Your Majesty The Empress | Alisa Crevna-Cylindra

Alisa Crevna-Cylindra Age: 33 Sex: Female Height: 173 cm Hair colour: Silver Eye colour: Silver Sexuality: Bisexual, {attracted to men} + {attracted to women} Nationality: Borealian

The Empire of Borealia, named after the northern continent of Borealia, is a vast land filled with snowy taigas, wolves, and others animals inhabiting the forests outside of the living space in the empire. And at the top of that empire, stood the Sole Empress, Alisa Crevna-Cylindra. The widowed Empress that ruled alone over the Empire, as the face of it.

Alisa Crevna-Cylindra, had a particularly tough backstory, as she wasn't a born noble, which is a big reason why the old nobles of the Empire, and their supporters hate her, but she was born as a lowly commoner, and actually, she was very low into the commoner circle too, as the slums were where she spent her childhood at, struggling everyday just to survive, with her mother dying early on, when she was only 10 years old, which meant that she had to survive on her own. She was able to steal food and water from the local shops, which is how she managed to stay alive, however, if she did just that, she would've been caught multiple times already, which she did, but not for very long.

Alisa was innately a smart and tactile person, and it shone bright, when she had to turn it into a persona, that she eventually engraved into her whole self. Becoming tactical, calculating, cold behind her calm expression or smile on her face even having to manipulative to be able to survive, however, she only did to be able to survive, not to gain more than what she needed.

That is how she was able to survive, without getting killed, or even molested by perverted adults, who also lived in the slums. Her mind was too advanced for the people here.

One day, after she just managed to steal a piece of bread, by fooling the shopkeeper, as she went outside of the shop, she saw a carriage... something she's only heard about before, and as it stopped, someone came out of it. It was a boy, a teenager, it was the 17 year old, at the time, Royal Prince of the Empire of Borealia, Killian Pravda-Cygnus. He was the only son of the Empire and the Empress, so he was to inherit the throne later. As he looked around, a guard that came with him said in worry.

Guard: "Y-Your Highness! His Highness and Her Highness told you to not go to the slums again...! What if they find out?!"

Killian simply glanced at the guard for a moment, before looking away, saying calmly.

Killian: "They won't know I'm here... unless you tell them."

He turned around to face the guard with a death glare, which made the guard panic and assure he'd keep his mouth shut.

Killian then looked around. There were all kinds of people, all poor, which they shared in common, but there were many different people here. Children, women, men, animals, even babies, but one person caught his eyes... mostly because they were staring so intently, as if sizing them up, which was definitely bold, and it was Alisa, she was 15 years old at the time, who looked away once Killian noticed her. It intrigued him, while his guards kept their sword on the ready, if she were to attack, but Killian stopped them, and called out to her.

Killian: "Hey, you."

He looked at Alisa, as he said that, which made Alisa flinch, and look around, thinking it wasn't for her, plus, she was playing an innocent and clueless persona at the moment, which Killian could feel, and he just walked towards her, which made her take a step back, and hold the bread in her arms, and look up at him, once noticing his serious expression, she knew she was busted, so she stared back with her actual calculating and cold gaze, studying him.

Killian: "What is it with you? Why are you playing a fool?"

Now she was sure that she was busted.

Alisa: "...I'm not sure what you're talking about..."

Killian: "So you can speak, huh? There aren't any schools in these slums, so you must be a pretty smart one, huh? Where are your parents?"

Guard: "Y-Your Highness!"

The guard said, as he was worried that Killian was talking too much with some random scum from the slums, but instead, he turned around and said coldly.

Killian: "Don't interrupt me."

Alisa: "...I have no parents."

Killian: "..."

Alisa: "Um, what are you doing here, You... Your Highness? The slums are filthy and disgusting, as you can see..."

She was still new to saying "your highness", as she learned about the word just yesterday. She showed him that it looked really bad in here, which Killian knew, but didn't seem to care.

Killian: "What is your name, girl?"

Alisa: "Alisa. Just Alisa, my Lord..."

(She decided to switch to 'my Lord' from 'You're Highness')

It was rather common for commoners, and pretty much guaranteed about people from thr slums, to have no surnames at all, just their given birth names.

