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ăïŒĄ/ïŒźă ⊠I am not even gonna lie to yâall⊠I am really excited about this fic lmaoo. I love the direction itâs heading in and feel soo inspired writing it. More to come! Also as a reminder I'm not specific with what variant this is so you can fill in the details at your own discretion. ALSO I have not read the comics!!! So I am definitely taking liberties here - apologies for anything that seems OOC. But I mean, this is an AU Mark so how OOC can he be? Lastly this wasn't proofread! Too eager to put it out. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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The shock of the kiss still hung in the air, a lingering tension that seemed to buzz between you both. Your lips felt warm, a stark contrast to the cold weight of his hands still holding you at armâs length.
Mark pulled away slowly, his smirk spreading across his face like he knew exactly what you were thinking, what you were feeling. Â His eyesâdark, predatoryâtracked your every movement, as if he were savoring the discomfort you were trying so hard to hide.
âDidnât see that coming, did you?â His voice was low, smooth, and almost... satisfied.
You didnât know what to say. Â The confusion inside of you was suffocating, your heart still racing from the intensity of the kiss, but also from the raw audacity of it. Â You had a thousand questions spinning in your mind, but none of them seemed to form into words. Â Your hands instinctively pressed to your lips, almost as if you could wipe away the sensation of him still lingering on your skin.
Mark didnât give you the space to collect yourself, taking a step closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the way you still stood there, stunned. Â He could feel your discomfort, and it thrilled him.
âDonât act like you didnât enjoy it,â he teased, his lips curling up into a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. âYou tasted it. I could see it in your eyes. Maybe you didnât want it, but you liked it.â
Your chest tightened as you took a half-step back. Â âI donât know what the hell youâre doing, Mark,â you said, your voice shaking with both anger and disbelief. Â âThis isnât... this isnât how you act.â
âOh, but it is,â he countered, his voice growing softer, but the edge was sharp enough to cut through the air between you. âNot the other Mark. Â Not the one you know. Â But this Mark? Â The one who rules everything? Â This is who I am now.â
He took another step closer, closing the space between you with an almost casual ease. Â You wanted to pull away, to create some distance, but your feet felt rooted to the floor as if his presence alone had a magnetic pull on you.
âYouâre so much more fun when youâre not pretending to be in control,â Mark murmured, his voice now a little deeper, more commanding. His hand reached out, almost gently, to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, but the gesture felt anything but tender. Â It was possessive, a quiet assertion of dominance. Â âItâs cute, you know. The way youâre pretending like I havenât already got you wrapped around my finger.â
You flinched at the touch, but he didnât back off. Â If anything, his smirk widened, and there was a dark satisfaction in his eyes. Â âYouâre not going to push me away,â he continued, his tone light, almost like he was savoring the power he had over you. Â âYou want this, even if you donât know it.â
Markâs eyes glinted as he stepped back, circling you slowly, like a predator toying with its prey.  âI know youâre confused. Hell, I know you probably hate me right now. But hereâs the thingâŠâ He leaned in close again, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.  âYou donât have to like it right away. You just have to accept it.â
Your mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Â Trying to force yourself to think straight when all you could focus on was the way he made you feelâuneasy, exposed, and yet, there was something else. Â Something darkly thrilling that you couldnât quite shake. Â You wanted to turn away, to push him away, but every time you tried, you were met with that same confidence in his eyesâthe certainty that he was in control.
âY-you donât control me,â you whispered, the words barely escaping your throat.
Mark chuckled darkly. Â âYou already belong to me. Whether you know it or not.â
He was so sure of it, so smug in the way he spoke, like he had already won some kind of silent battle. Â The realization hit you like a wave, crashing against your ribs. Â You were trapped in this game of his making, and he was relishing every moment of it.
âHereâs the thing,â he continued, his voice now turning slightly more serious. âI could have taken what I wanted from you already. Â Hell, I could take it whenever I want. Â But I havenât. Â You want to know why?â
You didnât answer, but he could hear your heart beat faster at the question.
âBecause I want you to want me too,â he said, his voice almost purring now. âAnd Iâm patient. Â Iâll make you see that thisââ He gestured between you, ââis where you belong. Â Iâll make sure of it.â
For a moment, you stood there, caught in the suffocating intensity of his gaze. Â There was no room for doubt in his wordsâno room for negotiation. Â He wasnât asking for permission. Â He wasnât giving you the space to choose. Â And yet, there was something unsettlingly magnetic about the way he carried himself.
Mark glances over his shoulder toward the quiet town, then back at you, his smirk shifting into something more strained. Â âThereâs a place. Youâll be safe there. For now.â
Before you can process, Mark takes your hand, his grip firm, his touch sending a jolt through you. âCome on, weâll talk more when weâre alone,â he says, almost casually. Â He starts to lead you down the path away from the town, the sun starting to dip beneath the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground.
Without having much choice in the matter you follow, wondering just what kind of explanation you were about to getâand whether or not you truly wanted to hear it. Eventually you find yourself standing in front of the old abandoned factory.
The warehouse door creaks as Mark pushes it open, the sound of the hinges groaning against years of neglect. Â Itâs dimly lit, with the last slivers of sunlight struggling to reach the floor through cracks in the walls. Â Inside, the air smells of dust and forgotten things.
Mark doesnât say much, his grip still tight on your hand as he leads you deeper into the shadows of the large, empty space.  The silence feels heavy, oppressiveâlike something waiting to happen. Finally releasing his hold on you he leaned back against a stack of crates, his arms crossed, watching you with an intensity that made you feel like you were being sized up, evaluated.  You stood in front of him, still trying to process everythingâthe kiss, the way heâd taken control, the questions swirling around in your mind. Â
âYouâre still trying to piece it together, arenât you?â he said, voice a little more amused now, as if he could already predict your next move. âYou donât get it yet. Â You donât understand why Iâm so different from the Mark you know.â
Your eyes narrowed. âDifferent? Â Youâre... youâre nothing like the Mark I knowâand I barely know him.â
He smirked, pushing off the crates and taking a step toward you, but not too close. Â Just enough to make you feel his presence, to remind you of how easily he could control the space between you. âI know. Â Itâs funny, really. Â Youâre standing here, trying to figure me out, but youâre so far from the truth itâs almost... charming.â
You clenched your fists, feeling a surge of anger. âWhat are you talking about?â
Markâs expression softened, just slightly, like he was about to tell you something profound. âIâm not from this universe. Â Not like you. Â Iâm from a different one. Â A parallel universe, to be precise.â His voice was cool, almost detached as he spoke. âIâm sure youâve heard the theory before. Â Alternate realities, alternate versions of ourselves, different timelines. Â But this? Â This is real.â
Your stomach twisted at the implications of his words. âYouâre saying... youâre not really him?â
âNo,â Mark replied, his voice almost wistful. âNot in the way you think. Â Iâm still meâat least, in the way that matters. Â But in my world, Iâm... different. Â Stronger. Â I didnât grow up in your little world. Â I wasnât held back by rules or morals. Â In my universe, Iâve taken control. Â Iâve conquered everything. Iâve made it my own.â
You stepped back, the shock of his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. âYouâve... conquered the world?â The thought of him being stronger than the Invincible you knew seemed impossible.
