke-ranked noble and aware of being close to the Emperor had always been a difficult person to touch. But today he showed his self-deprecation through a woman introduced as his wife, Duchess Sofia Hexalios.

The eyes of the nobles sparkled. The once difficult and determined man seems to be softened through the entity next to him. The little lady who evokes the Duke's protective side. From the beginning of the acata to the present, his hand was not separated from the Duchess. It is as if they have their own world.

The heads of families who had wives and daughters rearranged their plans. It became a challenge to be able to attract a little attention Duke Hexalios, whether it was a trust or business. Instead of approaching an easy-to-guess emperor, Jordan Hexalios has always been a hard-to-get prey.

Seeing the wealth and nobility of the Hexalios Family, being close to him was more promising.

Immediately, the tide of upper class association changed. The current was directed straight towards Sofia Hexalios.

The saliva of greed hatched from everyone.

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