Chapter 117: The Brute’s Wife
Alexandra was amused by the attitude of the captain as she stood in front of her with his haughty smirk. Right in the hallways where his Emperor resides, he dares to use that tone with her with impunity.
[Ah... poor distant Princess from a defeated country... She would have no support... Isn’t this what these people think? And he has the power of the Dowager to back him and he thinks he has the right to act this way with me...]
All of those things are true and she does have no support except for Maximus here. Even if she suffers grievances here, Deberia is not going to come to her aid. They won’t even send a strongly worded letter in case she died here falling victim to an obvious plot.
Unfortunately for her enemies and fortunately for her, she is not of this world and she doesn’t care about the support from humans. She never had to rely on it.
Alexandra looked at the captain with her best smile. "Then allow my guards to search you lot first!" she pointed at them. "Then you can search my room all you want."
"Wha-" the captain of the redcoats was stunned by this insolent request.
"What?" Alexandra took a step closer and her personal little paladin stood in front of her with his mighty sword unsheathed. "It is obvious we cannot oppose the orders of the Dowager. But... What if you leave the thing you find? I can’t be too careful in this place..." she shrugged. "Guard, strip them, and search every inch of their body before letting them in..." she turned with her silk skirt fluttering. "I won’t watch the unsightly scene. I’ll wait inside."
The captain stood frozen for a moment before gaining his composure back murmuring swears under his breath. No one can ask him to strip. Certainly not this foreigner who might be the destroyer of their fine Empire.
With his back straight he cleared his throat. "Step aside! We have the orders of the Dowager Empress! You will let us pass!" he proclaimed waving the scroll and cocked his head at this man to follow him.
"Tell you, good sir," Alexandra’s lips curved up sarcastically. "Does the Dowager own this place?" she asked. "Forgive my folly, for I was under the impression that this place belonged to the Emperor - my husband!"
"Th-that..." the Captain searched for words to say. "A life has been lost and justice has to be served, Your ladyship!" he cleared his throat. "I pray you would cooperate to make our jobs easy."
His tone had lowered to that of a pleading. He was given a task and he should do it or he will lose his head. He would do anything to not part with his head this soon.