Mark nodded, his gaze unwavering. âIn my world, everyone answers to me. Â Everything revolves around me. Â But here? Â Itâs different. Â This worldâthis version of Earthâitâs still weak. Â Itâs going to fall apart soon. Â No one here is strong enough to stop it. Â To stop the destruction coming for it.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath caught in your throat. âWhat are you saying? That youâre... here to fix it? Â To make it like your world?â
He stepped closer, his voice low now, tinged with something almost... desperate. âIâm here to make sure you understand. Â That you donât just stand by and let yourself die in this world. Iâm here because, in my universe, youââ He hesitated, just for a moment, but then the words slipped out. âYou were mine. You were the one I could count on. Â You were the one who understood me.â
Your confusion deepened, a flood of questions tumbling out of your mouth. âButâwhy?  You said it yourself that that version is not meâitâs someone else. So why are you doing this?  Why not just leave me in peace?â
Mark let out a slow, amused chuckle, shaking his head. âYou really donât get it, do you? Â Iâm not just here for you because of some twisted nostalgia. Â No.â His tone darkened again, becoming more intense, more controlling. âIâm here because I need you. Â Youâre the one thing thatâs missing from my universe. Â You are the key to everything. Â In my world, youâre the one person who could stop me. Â But I need you to see it for yourself. Â I need you to understand that what we had... what we could have... itâs the only thing that matters.â
Your eyes widened, and your voice trembling as you tried to process his words. âI donât understand... youâre talking about me being with you in your world?â
Mark took a step closer, his hand lightly brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. âThatâs exactly right. Â This world is on the brink of collapse, and your fate is sealed unless you come with me. Â In my universe, I ruled everythingâbut I was empty. Â You were the one who gave me meaning, who made me feel something other than control. Â I need you back.â
Your breath caught in your throat, but there was a part of you that was drawn to him, despite yourself. Why were you still listening? Why werenât you running?
Mark smiled darkly, as if he could read your thoughts. âI know itâs a lot to take in. Â But youâll understand soon enough.â
âWhat happened to the me in your universe?â you ask, your voice quiet, unsure of what to expect. Â Your heart was still racing, the adrenaline from earlier not yet having faded.
Mark doesnât immediately answer. Â Instead, he looks around, his eyes lingering on the crumbling walls and broken windows. Â Thereâs something almost wistful in his gaze.
âThis place,â he finally murmurs, almost to himself. âItâs where things changed for me.â His voice is strangely flat, but thereâs a subtle weight behind the words.
You feel a chill run down your spine. âWhat are you talking about?â
Markâs jaw tightened as if he was reliving something painful. Â For a moment, his usual confident demeanor cracks, revealing a flicker of something darker, a vulnerability that was buried beneath the layers of control heâd built around himself.
He stepped closer, his eyes not quite meeting yours, but his presence unmistakable. Â There was a heaviness in the air nowâsomething that felt like it was about to crush you from lack of understanding.
âThis is where it happened,â he says quietly, his voice low but edged with bitterness.
You blink, confused. âWhere what happened?â
Markâs lips curl into a thin, almost pained smile, though itâs empty, like it has been worn too many times. He gestures to the space around youâthe cold, abandoned warehouse with the dark shadows and faded walls.
âThis is where you died in my universe. Â Right here. Â This place.â
You stare at him, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. âWhatâŠ?â Your voice falters, your heart sinking. âIâdied?â
Markâs eyes meet yours now, his gaze unflinching, but thereâs a ghost of something in his eyes. âYes.  My father killed you.  Right here.  And for meâŠâ He inhales sharply, as if the air itself was too thick to breathe. âThat was the moment everything changed.  It wasnât just the pain of losing you.  It was what it did to me.  I was a different person before that.â
Your mind races as the pieces fall into place. Â You can hardly process it, but feel a cold sense of realization creeping inâthis moment was the one that had shaped him, the event that tore apart the humanity he once had. Â This was the defining moment that turned him into the man he became.
Mark continued, his voice steady, but itâs clear heâs fighting the weight of his past. âMy father didnât just kill you that night. Â He broke me. Â I was nothing after that. Â I tried to move on, but it didnât matter. Â You were gone. Â And in that moment, everything that made me human, everything that made me care about anythingâit died with you.â
His expression hardened as he took another deep breath. âThatâs when I realized that I had to take control.  I had to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again.  No one could ever take anything from me.  No one could ever make me feel like that again. So I⊠I started my warpath.  I killed, I took what I wanted, and I built my empire.â
There was a long pause. Â The silence pressed in on both of you, thick with his admission. Â You feel a mix of pity and disbelief, but something else stirred deep inside of you. Â You donât know what to say. How could you? Â You were facing a man whose entire existence was shaped by the loss of someone who, in his universe, was so important to him. Â Someone who was you. The shock of hearing this leaves you stunned.
âI donât know what to sayâŠâ you started, your voice barely a whisper.
Markâs face darkens as if heâs bracing himself for your judgment. âI didnât tell you this for sympathy,â he snapped. âIâm not asking for your forgiveness or your pity.  Iâm telling you this becauseâbecause I need you to understand.  Iâm not the person you think I am.  Iâm not that Mark.  Iâm not the person who would have loved you without destroying everything else.  Iâve changed, butâŠâ
He trailed off, frustration building in his voice. âBut Iâm tired of it.  Iâm tired of being this person.  Iâm tired of pretending this is the only way.  You⊠youâre the only thing that could ever make me feel different.  Youâre the one thing I havenât destroyed.â
You feel a mix of sympathy and angerâsympathy for the pain heâs endured, and anger at the choices heâs made as a result.  You take a step back, trying to gather your thoughts. âMark⊠I donât know what to say.  I donât know what you want from me.  But thisâthis isn't the answer.  You canât just take control of everything and everyone around you.  Youâre not the only one whoâs been hurt, you know.â
Markâs eyes flicker with something almost like vulnerability.  His frustration ebbed, replaced by something more raw. âI know.  I know youâve been hurt, too.  But everything Iâve done, Iâve done for one reasonâto never feel that pain again.  Iâm offering you a chance at something more. Iâm not the man you know. That manâhe died here, in this place.  And whatâs left... whatâs left is a conqueror. And the truth is for you, you either come with me, or you stay here and die all over again.â
His words swirl in your mind, all the conflicting emotions battling for dominance. Â You felt the weight of his gaze, the gravity of the decision, but nothing inside of you felt certain.
âI donât know,â you whispered, almost to yourself. âI canâtââ
Mark watched you, his expression unreadable, but thereâs a flicker in his eyes. The silence stretches on, and in that moment, it felt like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for your choice.
"You donât have to choose," he said suddenly, his voice soft but dangerous. âYou already made your decision, in my worldâyour decision to be mine.â
The air shifts, thickening with the pressure of his words. He steps closer, but this time, there's no teasing, no playful flirty toneâjust cold certainty. âYou donât see it yet, but this is the only way. Â You think thereâs something here worth living for, but this world? Itâs already lost.â
Before you can respond, the air around you ripples. The ground vibrated beneath your feet, and an intense light blazed through the shadows of the warehouse. Â A swirling, pulsing portal begins to open before themâa rip in the fabric of space, shimmering with the promise of another world.
An amused, twisted smirk pulled at Markâs lips. âWell that was good timing. I guess old Angstrom is sending me home. I suppose I didnât do my job good enough for him.â Your breath catches in your throat as the sight of the portal becomes more real.  The decision is almost physically before you now.  You look between Mark and the swirling vortex, panic rising in her chest. âNo, waitâMark, please! Iââ
But before you can finish your sentence, Markâs hands are on you, pulling you towards him with an almost suffocating force. His grip is firm and unwavering as he holds your against his chest, locking you in place.
âStop,â he says, his tone surprisingly gentle but commanding. âI donât have time for you to second-guess this. Â Iâm not letting you waste your life on this dying world.â
You feel the cold edge of his words sink in, and before you can protest, the air around you cracks with an unnatural sound. Â The portal pulsates, growing wider, threatening to consume everything.
Mark doesnât wait for you to agree. Â He doesnât give you a choice.
He steps backward into the portal, pulling you with him, your feet slipping as the ground seems to disappear beneath you. Â In the blink of an eye, everything you knewâthe quiet town, the dilapidated warehouseâvanished, replaced by a blur of shifting colors, the world around you twisting and distorting.
