𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒚 [Discontinued]

❀ Cᴏʀᴏɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ❀

"She's Awaken!" Maid's scattered throughout the palace running left and right. "The Holy Empress has awaken!" A Butler announced, to the people of the small country. "May I now present the Holy Empress of Marne, Xarencia del Marne-Allege, may The gods bless our holy land and bring prosperity to our Empire."

The people below the high Terrence bowed " May the gods bless our land and our Empire~" Xarencia remembered this scene all too well, it was the week after her mothers death and she had been officially crowed Empress after being Princess Regent for so many years.

"Thank the Gods for giving me this prosperous land and allowing us to live another day, I wish to end my coronation with a Feast which will go on for Several days. Any person regardless of status will be welcome into our palace during this time, I also request that all people will be blessed during the feast by my hand. This will allow the protection of god to be over you so that we all can live in peace." The small girl said as she smiled, the people roaring with celebration and glee. The 12 year old was officially the empress, and Princess Athenasia had been recognised by Claude de Alger Obelia to be his daughter.

Sitting down after change of clothes the Brown coloured girl sunk into her throne.
"Fuck... I'm screwed~" the truth was she had been reincarnated... again.

Her first life was almost exactly like what she had expirienced so far, plus the fact she died at Claude's hands. Her second life she lived as an Adventurous woman who was forcefully pulled back into the 12 year old body of her past life. It seemed as if god never let her soul catch a break.

Everything was the same, her glowing brown skin, luscious coiled cacao coloured hair that flowed down her back, and her Cloudy grey eyes that were blind, but with the holy magic the gods had given her allowed her mind to visualise every aspect of her life in detail as it happened.

"The gods have some nerve bringing me back into this fucking novel," she huffed strands of her now straightened hair covering her left eye.

"Your Majesty all the preparations have been made, do you wish to open the palace gates?"

There was no way Xarencia could allow her subjects to see her hesitant actions, the Empress lived 24 years as a free woman. Oh how she desperately craved that freedom once more, but she had no other choice than to play the story differently this time.

"Yes,"
The Holy palace was only 6 estates, a training ground, temple, shrine, library, and Medical centre. There was an estate for the Emperor and Empress, Princes, Princesses, Maids, an Orphanage, and Commoners. It was small compared to the Obelia Empires Grand castles and many estates.

Everyone in your empire was accounted for. It was about 40,000 people, all of whom worked together to keep this sacred land protected and all who resided in it prosperous.
As the people flooded in from young children, elders,  the sickly, and those who were expecting a child, to those who were strong and able bodied.

You got off of your cold metal throne and went down the stairs you hated in your past life. Your "unladylike" stature resembled that of a man, one in the Obelia Empire might critique the young Empress as being Vulgar and call it Debauchery. The Marnean's were open about defying gender "God creates us all to live and to die, we are all the same in the eyes of god even those like you are no different from an ant."  A man had said in her time on Earth.
The Marnean's follow that statement almost word by word.

You shook the hands of people and smiled slightly seeing children running around the large decorated ball room. You weren't much older than them but you had a country to run from this day forward, being able to play seemed like a foreign concept to you.

Xarencia kissed the hands of all the sickly people you saw light in their eyes seeing their illnesses be healed. They thanked her profusely.

You didn't remember the last time you had seen this many people smile and be happy. Maybe 32 years? It had been a long time. Just then a boy appeared in front of Xarencia, he took her hand and kissed it.
The boy had short red hair, fair features, slim yet wide eyes, dimples and lush green eyes.

Startled Xarencia retracted her hand, " Please don't do that sir,"
"I'm deeply sorry your holiness, I Don't know what got into me," the boy rubbed his crown, in confusion.

"Just ask permission before touching people young master,"Xarencia kissed the boy's forehead his soft hair brushing against her temple.

The boy turned shades of pink in a matter of seconds and bowed to Xarencia. A symbol forming on the back of his neck, a Apilachia tree blossomed that day in the middle of the Empire, as it became the start of something new to come.~

A/N:

Apilachia: a Flower that symbolises bonds and longing: it takes 8+ years for fruit to form on the tree

The flower looks like a mix of a Sakura, Lilly and Nightshade the color of the flower can range from orange to pink to lavender.