Survive As The Brute's Wife

The evening sun painted a beautiful view. The orangish-pink clouds scattered like petals on a silver flower bowl.

The garden was filled with flowers nodding along to the tune of the evening breeze, spreading their scent lifting the spirits of everyone near their presence and far away.

Sparrows and robins chirped and fluttered around to gather their last food for the day. Butterflies, bees, and hummingbirds were filling themselves with the sumptuous nectar of the exotic flowers of the realm.

The Eirene Garden of Lethusia – the grandest garden in the realm that had all sorts of flowers that the earth has the grace to offer. Everywhere one looks, they can see precious flowers blooming and birds singing in joy.

But this serene atmosphere was not enough to stay the restless heart of the one throwing down the fancy teapots and cups on the pillars, scattering them.

"Look at the rookie," the tall maid sniggered seeing the young maid shiver at the scene unfolding in front of her.

The little maid Lydia whimpered and her shoulders drooped while the tall maid stood straight as if nothing was unusual.

Lydia is but a simple girl who thought the ones who live in magnificent palaces conduct themselves in a more restrained and elegant manner; especially, the Dowager Empress of Lethusia who is hailed as an elegant swan by poets and artists.

But on her first day here, she is thrust to the front to witness the most horrifying abuse of poor crockeries. She saw the torn and crumbled pieces of paper on the ground. She has never seen a mother get this mad reading her son’s letter.

Or it should be fine because it is the letter from the Emperor to the Dowager Empress? Even then, shouldn’t the Emperor be the highest authority?