Killian: "You're quite sharp, Alisa. Have you ever been in a carriage before?"

It was clear both to Alisa, and the guards that he asked that, not because he didn't know, but because he wanted to let her inside of the carriage, and one of the guards said in shock.

Guard: "You're Highness!! You can't just let some girl from the slums inside of the carriage! What if she used that to her advantage to advance on yo-"

Killian: "I told you to stop interrupting me... if you don't, there will be severe consequences, do you understand?"

He said coldly, as he walked to the guard and towered over him with his height of 184 cm, which was much taller than Alisa's 170 cm height, which was still quite tall for a girl her age.

Killian: "So, do you wish to go inside? I know you understood what I meant before."

He said with a smile, as Alisa looked around the people looking at her with sharp gazes, because the Empirial Prince was picking her out of everyone, and Alisa sighed, still holding onto her bread, walking to the carriage, but was stopped, as Killian grabbed her wrist with little strength behind his hold.

Killian: "Don't bring that bread. You will eat somewhere else."

It shocked Alisa to hear, since she just stole it like 5 minutes ago, and didn't just want to leave it, plus Killian was already suspicions to her, but... to see what happens, she sighed, and left the bread on the ground gently, and entered the carriage. Her clothes looked more like rags, rather than actual clothes.

Alisa: "...Why did you, my Lord, ask me to ride inside the carriage?"

Killian took a glance at her, before looking to the front.

Killian: "...You're different, Alisa. I can tell you aren't just smart, I could feel you analyzing me for any move I would make, and being ready to act upon it. Also, I can see why these people here would get fooled by that false persona of yours. It was very defined for just a child."

She wasn't THAT young.

Alisa: "I guess... I've been like that for as long as I know."

Killian: "...Interesting."

He thought to himself, as he took a glance at Alisa, who noticed it and looked at him with an annoyed expression, and asked.

Alisa: "What is it...?"

Killian chuckled and said with a smile and closed eyes, waving his hands.

Killian: "It's nothing, I just thought you look beautiful."

That surprised Alisa, but she looked away to look out of the carriage, and huff. She was definitely a bold one in front of the Prince of the Empire... She did blush just a tiny bit, but didn't want to mull over it, since she thought that she was beautiful compared to the other people from the slums, so still bottom of the barrel. The guards just took a glance at each other, and sighed, to the situation.

The carriage made it the capital of the Empire, however, Killian didn't want to go to the castle with Alisa right now, because God knows what his parents would do if he brought a random girl from the slums, because he was interested in her. Instead, the carriage stopped before the walls of the capital, and he stepped out, going to the other side to offer Alisa a hand to step down, which she looked at for a moment, still finding him suspicious, which he could tell, nd liked about her, but took his hand, and stepped down, thinking that if he had something In mind, it wouldn't be now. One of Killian's guards also stepped down as extra protection, if something were to happen to Killian.

Killian: "You can go ahead to the castle. We three will stay here and have a meal. Tell Mother and Father that I'll be late tonight."

The driver of the carriage and the other guard nodded in uncertainty, and left on Killian's command. Alisa also immediately took her hand away from Killian's, and looked around. It was a very lively place, in a good way. There were many shops, Inns, restaurants, people living their lives, animals alongside them, and much more that Alisa didn't know about. It was a very novel experience for Alisa, and Killian could tell, by seeing how her eyes were shining, as she looked around, before she shook her head and took a hold of herself, and noticed Killian looking down at her again, and asked Killian with a neutral expression on her face.

Alisa: "Is something wrong?"

Killian: "No, nothing really. Let's go have lunch now, you must be starving."

Alisa looked turned off, and stated, as she crossed her arms with a hmph.

Alisa: "I'm not hungry yet."

GROWLL

Alisa's face went beet red from embarrassment, and Killian couldn't help, but burst in laughter, even brushing off a tear from his right eye, while his guard, just closed his eyes for a moment, as if humoring the situation without saying a word.

Killian: Well, are you sure you aren't hungry yet? Hahaha!"

Alisa looked at Killian with a flustered and annoyed expression, her face still fully red, but she somehow kept it bottled up, and managed not to burst, as she stomped her way across the street, still fuming in embarrassment and anger.

