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Concubine Number 20

(Excerpt from the novel) “I can’t believe you can hear me!” Alessandro said excitedly. “Finally.” He’d been wondering how long he was going to have one-sided conversations with the girl, but now it seemed that they could talk to each other at last. ‘Yes, I can hear you,’ I replied. ‘But who exactly are you?’ I asked for the third time, feeling my fear slowly getting replaced with mild irritation. It was one of my pet peeves. It always annoyed me when someone answered my question with another question. Alessandro hesitated, not wanting to reveal his identity right away. “How about you?” he replied, diverting the topic back at her. “What’s your name?” I scoffed at his statement, now flat out annoyed. The nerve of this guy to keep throwing the question back to me! ‘I’m 20,’ I replied with a sigh, giving in. ***** Alessandro had the strange ability to hear Na-ri’s voice when no one else could. He didn’t know that she was actually his lowest ranked concubine in the imperial palace – Concubine Number 20 – and that she had somehow been teleported from modern-day Seoul. She, in turn, had been delegated to the role of a servant and had no idea she had been talking to the emperor of Luxentfort Empire all along. Can their mutual curiosity about each other gradually blossom into a romance strong enough to defy their social ranks – and transcend worldly boundaries?

Mootsie_4082 · Fantasy
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80 Chs

Irrational Jealousy

I pulled back a little, and what I saw made me tear up. Caio was staring at me with eyes that were full of affection and concern. That was how he looked at me when I was 20. Did that mean… "Do you… believe me now?" I tentatively asked him.

Caio didn't answer, but instead pulled her closer in a tight hug. What Lucrezia was claiming seemed nothing less than absurd and impossible. At the back of his mind it appalled him that he was throwing caution and logic out of the proverbial window and instead choosing to trust the words of the woman who had been intending to kill 20.

But when he recalled what she had written on that sheet of paper, he couldn't help himself – he felt compelled to take her word for it. Those moments, those instances. They belonged to 20 and him, and no one else knew about them. But the fact that she did, meant that he had to take this risk – 20 was definitely worth it.