Margrave's Bastard Son was The Emperor - Chapter 244

There are a lot of things wrong with Liv Brodbeck. She’s too small, for one thing. When she works in the castle kitchens with her mother, she can’t carry a sack of flour or roll a keg of ale. Baron Summerset’s chirurgeon says that she has brittle bones, so she isn’t allowed to wrestle or sword fight with the other children. Even sledding downhill in the winter brings the risk of breaking an arm or a leg if she falls. Everyone says that she ruined her mother’s life when she was born. Not when they think Liv is in the room, of course, but she overhears all the same. In the kitchen of a less kind lord, a cook bearing a bastard child would have been more than cause enough for both of them to be out on the street. No, a child like Liv doesn’t have much hope. But when she accidentally unleashes a surge of wild magic, she takes her first step on a journey which will lead her from the kitchens of Castle Whitehill, to the cold palaces of the Eld, and beyond, to the graves of gods... What to Expect: - MC starts off very weak, with a lot disadvantages - not just physically weak, but also vulnerable in a socio-economic sense. She has talents, but it is going to take time to develop them. I want to give this process room to breathe, so I hope you enjoy long-term progression. - The MC begins the story as a child. As she grows up, she will have relationships that I intend to be appropriate for her stages of life, BUT THERE WILL BE NO SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS UNTIL SHE IS AN ADULT. Expect eventual teenage drama progressing into more adult relationships. - There is action, but it is not constant action, and it will again be appropriate for the MCs development. As a child, she will be challenged by child things, and as she grows into power the scale of threats will increase.

They called me a curse.A monster with a pretty face.They whispered that I was dangerous. That I should’ve stayed dead. That wherever I went, death and misfortune followed like shadows.I’ve been drowned, burned, and broken more times than I can remember. But no matter how often they tried to kill me, I survived.For fifty long years, I’ve done nothing but try to exist, carrying wounds no one ever cared to see.So when they shoved me into a barrel and threw me into the ocean, I didn’t fight because I was too tired to survive.All I wanted was for death to finally take me.But just when I was ready to give up, the ocean delivered me to them, The Five Alphas.A king with eyes of gold and a soul carved from cold stone.A wild storm of an Alpha, all fury and love tangled into one.A sorcerer whose voice feels like déjà vu.A soldier of ice, who watches me like I’m someone he once lost.And a rogue with a crooked smile who dares me to set the world on fire.They say I belong to them.They say I’m their mate.I thought they would treat me like everyone else, like I was something dirty, something cursed.But instead, they handed me crowns, armies, and entire kingdoms.My name is Evelyn Seris, the last Luna no one was supposed to find.If the world expects me to kneel before my Alphas, they’d better learn to kiss my feet first.

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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“Is this man not going to divorce me? Why does he still ask me to warm the bed every night?”