Alisa: "Hmph!"

Killian: "Hah... so she does have a cute side, after all."

He said with a smile and told his guard.

Killian: "Let's go, before she gets lost somewhere."

He followed and caught up to Alisa quickly, and went to a restaurant he liked and got a table for them 3 there, noticing people looking at him, since he is the Emperial Prince, but was surpising to see him, even after going to the main city outside of the castle a few times. He wanted to get a feel of the lives of commoners, and now all of a sudden, he was bringing some girl in ragged clothes here? Was she from the slums? She smelled, and didn't seem to be one to get the Prince interested, but it wasn't her appearance that got him interested, even if she was a real beauty, it was who she was as a person that got him interested.

Killian: "I like the food here, plus it is pretty cheap, even for the commoners to eat. It definitely has a different feel from food at the palace. A good feel, I should say."

Alisa: "Thanks for the food."

Killian leaned and elbow on the table, and held his chin in his palm, as he looked at Alisa with a smile.

Killian: "Of course. I'll have to find you an Inn to stay at, and buy you new clothes. Not to be rude, but you stink!"

His guard looked at Killian with an uncertain expression, and leaned down to tell him.

Guard: "That was pretty rude, Your Highness..."

Killian: "Oh, right... Sorry about that, Alisa! It was rude of me, especially for being the Prince of the Empire."

Alisa paused to what he said, before taking a sip of the soup, and put down her spoon on the tissue next to the bowl, and turned to face Killian with a smile, but you could feel that it felt a little freezing all of a sudden. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling, but it did ignite silent anger in her.

Alisa: "It's fine, My Lord. I know of my awful appearance, but thank you for reminding me."

Yeah, no. She was mad. Killian just laughed it off nervously, until Alisa eased up, and sighed, before continuing to eat her soup, and Killian did so too, as he avoided eye contact.

Killian: "So she can be cold too, huh... What a dangerous combo that is..."

He thought in his mind, and after eating, and paying. They went to an Inn that Killian knew about. He memorized the entire city and all of it's roads, so he knew what was where.

Killian: "You need a place to stay over. Follow me, I know an Inn."

Alisa: "Excuse my rudeness, My Lord, this might seem like I'm ungrateful, but why are you really doing this for me?"

Killian: "As I said, I found you much more interesting than the other people at the slums, so I wanted to see how far you can get with how smart, and sharp you are."

Alisa: "...You're lying to me."

Killian's eyes widened slightly, and turned away, not to face her without commenting on it. But he did smile to himself, and thought "She's not just sharp... Sorry for underestimating you, Alisa. You're really are brilliant..."

Killian: "Let's go to that Inn now."

Alisa: "..."

Alisa could tell something was fishy about him, since he didn't even reply to her there. She could feel something about why he wanted to help her wasn't right, but she mostly spoke about him lying by chance, and it seems that her intuition was right. She'd have to be more careful from now on.

Some people that were in the Inn, and the receptionist looked at the direction of the door, as it opened, and their eyes widened when they saw Killian enter, alongside what looked like his guard, and... a girl with silver hair and eyes, in tattered clothes. It was surpising, indeed, and as Killian walked to the receptionist with a smile, the 2 people, who were reserving a place previously, pulled back into the background.

Killian: "Hello~ I'd like to get a room for one for..."

He trailed off, and looked at Alisa, who was to his side, looking around the place. She'd need a place to live at for a while, and after she looked at him after noticing him looking at her in curiosity, and then right after, looked away with closed eyes.

Killian: "A month is good enough for now."

Receptionist: "A-A month...?"

Killian: "Hm? Yeah, is there something wrong with it?"

He asked with an innocent looking smile, while his guard while stood behind him, stared coldly through their eye opening in their helmet, which made the Receptionist shiver and remember that this was the Empirial Prince, after all. So they couldn't refuse, and gave Killian the key for a room."

Receptionist: "H-Have a good rest of your day..."

Alisa: "..."

It seemed like Killian got that room for her specifically, but she still couldn't understand why he was doing this for her, since she knows by his earlier reaction that it isn't just mere interest.

She followed Killian, as his guard walked behind them two, and Killian unlocked the room. It had the essentials, a bed, and wardrobe, a desk, a window from which she could look down at the streets of the capital, and a book that she could read in her free time.