And just like that, your world was gone.
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I desperately want to read SVSSS fic where Shen Yuan wakes up in hospital, maybe after some kind of point loss or system outage.
Turns out he was only very briefly dead, and he was found by a neighbour (or something) before he could choke all the way to death.
His family are bemused - their hikikomori son/brother nearly died, and he's woken up a straight spined scholar of the arts with a strangely commanding presence.
Shen Yuan is aching for everyone he's lost, for his martial brothers, for Luo Binghe... He can't understand what's happened. A vivid dream? A dying hallucination? A vision of some kind of afterlife?
At first, he can't bear to look on the forums, or reread any part of PIDW, it all just feels too close. He asks to go recover at a countryside estate, and his family indulge him.
He comes back a month later, and logs on, to find out that the forums are absolutely on fire over a deeply intense, highly cringe LBH rper who is Very OOC and looking for "Shizun", and an inbox 562 direct messages from Airplane.
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as you like it (sequel to romeo â± juliet)

âł gojo satoru/reader
bound by the dictates of the prophecy, the emperor contemplates whether retaining his wife or severing ties with her may be the sole path to fulfill his ambitions. yet, what he may fail to discern, is that the plague in his reign lies beyond what meets the eye
â± genre. tragedy, revenge, period piece, renaissance au
â± tags. 26k wc, extremely ooc, tyranny, emperor!gojo, empress!reader, (they are both insane!), unrequited love, religion (especially catholicism), blasphemy, mentions of infidelity, violence, war, rebellion, misogyny, impregnation, smut, disease, gore, death, arson
â± notes. heavily inspired by anne boleyn's real-life story, and manhwas sister, i am the queen in this life and ten ways to get dumped by a tyrant, as well as shakespeareâs king henry V. direct quotes also derived from the movie the king. finally, the modern english version is here, and it is long overdue T-T
â± FIRST TIMELINE OF LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS â±
EARLY MODERN ENGLISH -> MODERN ENGLISH VERSION
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
SATORU, Emperor of Caelum. YOU, of the same order. SUGURU, knight commander of the Imperial Order of Knights. TOJI, Emperor of Astheryn. NAOYA, a duke, cousin to Toji. GENEVA, nurse to the empress. MAXIMILIAN, advisor to the Caelan Emperor. NANAMI, a nobleman. The Pope. FRIAR MYCHAL, a Franciscan. A maid. A physician. The Oracle. Citizens of Astheryn and Caelum; kinsfolk of both empires; the Imperial Court, Nobles, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants
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PROLOGUEÂ
In fair Caelum, an emperor reigns, A throne usurped through blood and disdain. Beside him, an Empress fair did stand, Her love unmet, her heart unmanned. No heir has graced their union still, Her womb remains a barren field, His anger thus come veiled in scorn, To seek another, and secure his throne. In this tale of sorrow, rage, and might, Where empires clash and fates alight, We delve into a world both dark and bright, Where love and power wage their ceaseless fight.
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THE LATE 15TH CENTURY
ACT IÂ
Only slightly did you loosen up as the sequence of your steps were taken in slow but measured strides. Each footfall had a rhythm that was neither lacking in confidence nor hesitance, with your heels clicking on the marble floors and the sound of it echoing along the spacious hallway as if to remind every person within the vicinity that the Empress was arriving. You held your breath much to the tightness of your corset and tried to keep your emotions intact, taking a halt from walking knowing that your ladies-in-waiting were tailing you closely behind.
Two valiant knights stood by his door, offering a curtsy to their Empress the minute you had crossed their eyes. A knock on the door followed. Then, soon enough, you were granted a step forward inside your husbandâs study.Â
There he was, ensconced behind his desk amid copious piles of paperwork, his attention undivided by the woman who graced his study with her presence. His locks, reminiscent of Arctic snow, were meticulously arranged, accentuated by the resplendent black doublet he donned, and adorned with intricate silver patterns upon the brocade cloth. His eyes, as blue as the sky and oceans alike, declined to meet the gaze of his own wife.Â
âWhat is your purpose?â he uttered.
Meanwhile, you made a swift curtsy and motioned for the attendants and knights to depart away, leaving the two of you alone. âI would like to have a word with you, Your Majesty.â
His countenance appeared to congeal as he fixed his gaze upon you for several discomfiting moments. âOf what matter?â
âRegarding the New Yearâs banquet, my dear husband. It is due in a fortnight, and preparations must be set into motion.â You stood squarely before him, hands entwined before you. A regal presence. A queenly figure, fashioned precisely to his desires. Such was the image the empire had embraced since your ascension to the throne. Before him stood the epitome of grace suited to that role. âWhat do you say our theme should be?âÂ
He closed the ledger he had been inscribing on, scrutinizing your features intently. âAs you know, I dislike such events, but this banquet is an avoidable obligation.â His gaze shifted towards your gown that was meticulously crafted to complement your form. It was adorned with the same elaborate embroidery as his own attire, and accented by a sizable silver cross adorning your neck like the good Christian you were. âThe people are starting to notice how grand our affairs are becoming; therefore, I prefer to avoid any unnecessary extravagance that might cause a stir. Let it be lavish enough to uphold our standing, yet not overly flamboyant,â he paused, âAs for the theme, black and silver will be fitting to complement our regalia.â
The Caelum regalia, once bedecked in innocent hues of white and blue, underwent a somber transformation to black and silver upon his ascension to the throne. Behind this alteration lay a tragic tale. Satoru, the man whom you addressed as husband, had first borne the title of Crown Prince before ascending to the imperial seat. His younger sister, the infamous maiden who met her demise alongside her lover, was bound to an ill-fated romance that purportedly quelled an age-old enmity between two ancestral foes.
The forbidden romance between a scion of a Zen'in and a scioness of a Gojou, both of princely lineage, ignited strife between the Astheryn and Caelum Empires. With half a century of animosity between these bloodlines, a lust for supremacy, and an unyielding clash between nations, the discord erupted into a civil strife, ceasing solely with the ratification of a peace accord by the sovereigns of both empires.
Yet before all these tumultuous events unfolded, Satoruâs ascent to the highest throne owed much to you. Though you were not his intended betrothed, you were a lady deeply enamored with the prince; with whom he divulged myriad fervent nights with. As the daughter of a duke whose lineage boasted mastery in the craft of forging fine swords and weaponry, and so well-versed in the art of warfare, he saw you fit to stand as his empress, prepared to reciprocate your erstwhile unrequited love through means of marriage. However, this accord came at the cost of you aiding him in his quest to unseat both his father and mother from their thrones. He loathed his parents just as strongly as he did Astheryn. The rulers preceding him were despotic tyrants, showing scant regard for kinship ties, and they exhibited no sorrow for the passing of the princess, which was a loss deeply felt by Satoru.
Satoru carried ambitions of ascending to the august throne of Caelum from a tender age, and he was unwilling to await the natural demise of his father for ascension and instead, do it by means of force. He was prepared to imbue his hands with his own kindredâs blood to sit at the highest throne, yet such a feat was no trifling matter. The civil unrest presented the opportune moment to execute his plans, spurred on all the more by his sisterâs untimely demise. With your military affiliations and strategic acumen, you aided him in orchestrating a coup dâĂ©tat against his own kin. Ending it all with him, severing his fatherâs head with a sword, and you, killing his mother with poison. His other oppositions followed, and those who did not support his cause were offered a swift journey to hell through mass execution. Throughout these macabre events, you stood steadfast by his side, currying favor with the surviving nobility to fortify his position as emperor. Identifying traitors, you presented them for his judgment. In due course, you became his most trusted confidante, the sole woman deemed worthy to stand beside him on the day of his coronation, heralding the dawn of a new era for the empire. Thus, a new nation, a new sovereignty, and a new regalia were born.
