101 Ways To Tame The Emperor

Chapter 5: The Lady In White

(Malik)

I WOKE up at the sound of a woman screaming. ‘Looks like I will have to switch taverns soon. This place was no longer good for taking a nap. I glanced at my wristwatch. It was past two in the afternoon which meant that I only slept for less than fifteen minutes. I stretched my arms before I took a look around. Whoever disturbed my sleep will pay a hefty price for it.

Lancelot, you son of a b***h. So, it’s you again?  I muttered under my breath when my eyes caught the culprit. He was the second son of Count Theo Bradford. The man was famous for being a drunkard and for harassing women. I sent him to prison for two years and had his father pay an enormous amount for it as compensation for all his victims. I heard that he just got out yesterday and now, he was back to fooling around again.

Old habits die hard, huh. I will have to extract more money from the Bradfords this time to make sure that they will no longer be able to rise again after this. They had been warned to tread carefully but these assholes just don’t listen. This was also a good way to make the Imperial Castle busy again. The employees there were getting a little too comfortable these days.

I looked at the counter and was pissed off to see the male owner cowering in fear. I get that the Capital was the Bradfords’ territory since they reside in here but to leave the employees hanging out of his fear was a little too much. Worse, no one, even from the customers, dared to call the authorities to report this mess. That was how much they were afraid of the Bradfords’ power.

I tapped the table with my fingers while waiting for the owner to step up. But since patience was never my virtue, I stopped giving him a chance after ten seconds. I lifted my knuckle as a signal for my men to take an action. They were all dressed as commoners. They must have waited for the owner to act, too. But they waited in vain. I will have someone else deal with the owner later.

But before my soldiers could stand on their seats, a woman on a black coat showed up and threw a dagger towards the drunkard’s hand.

It was a sight to behold. Her movement was flawless. The center of Lancelot’s palm was hit.

My eyes flickered with interest as the tavern went dead silent. After so many years, this was my first time seeing something worthwhile. For a moment, Lancelot looked like a scared little boy. His arrogance was gone as sweat began building up on his now pale face. He seemed like he was about to tear up out of pain but his pride would not simply let the crowd see it so he turned to face the woman who removed her cloak and hurled it towards the waitress.

The customers were flabbergasted upon seeing her face. And I could completely understand why. She had the face and the body befitting an Empress. She had straight glossy black hair, soulful eyes, elegant nose, and full sensuous lips.

I wonder how they would taste like…

Every single thing about the woman was enchanting. From the way she walked and to the sexy way her hips sway. She was wearing a simple long white fitted dress. It emphasized not just her ivory-white skin but also her lovely curves, especially her full breasts and her tiny waist. It was a dress so immaculate and feminine that nobody would have guessed that the woman wearing it was an expert at daggers.

I wonder what she does for a living. Where does she live? Where had she been all these time? I never wanted to get to know a woman the way I wanted to get to know her now.

I looked at her delicate hands. There was no ring. Great.

“I asked you a question, woman.” Lancelot said. His voice was stern but his stupid eyes are now filled with lust. “Did you just throw a dagger to me?”

“You are right. It was indeed me. My apologies, young master. My hand slipped.” The woman answered. Her voice was soft but her face looked far from being apologetic. She lifted the knife which she took from another star struck customer and pointed it to Lancelot’s direction. “I don’t know who you are. And after seeing what you did, I have zero interest in knowing. In my eyes, you are just a spineless man who can only torture the weak. And if you will not stop looking at me with those perverted eyes of yours, I am afraid that my hand might slip again, young master.”

The woman’s eyes were as black as the night. She looks calm but anyone can feel the rage in her eyes like she wanted to rip Lancelot’s head off. I have never seen a woman like her before. And I am sure all the people in this tavern would agree to that, especially the males who seemed to transformed and became her instant fan boys now. They were that smitten.

The woman was a puzzle. Her dress was too simple for a noble. Her face was devoid of any make-up and she was not wearing a single accessory or anything that would indicate her status either. Aside from that, she came without escorts. Her words and actions indicate that she was no commoner, though. Commoner or not, anyone who lives in Morven was supposed to know about the Bradfords. But since she does not seem to know Lancelot, does it mean that the woman was from a far-away province and was just currently visiting the City?

“What the f**k are you doing just sitting there like fools? Get that lady! I will give a hundred cold coins to anyone who will catch her for me!” Lancelot shouted at his friends who were with him on the table as if to redeem his pride.

No matter how stunning the woman was, the allure of money seemed to be a hundred times more captivating to the five men as they eagerly stood upon hearing the three keywords: the ‘hundred gold coins’.

“But do not hurt the lady too much. I still want to enjoy her and her body.” The drunkard turned to the woman and grinned as his eyes devoured her body. If only I was not waiting for the witty woman’s response, I would have punched the lights out of Lancelot myself after hearing all that garbage.

“I am giving you a chance, lady. Apologize to me and become my woman and I will forgive you. I am the second young master in the House of Bradford. I can give you everything you desire if you will be obedient to me.”

In the middle of trouble, the woman looked unfazed as if she had gone through similar situations in the past which irritated the hell out of Lancelot because his face was now red with fury. Hmm… this is getting more and more interesting.