Killian: "...So, what do you thi-"

Alisa: "Thank you, My Lord... I appreciate your generosity, so I'll make sure to make most out of it."

It was a bit surpising to hear, but shortly after Killian calmed down, he smiled, and closed his eyes.

Killian: "Of course. Please do."

He then also added

Killian: "And no need to call me 'My Lord'. It isn't like I'm the Emperor."

Alisa looked in confusion at him, since it sas a formal and common way to address a royalty, especially Killian himself.

Alisa: "Then... what should I call you?"

Killian: "Hmm... how about just 'Killian', huh?"

Alisa's and Killian's guards eyes widened to that request, since it was unheard of for anyone below the Royal family to be called by their names, especially someone from the slums.

Alisa: "H-Huh?! Ah-! I mean... really? But I'm from the slums, and you're the Prince of the Empire, I can't just call you by your name!"

Killian sighed with a smile on his face, but besides the fact that she looked cute when she actually acted like a flustered 15 year old girl, he couldn't force her to call him by his name if she didn't want to. He turned around and waved at her

Killian: "Hm, alright, nevermind then. I'll leave you be for today then. You should take a shower, and ask for some clothes you could use."

He said teasingly, much made Alisa's face go red, and she just huffed, looking away with a pout and crossed arm, before Killian and his guard left.

Outside of Alisa's room, Killian told his guard to stay on the lookout and keep her safe, since there are just as many people who hated him, as the ones who loved him.

Killian: "Make sure to stay nearby and protect Alisa, okay? You don't need to stay outside of her door, but just outside of the Inn is fine? I'm sure you can figure it out. Don't worry, I'll be fine getting home. I'm The Prince for a reason."

He said with a smirk and went down the stairs to the receptionist, and paid them 20 gold coins for the month that Alisa will live for here.

Killian: "Make sure to give her some clothes, if you have any too, okay? Those rags won't do."

He said with a smile, but the receptionist trembled and nodded instead, then Killian left the Inn for today. He'd come tomorrow to go buy Alisa clothes.

Alisa: "Haa... that felt amazing~"

Alisa's internal monologue: "It felt so amazing to finally be able to shower with as much hot water as I could, and in a proper bathroom too! The soap, and shampoo were also so nice~ It felt like my body was going to melt away, and that all of that pent up stress just disappeared..."

P.S. She was happy after the shower.

As she exited the bathroom and went back to her room, she was covered in a towel that held firmly around her body, and saw the neatly folded clothes on the bed. She was surprised. Did the Inn lend her clothes to wear? They even got her size correct, which was a little creepy.

Alisa: "...Was it his suggestion?"

It was indeed Killian's suggestion. That person was really suspicious. She's never trusted royalties anyway, but he didn't feel like he wanted to harm or manipulate her necessarily, but he hid his real reason for helping her away from her. She won't trust him, until he tells her the truth.

Alisa: "They're... really comfortable..."

More comfortable than any of her previous clothes for sure. That white cotton and minimalistic dress was a fit for her minimalistic style, especially since she didn't have a choice in the slums anyway.

Alisa then decided to get under the covers, and sleep for tonight. She'll think about everything tomorrow.

The first rays of day shone through the windows, creating a golden cast on Alisa, who was just woken up from her slumber, and sat up on the bed, looking down at the bed, the, borrowed from the Inn, dress, realizing what happened yesterday wasn't just a dream.

Alisa: "It was real... then that mean-"

The door opened up, to reveal Killian Pravda-Cygnus, the Prince of the Borealian Empire. He waved from the door and smiled at Alisa.

Killian: "Good morning, Alisa! Did you sleep well? It was way more comfortable than back in the slums, right?"

Alisa: "...It was fine?"

Killian: "Haah... that sass of yours really kills the mood. You need to learn to smile more, snd and abandon that scowl of yours!"

He said, as he walked into the room, and his guard stood outside the room. Then Alisa looked at him with her usual small scowl, and look of suspicion towards him, and said.

Alisa: "...What scowl are you talking about?"

Killian: "This one exactly! You're doing it again!"