âAs you wish, my liege.â With careful steps, you navigated his study, casting an appraising gaze upon the books lining his shelves before pausing behind him. He should perceive that the banquet wasnât the only thing on your mind that day. âPlease, do not trouble yourself with all this paperwork.â Your lips brushed his ear. âInstead, should I anticipate your presence in my bedchamber tonight?â
He tensed, drawing a deep breath to temper his emotions. You always seemed to know how to push his buttonsâin good and bad ways. You played him like a fiddle as always. Indeed, he was well aware that your desires surpassed the scope of mere banquet arrangements. âVery well.â
The distant gaze he cast upon you pierced deeply. Eight long years of matrimony, and only now did he begin to exhibit such aloofness. Only now did such estrangement manifest. What sudden shift had befallen this marriage? You were not privy to the answer, yet you strived to deny it. Nonetheless, for the sake of your peace of mind, did you venture forth with your inquiry. âMy liege, I dare to believe that you do not hold a grudge against me.â Your eyes remained fixed upon his saintly face. âDo I speak true? For my failure to conceive during our last encounterââ
âIt is futile to hold a grudge over matters beyond our control.â Displeasure thinned his lips. âWhat gain would I have in chastising you simply because you are barren?â
Pained by his words, you stepped away, quietly but firmly asserting, â...I am not barren.â
âYou have not conceived after six years, that qualifies as being barren to me.â He flipped back to the page he was perusing, resuming his writing.
Any trace of happiness that once adorned your mien now dissipated, and was replaced by the shadows of his cutting words. âThen, what plan shall you devise if I fail to bear your offspring?â
Satoru halted in his writing, his quill suspended in the air. He closed his eyes as he spoke, âIf you do not conceive in the foreseeable future, I have no choice but to divorce you. No matter the cost.â
Your eyes widened at his decision, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of his words settled upon you. His words seemed rehearsed, so well-thought of, as though he had expected this day to come and heretofore looked forward to informing you of this very plan. You failed to catch his reasoning, but succeeded at bearing the pain it had burdened you. What had driven him to this conclusion? Certainly, a mere heir would not lead him to this ultimatum.Â
âAre you suggesting a concubine, then?â Firm and resolute in your stance was how you received his proposal.Â
The emperor averted his gaze, allowing silence to stand as your response for several minutes until he finally articulated a considerate reply. âMy heir cannot be born a bastard, and so concubines would only complicate matters. I have no plans in that department.â You sensed the direction of his thoughts, and you dreaded his continuation. âInstead, I implore you to abdicate your throne, and I shall marry another lady, whether of royal or imperial lineage, to bear the heir of this empire. It is the only fitting course of action, one which may necessitate a divorce.â
âStep down from my throne?â Your voice quavered, laced with disbelief and anguish. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. âWould you cast me aside, discard me like a worn-out garment in your ill-tempered state, all for the sake of an heir? After everything I have done for you.â Your words echoed in the chamber, each syllable heavy with the betrayal you felt.
Your heart, once brimming with devotion, now lay shattered at your feet. All your life, you have loved him. All your happiness and tears, you have devoted to him. You had stood by his side through every trial, every conquest, only to be deemed unworthy of bearing his legacy. The sting of rejection seared your soul, igniting a fierce resolve within your wounded spirit. Yet nothing was his response. No words of comfort did he return for your wifely agony.Â
With a voice trembling through a mixture of sorrow and defiance, you met his gaze. âFair enough,â you whispered, your tone laden with a sorrowful resignation. âIf it is a concubine you seek, then so be it. But a divorce, I will not accept. And know this, my lord,â you declared, your voice rising with newfound strength, âI am the Empress. The one and only. There is none within this empire comparable to me, for a worthless, lowly concubine shall not depose this Empress Y/N of Caleum you would so readily compromise."
And in that solemn proclamation, you turned away, your stolid mien masking the shattered pieces of your fractured heart.Â
His countenance remained stoic as he observed your departure, sighing inwardly as you exited his study. Although no longer offering a response, he found himself unable to deny the truth of your words. Nor the power in which you presented them. Your presence lingered in his thoughts, holding sway over him in a manner he could not fathom.Â
As expected, you were epitome of a powerful empress just like what his mother once was and there ought to be a lot more convincing for you to step down from your post.Â
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ACT II
âIf the oracle speaks the truth, then I fear, my lord, that this empire is destined for downfall.â
It was late in the night, though the castle still brimmed with light from the torches adorning the halls. Most servants had retired to bed by this hour, barring the guards stationed at key areas of the castle. Meanwhile, the emperor remained awake, engaged in discussions concerning the fate of his sovereign. A predestined fate that could only be avoided should he make the effort to fulfill the conditions of the prophecy.Â
Standing discreetly before him was Lord Maximillian, his advisorâa man who had witnessed his growth from juvenile years to the present moment. He had come to offer the emperor the much-needed counsel regarding the pressing matter at hand.
âMax, what do you say? Tell me, do you think I am incapable?â The man of higher power questioned. âI have discussed the divorce with the Empress. I have outlined my plan in case she fails to bear my heir, and presented it in a way that seems fair to her. Yet, she reacts with such intensity. And she loves so fiercely. Oh, women. Such troublesome, defiant women are the issue! Sheâs a shrewâthat is what she is. For many years, I have given her the benefit of the doubt. Her ambitions outweigh her sense. I am at a loss on how to proceed with her any further. The prophecy demands that I have an heir.â
The old man returned him a soulless look. âIf you interpret the matter differently than intended, then may I suggest that Your Majesty consider disposing of her.â
âDispose?â he queried, as though he had misheard. âHer? My wife? You suggest it best to dispose of her?â
âYes, I believe it is. In the same manner as your father and mother,â Maximillian asserted, drawing a deep breath. âPlease, do not misunderstand my intentions as treason. My loyalty rests with you, my liege. I stand beside you. I desire nothing but the best for you, for this empire has not seen better days than under your rule.â
Silence enveloped the air. Satoru took a moment to gaze at his elongating shadow, gradually shaping itself as he moved farther from the candlelight. In the darkness, his shadow morphed into a menacing silhouette, a specter lurking in the darkness was what had become of him. To become a tyrant was never his intention nor the promise he made to his departed sister, who yearned nothing but for Satoru to embody fairness and strength in rulership. And to be an emperor for the people. She had strived for peace among nations, yet here her brother stood, mirroring the oppressive parental figures he had overthrown. What allure did power hold over him? What such force could sway him now to forsake the very individual who had displayed unwavering marital devotion towards him?
âHave you been in communication with the King of Ellesmere?â inquired the Emperor. âIs it not true that his daughter, the princess, was to marry the late Prince of Astheryn? That prince was the son of that villain. That tyrant. Emperor Toji of Astheryn, my foremost enemy. What has become of that princess, do you know?â
Maximillian stared at him intently. âShe is twenty-eight years old and past her marriageable age, yet Princess Katarina remains unwed. Is it her hand that Your Majesty seeks?â
âI say this as the Emperor: it is solely her status that renders her the only eligible woman to be my wife and empress of this empire." His decision was laden with hesitation yet compelled by necessity. âHowever, for the moment, she cannot be seated until Y/N has been removed from her position. My decision will depend on whether my wife can produce my heir soon. If not, I shall dispose of her.â
His advisor sent him a look of approval. â'Tis a decision that can only emanate from you, my lord. May God be with you.âÂ
âIf that is all, then you can leave.â The emperor paused near the western part of the castle, not far from the corridors leading to his wife's bedchamber. âI ask you to be my messenger tomorrow. Write to the King of Ellesmere, briefly and clearly. Before you falsely honor a new empress, know that the long hours of my night are to be spent with the woman currently occupying the throne.â
Eventually, Satoru reached your chambers and noticed that a few candles had been lit, their warm light illuminating the room softly. In the solitude in which you found yourself, seated by the bed and bathed in moonlight, silent in such serenity he hoped not to disturb. The fabric of your nightgown, thin and delicate, revealed the contours of your womanly figure beneath. He, too, was clad in a thin robe that left little to the imagination.Â
As you turned to face him, you caught sight of the faint scars and marks from countless battles etched across his body, though his expression remained mostly neutral as it always had and you were unbeknownst to the profanity he had spoken of you a few minutes hence. Now, his electric blue eyes looked at you with careful scrutiny, pondering whether this sensual encounter would all be in vain or if you truly intended to fulfill your role and bear an heir this time.
