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Myrah pov

I groaned as I twisted and twirled on the bed, stretching my limbs as I eventually compelled myself to get up, being the Queen has its perks as well as its downfalls.

Jimin wasn't beside me, which wasn't startling at all, but it was already late so I hastily got dressed to join my mother-in-law for breakfast. If she doesn't like me, I should at least try, right? Infuriating her wouldn't make things awful for me.

I found her trying different kinds of fragrances that were brought to her by her attendants. She looked at herself in the mirror in front of her as she placed the little bottle of scent upon noting my presence.

The hall was large and was sumptuously endowed with golden statues and perches, with lush green plants in marble pots.

"Good morning, Queen Dowager. How do you feel now that you no longer have the authority of the Queendom? Must be alleviating, I assume, " I bowed lightly and asked happily, delighted as long as I got on her nerves.

Min Seong was taken back of course. "Ah Myrah, dear," she exclaimed in her thick voice. "My voice speaks the loud here dear, don't go very soft and silent, who knows if it overshades you," she replied back

"Sure, I would love to see that... one day," I said and lifted a timely smile as Jimin approached us. I looked down in shyness or at least pretended I did.

Jimin back hugged his stepmom as his face looked pleased for the first time, retreating his hands back, he turned her to face him as he asked,

"How are you, Mom?"

"Good, Jimin," she replied dryly. Awe, is momma's boy shunned? As much as Jimin respects his stepmom, her mom doesn't do the same! A new finding about this hideous royal household, she didn't even mind her attitude in front of me, a new self to the family!

"It must be, isn't it Mom? How about we dine together? Jimin must have already had his supper." I barged into their discussion and uttered timidly to gain points from Jimin.

Someone must appreciate me calling her my mom! Who would have the guts and be willing to call any woman their mum? She can't complain either when Jimin is with us. Haha, I laughed internally.

"Sure," she replied hesitantly as I followed behind before turning back to find Jimin already vanished.

Taking my steps unhurriedly, I made my way through the empty corridors, far behind Min Seong when someone pulled me into a corner as alerted, I pulled my hands back and looked at the person in front of me, it was Seo Ji-Hye.

I asked my maid to leave, who rushed to speak as I let my voice run nonchalantly. "How are you Ji-Hye?" I asked looking at the pale woman, with her nasty spirit that resided in her hooded eyes, her tone was bitter.

Sting! I was answered with a hard slap, my cheeks burned, and I held my breath allowing her to continue.

"Why would you do it? Why are you so frantic to get revenge? Do you even have the tiniest of humanity?" she spat, the sensation of suffering and grief being a victim of my vengeance... Everything about it appeased me as I let out a chuckle,

To make her pay wasn't the reason I married Jimin, lucky for me, the marriage served two purposes.

"Why are you laughing, wench?" she baffled, and raised her hands again, "What do you need?" she asked as she brought her hand to my face that I harshly gripped, my nails dug into her skin.

"Watch your hands and that little mouth of yours, after all, isn't it all left with you?" I asked with my gritted teeth, my eyes held the rage, no one could degrade me.

"I am the Queen, Ji-Hye, I implore you to leave the fort and never show your face again. I swear I go nuts if I get irritated and with your face, I just can never help it."

"You..." she shouted as she dropped to the floor, in distress, tears spilled as her dismay and pain, she knew she was cornered, yet she still believed her to be innocent, finding my revenge irrational.

"You knew I loved Jimin, and repudiated all the proposals and have been living only to marry him," she wailed as she clasped my hand, pleading.

"Then die," I said, disgusted with her and love, and turned to depart.

"You were my best friend Myrah! You will mourn for this!" she screamed. I halted in my tracks and stared back at her one last time,

"I don't care about you nor him! Just get lost," I said tiredly as I beckoned, intending for her to leave.

"I am Myrah Park. I am the Queen. And I don't have any regrets nor guilt."

Emotions were something that I decided not to take to my grave. Until then I will be cool-headed and cruel, moving my pawns as a sly fox. In the end... It will all become a part of my game.

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