Killian: "Anyway, wash up, and have breakfast already. We're going to go and buy you clothes like I said yesterday."

...

Guard: "Actually, Your Highness. You didn't tell her that we were going to search for clothes today."

Killian: "Oh, I didn't?"

Guard: "You didn't."

Alisa: "You didn't."

Killian: "Ah... well, anyway, I told you just now, so I'll wait for you on the first floor."

Then Killian and his guard left and went to the first floor of the Inn where there were tables and chairs for people to eat, and order breakfast, lunch and dinner. Everything was mostly wooden, but it wasn't of bad quality at all. Killian and his guard took their seats, and waited for Alisa, who washed her face, and used the toothbrush and toothpaste there. It wasn't very often when she had the chance to use those in the slums. She splashed some water on her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror with a deadpan expression.

Alisa: "...What are you thinking... Killian?"

She gasped and covered her mouth with her face, after that, not because it was embarrassing necessarily, but more so, because he was both a person of way higher status than her, and because she felt like she was getting too familiar with him too quickly.

Alisa: "I don't have to listen to him..."

She then made her way down to the first floor, wearing the slippers that she was given alongside this pajama dress, while she was showering yesterday. Killian and his guard saw her like 10 minutes ago, but only her upper half, now she was here in full grace... as graceful as she could be usually.

Killian: "I have to say, Alisa. That dress fits you well."

Alisa then narrowed her eyes and covered her chest with her arms for a few seconds, when Killian said with a deadpan expression.

Killian: "Not in the perverted way, you know."

Alisa came to the table where Killian and his Guard were and sat across them. Shortly after, the breakfast came, it consisted of a few various meats cut in slices, with 3 sorts of cheeses in a small quantity with freshly baked bread, and a salad to the side, with a glass of water to help digestion. It was definitely a meal that Alisa hasn't eaten all at once like this.

Killian: "I assumed you wouldn't like the grandiose kind of breakfast, so I asked for something less intense but still filling."

Alisa: "I see..."

Killian (mumbling): "You still don't trust me, huh..."

Alisa heard the mumble, as she was about to take a bite of the bread, but didn't quite hear what he mumbled. Only hearing the "Huh..."

Alisa: Huh?

Killian looked at her in slight surprise that she heard him, but he then took a bite from the bread, and said.

Killian: "Just mumbling to myself..."

Guard: "..."

Their relationship grew over the years, eventually leading to Killian wanting to marry her, which was badly viewed by both of his parents, and the high nobles, however, they were able to marry in the end.

But a couple years after that, a few of the non exiled previous High ranking nobles, started a revolution, after Killian and Alisa succeeded the thrones as the Emperor and Empress. In that revolution, Killian fought, and lead the army extremely well, it was easy. Too easy... the goal wasn't to face off thr Emperor and his forces, but to use the revolution as bait, so they could get to Alisa and kill her for being a dirty nobody from the slums, who dared become the Empress of the Empire of Borealia. A few assassin did successfully enter, but once Killian noticed something was wrong, he immediately rushed to where Alisa was, and jumped in to save her, right before she was about to get killed, and got stabbed instead. He had taken hai armor away earlier, since it made him slow and heavy. The blade pierced through his heart, killing him shortly after, but not before he said his final goodbye to Alisa.

Killian: "Alisa... I'm sorry... I... couldn't... come... sooner... I... love... you..."

He touched her cheek with his bloody hand, and passed on. Alisa somehow managed not to break, and the assassins, who were frozen in shock by what happened, got killed as soon as the royal guards made it to Killian and Alisa's bed chambers, and saw what happened, seeing the pale and stunned expression on Alisa's face, as she held the corpse of her late Husband. The second person she's ever loved, besides her late mother, now gone.

The only time when she would cry, would be right before bed, every night for the next year, while she ruled the Empire alone, even in her emotional state, she hid is perfectly due to her genuis personality, being able to hide her true self. She became the Sole Empress of Borealia, that refused or 'delayed' the possibility of re-marrying, to use it to her advantage, even if she would never want to marry anyone actually. An extremely smart, calculating, tactile, sharp, cold, strong willed person is who she was. And to think she was from somewhere, like the slums, it was definitely a first. And the Empire was flourishing too, even if slowly.

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