âWhat hour is it?â You spoke softly, approaching him with a sorrowful glint in your eyes. âI have waited.â
âApologies. Urgent matters demanded my attention.â Satoru could see the sadness in your eyes, but he tried his best to ignore it. You are barren, and there is little he can do to change that. He should begin his newfound task to detach from you. You brought him no good. You offered him no better fate. You were no longer instrumental for him to attain his long-standing ambition. Nevertheless, with your genuinely loving eyes he found himself conflicted, and that showed in his facial expressions. His brow knit, and he parted his lips as if to speak before hesitating and closing them again. You sensed his inclination to make you feel miserable, to render you desolate, yet he could not muster the resolve to articulate such words. Thus, he remained silent.
While you, you stood perfectly still. Like a porcelain doll displayed as a mere decoration. You wanted nothing but to give him his manly satisfaction that night, hoping that your marriage could still work and that he would not need the betrothal of another lady to give him an heir. With delicate hands, you let the nightgown slip away, falling beneath your feet as the cold air caressed your naked form. This body. All of it belonged to him. âMy lord.â You kept your eyes on him. And he, on your shapely bosom. âPlease have me as you desire.â
Satoruâs eyes darkened as he stared at you, his voice taking a commanding tone to match his expression. âTurn around.â
You did as ordered. As obediently, as submissively. Like a servant serving her master. Yet, beneath this guise of obedience lay a deeper yearningâto vie for his love once more, and to affirm, if only for one last time, that his words this morning were but a fleeting outburst of heightened emotions.
âI have to admit you are quite beautiful,â whispered him. It is a shame that you are so useless in one aspect.
He walked behind you, enfolding you in his muscular arm, ensnaring you in his robust grasp as his fingers traced a path down your back. You could feel the contours of his toned abs pressed against your back, while he explored the dips and curves of your body with his touch, squeezing the soft mounds on your chest. He then leaned his forehead against your neck, trailing tender kisses along your spine, each one a testament to the intimacy shared between you.Â
The passionate night continued with the both of you taking turns in granting each other pleasure. The kisses around your neck, his tongue in between your folds, your hand wrapped around his well-endowed member. And before you know it, he was entering you from behind, penetrating the depths of your cavern in pursuit of reaching his high. His grasp on your hips tightened with each thrust, rendering your knees weak as you remained on all fours.
Your intimate session lasted for a while, as he was not satisfied enough at having only one release for the night. He jostled you from the back, to the side, and to the front. All of which left you with the warmth of his seed seeping out of your entrance, and subsequently down your thighs.Â
If only he did not let his mind speak, you could have deluded yourself that this night was his declaration of utmost love for you.Â
âYou know that I will leave if you do not provide me with an heir soon, do you not?â Satoru did not sleep as he looked at you, his thoughts running rampant as he questioned whether or not he was being too cruel. His heart skipped a beat as he saw a second of your tears, tears that you so rightfully held back, and he was at a loss of words for once. He knew that he needed to stay firm on his decision, but seeing you on the verge of breaking down... it struck guilt in him. Satoruâs face softened, his tone becoming more calm and less forceful. Subconsciously did he do his best to comfort you. âI am not pleased that it has come to this. My words may be harsh at times, but you understand that I must fulfill my duties as emperor, do you not?âÂ
You could not answer immediately and tried to bear the sting it brought to your heart. âHow is it that you suddenly find it easy to cast me aside? Is there another lady on your mind?â
âThat is not the case.â His guilt was knocking at the door, but he tried to ignore it. âThis empire needs an heir, and you have failed me.â
âPerhaps blame the lack of children on yourself.â You bit back as your chest rose and fell from heavy breaths. âSo seldom does my own husband grace my bed, as though I am unwed. Blame it, then, on the distance you have imposed upon us! A child cannot be born if we are not intimate.â
Satoruâs eyes narrowed at your words. âAre you suggesting we engage in intimate relations every minute and every second of the day?â A scoff escaped his lips. âI have given you eight years.âÂ
âAnd yet, for eight years, you have not learned to love me.â
Your gaze remained fixed, each word hanging heavily in the air like a stormy cloud, with the weight of your shared history and unresolved emotions looming between the two of you in a thunderous confrontation. It was as though the very atmosphere crackled with tension, the silence pregnant with unspoken truths and unfulfilled desires. What was his true and most honest intent in forsaking you?Â
Satoru sat by the edge, ultimately deciding to leave you with yet another night devoid of slumber, alone upon your chamber. âLove? That very love is what killed my sister.âÂ
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ACT III
A fair distance from the Gate of Saint Pellegrino, a homeless woman cradled a baby in her arms. Her other children darted about Saint Peterâs Square while she sang a hauntingly familiar lullaby to her infantâa melody too melancholic for a child, yet so fitting for the occasion. You recognized it as the song created by the Caelan citizens after the war ended. Her dulcet voice would rival the angels of the sky, and amidst the throng of people attempting to breach the ranks of the knights surrounding the Emperor and Empress, she stayed firm in her spot, her haunting hymn weaving through the atmosphere, while her storm-grey eyes bore into you with an eerie intensity to captivate you in a trance.Â
A rose will bloom, it then will fade
So does a youth, so does a fairest maid
Beneath the stars, they found their place,
In secret trysts, love's tender grace.
But lo, the fates their love did fray,
In bitter strife, they slipped away.
So hush, dear ones, and hear this lay,
Of love that wilted, night and day.
In whispered sighs, they bid goodbye,
Two souls in love, 'neath starry sky.
A decade had passed since the most scandalous demise of the Astheryn prince and the Caelum princess had occurred, where both lovers were discovered lifeless within the somber halls of the Sistine Chapel. Contrary to the common folkâs belief, they were not wed, nor did they meet their tragic end at Saint Peterâs, indeed, as their bodies were in fact found at the nearby Sistine Chapel. The Catholic church acknowledged this romantic tragedy as a conclusion to the long-standing feud between two noble empires, henceforth commemorating the young coupleâs demise each passing year with a holy mass.
This year rendered particular significance as it marked the solemn tenth anniversary of their untimely departure. Perhaps, it may be the reason why your husband has been on edge as of late. Every year, his sisterâs demise served as a brutal reminiscence for himâa grim reminder of his perished sister and the origin of his tyrannical reign. He bore witness to his parentsâ handling of the conflict with Astheryn ten years ago, whereupon they callously demanded the common folk spill their blood in service to the imperial dynasty, igniting civil unrest in its wake. Such ruthless and cowardly deeds left an indelible mark upon him and brought him to the ultimatum of becoming a usurper. You vividly recalled the night he sought solace at your familyâs estate, clad in battered armor from countless battles waged. That evening, he wept in your arms, confessing the death of his sister and his burning desire to exact vengeance upon those responsible for his loss. In exchange for marriage, you devised a scheme to orchestrate the coup that would once and for all elevate him to the imperial throne.
Despite the facade of peace ushered in by the treaty between him and the Astheryn Emperor, the truth remained stark: both empires were merely feigning reconciliation. They were only nominally âat peaceâ. A cold war, by all accounts, defined their true relationship.
