CHAPTER 88

Since Lilith is not in the palace, Artilia is pretending to be Lilith for now. Trigger: Assault (not descriptive) Seated in the courtyard of tranquility, the woman looked up to the stars and wondered what it felt to go away from the complicated life of the imperial palace and throne, away from her father Prime Minister Artim, and way beyond all chaos and pain. At that moment an anguished prayer left her mouth as if mourning but the one who listened it was not the goddess but the evil that prevailed. "Semeara....my lovely niece!" Artilia felt her heart jumping erratically when she heard the most dreaded voice of that wretched Prince Ragel and stood up from her seating position in hurry." "This princess greets imperial uncle." Ragel nodded before taking a seat infront of his niece and smiling. "The weather is frosty, princess must care for her voice..it feels like you have been sick for a long time." Artilia simply nodded wishing for this man to go and Consort Jeansen to arrive. Ev