The Happy Ending Love Story

The Empress Crown #12

"It turns out it's you Sofia."

Jordan's voice broke the silence.

"really funny. I've been looking everywhere for you, you've been in a place I never thought you would."

Jordan breathed a rough sigh. It sounds from his voice. He loosened his tight tie.

He had just returned from a distant and exhausting place. After a month of immersion in military exercises day and night. Jordan returned to the capital.

His desire to return to find Sofia was forced to be detained because the day of the founding of the Elderbar Empire was near. Jordan of course had to be involved in all sorts of preparations, which just thinking about it gave him a headache.

The day of establishment has finally arrived. The first party that was only attended by special invitations looked boring. The fake laughter of noble women and the masked face of dignified men. Jordan's sick.

He went away to get a drink. Her throat was almost dry as it responded to the women who were covering her. Jordan could not immediately refuse because it was impolite to refuse the greetings of others in the open.

Jordan downed a glass of water and his cheeks became hot. He hissed irritated. A party like this is not his taste. He was always followed by a lot of women at parties. That's why Jordan hates parties.

Jordan's hand was about to grab the second glass when the door of the party hall opened. Someone came in with their head down. The music stopped. A woman in a pale blue dress and her hair was bunned.

At the altar to the emperor's throne, the woman paid her respects to the Sun Elderbar. The emperor got up then went down and stood in the middle of the hall.

The woman followed behind the emperor. His face was finally revealed. Jordan's heart almost surged out upon seeing the woman's face.

Everyone gathered closer, not least Jorda. He knows the woman. The woman he's been looking for, Sofia Margaret.

Emperor gives speech. Sofia whom Jordan knew also introduced herself. Very brief. Hot blood immediately flooded Jordan's body. His ears are no problem. So she clearly heard that Sofia was the woman that the emperor, Alex, married.

Jordan knows this fact. There are no secrets between him and Alex. This woman is just a tool that Alex will use to make Janetta get into the palace. He's just a stepping stone.

The next scheme is, Janetta must immediately contain the prince, who will later become the heir. If this is successful, the woman's task is complete and she will be expelled from the palace. During this process, the woman is restricted in her movements. His identity was hidden as best he could.

Then, the worst possibility if Janetta does not immediately give birth to an heir or the child born is a woman, the woman who will be used as a tool to give birth to an heir. The child will be made a prince and will be recognized as the son of Janetta.

In essence, Alex wants to immediately appoint Janetta to be the first lady, the consort of Elderbar.

Jordan, who knew the plan and who the woman used to be, was angry. Anger soared high above his head.

He stared cynically at the scene of two lovebirds announcing their relationship. Behind them was Sofia who was biting her lips. Jordan's eyes sharpened as their gazes accidentally met and Sofia immediately turned away.

Jordan wanted to slash at whoever was in front of him at this moment. If there was a sword in his hand, one could lose his head.

Hall lights dimmed. The lack of light did not deter Jordan from locking her eyes on Sofia who was secretly sneaking out.

Jordan followed Sofia. She didn't think Sofia would be there. He thought maybe Sofia would leave the party or stay in the corner of the hall.

The balcony became quiet as everyone's attention was fixed on the two couples dancing in the middle of the happy ocean.

"Sophy."

Jordan's eyes narrowed as Sofia's shocked body betrayed her expectations. It was obvious that Sofia was afraid of him. His body trembled and continued to bite his lips. Jordan is crazy. He could lose his sanity if he saw blood coming out of Sofia's pale lips. When that happens maybe Jordan won't be able to control himself.

Before that happens Jordan takes a step forward and pulls Sofia's body into his arms. Calms that fragile body that threatens to hurt at any time. Jordan's heart was sliced as both of his hands held Sofia. She could feel pain for the humiliation Sofia had just received.

If it was anyone else, maybe Jordan wouldn't care. But it was Sofia, the woman who had managed to overturn her world.

"I'm sorry for my sudden actions Sofia. You must be surprised."

"I'm fine."

Sofia clenched her hands.

"I know how you feel."

Sofia looked at Jordan's words. Their eyes are locked.

"Is that why you rejected me?"

"Defuse?"

Sofia doesn't understand this part. He never refused Jordan.

"In the reply letter you clearly wrote that you would never see me again."

"Ah that, sorry."

"Is this why you rejected me?"

"Reason?"

"Yes. That you're Alex's wife. You know who I am, right?"

Jordan's forehead is wrinkled.

"Then?"

"I am indeed the woman whom His Majesty the Emperor married. But that's not my reason. I'm not rejecting you either." Sofia's voice was shaking. Recalling the actions of Jordan who was hugging him suddenly, made him break out in a cold sweat.

"That means you know who I am so you reject me."

"I'm sorry but I'm not against you. I just don't want you to be in trouble for being friends with me."

"Who cares about that?" Jordan's voice sharpens.

"You..." Sofia hesitated before continuing. "You are a person of high standing, Your Highness the Duke. I am just a lowly woman. Your honor will be tainted when people know you're friends with me."

"I don't even care."

Jordan's piercing gaze. Sofia lowered her head. Fear of an opponent in front of him. Right now he was like a little calf in front of a big lion.

"ah! Damnit damnit! Don't be like this Sofia, look at me!" Jordan's voice boomed.

"sorry. I'm sorry Your Majesty. I'm guilty." Sofia's body lost strength.

He was prostrating with his entire body trembling. Duke Hexalios' reputation as the butcher of the head of Elderbar revolves around Sofia's head. He did not expect to meet her.

Sofia fear. He held his life that fell in a hole of darkness.

Jordan's eyes rounded as he saw Sofia fall to the floor. He did not take into account this possibility. Sofia must be scared by this kind of voice.

Jordan's frustration. He's messing up his hair rough.

She crouched down and slipped her hands under the dress. She easily lifts Sofia's body as light as a feather.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sofia gasps.

Suddenly his body lifted and Jordan's face was very close to him.

"Who told you to bow down and humble yourself like that?"

Sofia blinked her lashes a few times.

"I am guilty."

"It's not you Sofia, it's me. I'm upset right now. You must be scared of me, right?"

Sofia nodded slowly.

"Are you afraid I'll kill you?"

"No. No, Your Majesty, there's no way I'll dare."

"Jordan. Call me Jordan as usual."

Sofia did not answer. He was busy observing the face of Jordan who was too close to him.

"We need to talk to Sofia. Of course not here. Roll your hands around my neck."

"Yes?"

"Now."

Jordan went up on the balcony railing. The night wind hit them both. Sofia's snag that had been neatly embraced was now fluttering.

"What are you going to do?" Sofia asked nervously.

He practically wrapped both of his hands around Jorfan's neck. Afraid of falling. Sofia could see the darkness under the balcony.

"Down me now Your Majesty." Sofia rebelled.

"Get a tight grip or you could've hurt Sofia."

"Don't be like this. Please put me down. Kyah! Jordan!" The sound of Sofia's cry shrieked in the air. His eyes closed as the sensation of falling from a height was felt.

Jordan jumped from the balcony about five meters from the ground without any obstruction. His feet were steady on the ground like they never dove from above.

"We need to talk to Sofia. In a quiet place and just the two."

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