The tension could be felt inside the basilica even from the moment you and your husband arrived in The Venera, a microstate on the borders of Astheryn and Caelum, in front of the men of both empires, as well as the members of the Holy Catholic Church. For many years, this sacred state remained a recognized territory of Caelum, despite its official designation as an independent ecclesiastical entity. The Gojou family were openly pious and deeply devout Catholics, while the Astherean citizens were predominantly Protestants. Not all members of the Zenâin clan practiced their empireâs predominant religion, and some suggested that Emperor Toji himself might be an atheist, albeit discreetly so. Rumors also circulated that the mother of the late Prince Megumi was herself a Catholic, which led to intense criticism regarding her marriage to a lineal heir of the imperial family.Â
Nevertheless, this stark religious divide lay at the heart of the perennial animosity between the two nations.Â
âAnnouncing Their Imperial Majesties, Emperor Satoru and Empress Y/N, the guiding stars of our empire, luminaries in the twilight of sovereignty.â
As you walked alongside Satoru, you noticed his usual bright blue eyes turning into a darker hue. His gaze fixated upon the altar, his countenance void of emotion, as you proceeded down the aisle by his side. Since that night, silence has permeated your interactions. And you still had no desire to engage him, especially if it meant enduring relentless pressure regarding an heir or the prospect of divorce.Â
Yet there, you carried yourself with an air of quiet strength and dignityâa gown of the deepest black with long sleeves ending in delicate cuffs, a silver cross hung by your chest with a gemstone made from blood red corundum, and a flowing black veil crafted from the finest lace, enveloping your head and cascading gently down your back, partially obscuring your features. The veil added an air of mystery and solemnity in your poise.Â
As for him, the Emperor was adorned in a doublet and hose ensemble, embellished with intricate brocade and tailored to fit his form exquisitely to accentuate his stature and regal bearing. Draped over his shoulders was a lavish cape of rich, dark velvet lined with ermine fur and fastened at the neck with a jeweled clasp bearing the insignia of his empire. Each fold billowed around him as he moved, creating a striking silhouette that commanded attention and respect.
No wonder the citizens of this empire were noticing your extravagance. And despised you for it.Â
Throughout the mass, Satoru remained stoic, seated alongside you at the forefront of the church, his demeanor suggesting that this day of remembrance was a torment to his very soul. Still, he listened, but you doubted he agreed while Pope Alexandre VI delivered a sermon on the importance of unity and peace among nations, condemning the advocates of warfare and citing the tragic fate of the late prince and princess as a poignant illustration of how the animosity between two empires exacts a toll through sacrifice. Prayers were also offered for the souls of the civilians and soldiers who perished during the war, drawing inspiration from the teachings of the Bible as the mass adhered to the customary order of the Liturgy of the Word and of the Eucharist.
âIn nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti,â you recited under your breath, genuflecting before the altar and offering prayers for the soul of your husbandâs younger sister, beseeching that she find peace alongside her beloved under the guidance of the Holy Father. And as the mass drew to a close, you remained on your knees in prayer, the sound of approaching footsteps signaling the unwelcome arrival of an unexpected visitorâa presence that elicited a defensive reaction from your husband.
âYour Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Caelum.â It was none other than Duke Naoya of Astheryn, whose sarcastic presence seemed to have acted as a representative of their highest ruler. Emperor Tojiâs absence to this occasion already constituted an affront to Satoru, and the pompous mien exhibited by the duke only intensified the indignation. A decade had passed since the death of Prince Megumi, and the prideful Astheryn Emperor still refrained from setting foot on Caelumâs soil to acknowledge the purported âpeaceâ between the empires. Even more, the subtle curve on Duke Naoyaâs lips added an infantile insult to the already festering wound. âAccept my belated greetings. It took me but a moment to recognize youârumors describe the Calean Emperorâs presence as imposing, yet reality often differs from reputation.â
You rose from the ground, poised to defend Satoru, but he raised a hand to forestall your intervention, maintaining his unruffled composure as he addressed the noble manâs jest. âAh, well the Duke's wit is sharp as ever,â Satoru replied, his tone laced with equal sarcasm and earning the laugh of the surrounding nobles. âIt appears that overseeing a mere duchy affords the Duke ample free time, unlike the responsibilities that come with ruling an empire, which he so covets.â
âOh, certainly!â Duke Naoya spoke in Calean with a heavy accent, still unfazed as his eyes slowly drifted to you. âThey pale in comparison to the burdens of ruling an empire. Yet, surely, it is not as burdensome without an heir.â His implication hung in the air, a pointed insinuation veiled in the guise of courtly banter.
Before the exchange could escalate into a diplomatic strain, Friar Mychal took it upon himself to intervene, exhaling a laugh of unease and positioning himself between the Emperor and the Duke. âVery well!â he exclaimed. âI have received word that those attending the mass will offer tributes for the basilica in remembrance of the tenth year since the passing of the Prince and the Princess. As a matter of fact, there are already numerous flowers adorning their statue that His Majesty Satoru has donated to the museum.â
The museum was just a short walk from the chapel and the space itself was adorned with ornate ceilings, frescoes, and architectural details that added to the grandeur of the surroundings. An array of sculptures lined the hall; of cherubs, saints, warriors, and mythological figures. One of the newer sculptures were of the Prince and the Princess, portraying young lovers in a tender embrace with the princely lad staring at his ladyâs face. The sculpture was from a renowned Calean artist which Satoru himself hired out of the pure intention of donating it to the Veneran Museum. The nobles, members of the imperial court, and members of the church were all in awe after the sculpture was revealed to the attendees as such meticulous carvings and lifelike detail could only be done by Giancarlo di Firenze.Â
âA remarkable piece, indeed!â
âThe detail is breathtaking!â
âTo capture such emotion in stone⊠âtis as if they are whispering their love story to us.â
Your husband could not have been prouder. Alongside him, other nobles also contributed their offerings. Some notable ones included stained glass art, precious jewels, a pair of lovebirds, and⊠a particularly intriguing tapestry gifted by the Astheryn Empire.
The tapestry depicts the Astherean prince and the Calean princess lying together in death with the symbolic addition of a bloodied dagger laid atop the princessâ chest, representing the same weapon that Prince Megumi had used to end his life. The imagery not only insinuated that Satoruâs sister was responsible for the princeâs demise, but also served as an insult to the prevailing belief in her innocence surrounding her own tragic death.
âThisâŠâ Your mouth fell agape. You need not look into your husbandâs visage to perceive his growing ire. âThis is preposterous!âÂ
The joy was evident in Duke Naoyaâs eyes, yet he endeavored to feign ignorance. âAh, before I forget, my noble cousin, the Emperor of the Astheryn Empire, sent an accompanying message addressed to His Majesty Satoru.âÂ
In the threads of time, woven with the fabric of our shared tragedy, lies the essence of our 'peace'. As we gather to honor the memory of what once was, I send forth this tapestry, whereupon love and folly intertwine in an eternal dance. May it serve as a testament to the fragility of alliances forged in blood and ink, where shadows of deceit cloak the truth we dare not confront. While you sit upon your borrowed throne, may you find solace in the echoes of your usurped legacy.Â
With insincere regards,Â
Emperor Toji II of Astheryn
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ACT IV
âMy liege, this is unacceptable! Astheryn is taunting us.âÂ
An urgent assembly convened at the council chamber, where courtiers gathered to seek counsel from the emperor who was now seated in a position of humiliation following Astherynâs brazen act of insult. You joined the court session in support of your husband, positioned at the throne beside him, while numerous men, each to their own titles and lordship, stood before you both. The courtiers' visages displayed incandescent umbrage as they protested and vehemently rejected the malignance from the rival empire in defense to the Emperor of Caelum. Yet the subject of the scrutiny himself remained staid and dignified.Â
âWe cannot remain idle in the face of such an insult. If war is what they seek, then we shall grant it unto them!â exclaimed one of the members of the imperial court. A proponent of war he presented himself. Â
âIndeed, Your Majesty. To allow such an audacious act of disrespect would deem us cowards!â said another one of the men.Â
Satoru rested his arm on the armrest, a hand on his chin. He appeared to be lost in profound contemplation, yet you have grown long familiar with that expression of his to know that he was fueled with choler inside. âWhat is your opinion on this, Etienne? War is not a decision made lightly.â
Lord Etienne, as his name was called, spoke his opinion on the matter at hand and acted as an advocate for caution. âI agree, my lord. A hasty decision could plunge our empire into chaos and suffering. Perhaps, we can explore diplomatic channels first. War should be our last resort, not our first impulse.â
âYour Imperial Majesty!â Lord Armand countered. âWith all due respect, your name has been besmirched! Is this not blasphemous to this empire and us, its men?âÂ
âOur men are not prepared for war, Lord Etienne,â the previous noble claimed. âAnd how can we wage war with our forces against those of Astheryn's? Their military prowess is the mightiest throughout the central continent. They are barbaric folks, enemies to peace. We are nothing but simple foes to them..â
The belittling of Caelumâs military strength ignited your ire since that the training of soldiers, weapon crafting, and the establishment of the formidable imperial order of knights were specialties of your familyâa legacy that your noble ancestors had established in this empire. It was why your familyâs ties to the imperial Gojou family remained strong throughout the years. Therefore, hearing such remarks was derogatory to you. Â
You held your position and participated in the discussion. âLord Etienne, do you speak so poorly of Caelum, your country, and speak so highly of Astheryn, your enemy?â For a moment, the court fell silent. âMay God have mercy on you! Listen to his judgment. Is Caelum a joke to you? We have strengthened our military might since His Majestyâs ascent, and we are powerful enough to wage war against the entire world!â
âBut Your Majestyââ
âSilence, all of you!â Satoru rose from his throne, exhaling in exasperation, and shot you a displeased look. His next words were sharp and his anger misdirected. âEmpress, I appreciate your indignation, but this proves that women should not meddle in court sessions. Emotions depart from your mouth before logic enters your mind. You are dismissed from this session. Immediately.â
You could not fathom his sentences. For the longest time, never before had he dared to disrespect you in the presence of his subjects. Never had he dared to deny you of your rightful place as the empress of this nation, knowing full well the pivotal role you played in his ascension to the throne. Why, you could not speak! You were rendered speechless, too stunned to respond as you sank back into your seat, grappling with the sting of hurt and humiliation he had inflicted on you.
And somehow, Lord Maximillianâs eyes were uncharacteristically fixed on you as though they were in triumph at your situation. He did well enough to mask that with indifference withal. What was this hostility? Even the knights who approached you only had regard for the emperor, following his command of escorting you out of the council chamber despite your desire to stay seated. Yet to save face from this abomination, you did it upon yourself to stand up and leave at your own will.Â
âNanami.â In your disappearance, Satoru spoke again, this time facing his subjects. âHow do you propose we navigate this situation?â
Lord Nanami was more of the voice of reason, expressing his approach on the matter with neither bias towards engaging in or retreating from war. âMy liege, I speak in your best interest. Let us convene with our allies, assess our military readiness, and explore all avenues for resolution. Only then shall we make an informed decision. It is most appropriate that we prepare ourselves against the enemy.â
Satoru already knew the answer before the man had spoken of it. Why so? Because it was the same route he would take. Only, it was his wounded pride and disdain towards his greatest adversary that landed him to a much more inhospitable decision. âAlong with that blasphemous tapestry, written in his message, did that Emperor of Astheryn disparagingly refer to me as a usurper when I am the true born heir to the throne.â He ground out the words with clenched teeth as he stared at the portrait of his father. His hands balled into fists, his face hot and pinched with resentment. He detested being called a âusurperâ as he detested Astheryn and all of the Zenâins. Regardless of the path he took to claim his throne, he was still a direct lineal heir to the Gojou bloodline. âI cannot let that pass. I cannot let his insult go unanswered. Hence, take down these words and address them to him, who is my enemy.â Satoru stared straight ahead, his face blank and emotionless as he spoke his next words in flawless Astherean language. âEmperor of Astheryn, your words are as venomous as they are misguided. While you revel in your petty insults and thinly veiled threats, know this: the patience of Caelum wears thin. Your tapestry of deceit and blasphemy shall find no place within the halls of our empire. Let it be known that the path you tread leads only to ruin and despair. Should you persist in your folly, Caelum shall meet your challenge with unwavering resolve. Consider this your final warning. The drums of war beat ever louder, and Caelum will not hesitate to answer the call. For this usurper you deride may stay true to that label when I seize your throne and make it mine.âÂ
Following the court session, the emperor retreated to the training hall until late evening venting his wrath against the despot from the rival empire. He devoted hours in the hall, wielding his sword, sparring with the swordsmanship master, and decisively overpowering him to feel a sense of honor for himself. In his mind, each strike was a fierce expression of his imagination, envisioning what that battle would be like if it were Emperor Toji II in his stead. It would have been their second encounter in the battlefield as the first one ended in armistice for the sake of the prince and princess. This time, however, the execution of this battle would be markedly different.Â
Later that evening, he returned to his study, still in his armor as he met with his most loyal advisor. It was a private counsel to discuss matters unbeknownst to the rest of the empireâthe prophecy and, notably, you.Â
âI fear this as I say this: the prophecy is upon you, my lord.â Lord Maximillianâs voice hinted at unease. His warning, spoken with a mood of paranoia. âThe oracleâs riddles are coming to fruition, and this predicament with Astheryn is a clear example of that fact. War looms on the horizon, and it threatens to be your undoing. Now, more than ever, we need the support of another nation like Ellesmere.âÂ
âI see that.â Satoru responded with a heavy exhale, tossing his metal helmet onto the carpeted floor. He made his way toward the expansive window and gazed out at the courtyard below. There, he spotted you, meandering the rose garden alone under the cover of night. You were brighter than the envious moon, coruscating like a fresh tulip amongst the field of wilted roses.Â
The lord cleared his throat and stood next to the emperor. âYou must rid yourself of her, Your Majesty. If the prophecy has taught us anything, it is that the Empress serves as a harbinger of your downfall. The destruction of Caelum is inevitable if you retain her. Abandon all hope that she will bring you a child or luck. I acknowledge the attachment you have formed with her over the years, but she brings ill fate to all of us.â
You stopped at the fountain, seemingly lost in deep thought, and then began an expressive argument with yourself in your solemnity. The sight earned his smile. Satoru could not keep his eyes off you as if they were drawn by your beauty under the luminescence of the moon. How pitiful, truly, that your innocence left you no knowledge of the conversation he was having with his advisor.Â
âShe shall be appointed as a concubine,â he declared, âRidding of her is a waste; divorcing her offers a suitable solution. She may not have my heir, but she is a strong empress. A true villainess, yes. That, she may be, but she is devoted to me.âÂ
âWhich is precisely why you must dispose of her!â Lord Maximillian pressed onto the matter with greater seriousness. âMy liege, it is anticipated that you will yearn for Empress Y/Nâs loyalty even after your marriage with the Princess of Ellesmere. And her ferocious devotion could only hinder your plans and bring about your downfall. Whoâs to say she will withstand the temptation to inflict harm upon the fair Princess Katarina out of jealousy? This, as you know, could turn Ellesmere against us!â His passionate speech then silenced him into a quiet plea. âPlease, Your Majesty, consider it deeply. For the sake of this empire.â
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ACT V
In the evening, at the hour of eleven did you find yourself wandering the garden. It had become more and more difficult to live each day, unable to grasp why your spouse had been hostile against you for reasons you could not justify. If it were matters concerning your apparent infertility, then he could easily get a concubine just as you had already permitted. All of Caelumâs nobility was well aware of your possessiveness towards him, yet it was you who proposed the idea of a concubine to him. Why, then, does he still entertain the idea of remarriage? Is it to guarantee that his heir will not be deemed a bastard? He possessed the authority to prevent such a label from being attached to the child.
âOh, how cruel is this fate!â You paused by the fountain, observing your reflection in the glistening water. âYou have given me a husband devoid of passion! Am I no longer beautiful? Have I lost my allure and youthful appearance? Has Cupid directed his arrow elsewhere? Oh, he must be insane!â
Tears welled up your eyes, blurring your vision as you looked into the mirrored reflection. You thought of Satoruâs hateful gaze when you closed your eyes and could feel the painful knots in your stomach. He had been nothing but a distant spouse for eight years in your marital union, and as unfortunate as you were, any improvements were farfetched. Every attempt at progress only fueled into a relationship filled with disagreements.Â
Your monologue resumed. âCould there be another woman? A maid, perhaps? One who sneaks into his bed at night while I sleep soundly. Shame on her! Fie, insolent wench! Or could it be a noblewoman he met at a ball, a coming-of-age ceremony, or anything of the sort? Vile, dishonorable harlot! I shall strip you of your noble status and exile you from Caelum!â
A sigh ended your ranting, leaving you with more tears to shed as you fondly remembered your youthful days of infatuation with him. He was the man you had dreamed of, yet now all he would do was to quarrel, and quarrel, and quarrel. You had become an enemy in his eyes. He may have drowned you with extravagant gifts and the rarest jewels throughout your marriage, but the one you most covetedâhis loveâwas one he could not give.Â
âMy lady?âÂ
You turned around at the sound of the gentlemanâs voice, whereupon a knight presented himself to you. No, not merely any other knight, but the Knight Commander of the Imperial Order of Knights. Sir Suguru, Caelumâs most prized possession, a power and battle-fit warrior, who could defeat a hundred armed men by himself alone. He was referred to as a hero by this empireâs people. His commitment to chivalry and service did not go unnoticed as your husband, the very emperor he served, had more than once awarded him for fostering high morale and esprit de corps among other knights.Â
âWhat brings you here, and why?â you asked, watching him curtsy before you as he did the standard imperial greetings. His silver suit of armor gleamed, reflecting the stars in the sky, while the black cloak enveloping him mirrored the void of the night. Truly, an intimidating presence for those that knew none of him.Â
However, his face was a stark difference from the aura he exuded. His eyes curved into crescent moons as he smiled, offering what appeared to be a handkerchief. âI am making my nightly rounds in the palace, and upon hearing Your Majestyâs distress, I had to come forth. Is everything alright, Empress?âÂ
You sighed in lamentation and accepted the linen cloth from his hand. âTo claim that everything is âalrightâ' is a wishful sentiment. The state of my marriage troubles me, yet I shall not burden you with such matters, for they are private.â
Suguru acquiesced to your words and nodded in respect toward you, still remaining by your side in silence. Like a personal guard stationed to protect you as it seemed he had no intention of leaving you alone in the courtyard.Â
âHow dare you! Do you not care to leave a woman in peace?â you questioned, a moue forming on your face. The tears had long dried from your cheeks as you spoke to him. âI wish to be alone!â
It was already a rare sight to cross the Knight Commanderâs path around the palace, given that his duties did not include serving as a personal guard to the emperor. He was typically present only during official or diplomatic gatherings, and rather trained and oversaw the elite group of guards that would protect the emperor and empress. Nevertheless, with what little interactions you had with him, Suguru had always conducted himself as a respectful and dutiful subject towards you.Â
âForgive me. It is quite dangerous to be alone outside at night, Your Majesty. Your vulnerability may pose a risk to your safety.â He moved to unclasp his mantle, draping the large black cloak around your shoulders, a much smaller figure than himself. âAnd if you permit, the night is cold, and a lady must stay warm.â
There was a strange flutter in your heart as your wide eyes saw the gentility in his intentions. You could no longer question why dozens of noble women would line up to vie for his attention. His actions spoke better than his words ever could. How far, you wondered, would his kindness to you take him? âAre you not a bound subject to my husband?âÂ
âIndeed, I am.â He stared ahead. âI have been his friend since our youth. However, it is with Your Majestyâs kin that I owe the honor of being a knight. It is with the support of your father, the Grand Duke, that I consider myself alive, standing here in this palace as the leader of all knights.âÂ
Not once did you move your eyes away as you studied his sincerity. âThen, if I ask you to commit treason against the Emperor of Caelum,â you spoke with such regal power, âShall I expect your commitment to me?âÂ
For a while, Suguru did not speak. He appeared to be contemplating his answer as his stance had become defensive. Or hesitant, whichever fit. He did not meet your careful eyes, though he did look down and confess a knowledge that greatly devastated you. âThe prophecy governs His Majestyâs attitude towards you. In the dungeon hides an oracle he visits every fortnight. I accompanied him during one of these visits, where the oracle predicted the need for an heir soon and told him that the failure to produce one may lead to his downfall at the hands of a woman not of royal blood. To my understanding, he interpreted her riddles as the need to execute you and wed another woman of true royal lineage. This truth solidifies my allegiance to you, Empress.âÂ
Upon hearing Suguruâs words did your heart sink, and a wave of disbelief washed over you. It felt as though the ground had been pulled from beneath your feet, leaving you suspended in a state of shock, desperately trying to grasp the magnitude of what had just been revealed to you.Â
âFaugh! Byâr Lady, that is a grave accusation!â Anger simmered beneath the surface of your composed exterior. You were livid at Suguru for being the bearer of such devastating news, for being the messenger of your potential downfall, and felt betrayed by your own husband, the Emperor, for keeping such a crucial prophecy hidden from you. You wondered why he had never shared this information with you, why he allowed you to live in ignorance while he made plans for your potential demise. But one thing for certain, was that this was the reason for his growing detachment toward you.Â
The knight could only provide you with a comforting bow. âI am afraid these words are true, my lady. Lord Maximilian conspires with him. Hurry to the dungeons and seek the oracle. She will reveal the truth to you.â
Beneath your anger lay a profound sadness, a heartache that cuts to the core of your being. The realization that your own husband, the man you loved and had pledged your life to, saw you as nothing more than a pawn in a game of power and succession. You felt a sense of profound loss, mourning not only the potential loss of your own life but also the loss of trust, of love, of the future you had envisioned.
Despite the tumult of emotions raging within you, you remained outwardly composed, your mask of regal poise firmly in place. You knew you must tread carefully, that showing weakness now would only play into the hands of those who seek your downfall.Â
And yet, the devil showed himself. You had been oblivious to your husbandâs presence by the window of his study as he stood a great distance from you, watching you engage in an intimate conversation with his Knight Commander down below. He could not gauge where that sudden familiarity came from as he witnessed Suguru draping his cape around youâan action that crossed a territory he should not have sought. The emperor could no longer tolerate watching it, walking in haste along the halls of the palace until he eventually reached the courtyard. His gaze was burning into the back of Suguruâs head as he stopped behind you, waiting for you to notice your husbandâs approach before he spoke.Â
âEmpress.â His deep voice startled you.Â
Your eyes were clouded with resentment, hidden under the veil of a devoted wife. âMy liege.âÂ
Satoru stared at Suguru with a fierce look before turning to you. âIt is dangerous to be out at this hour. I wish nothing untoward to happen to you, so I came here to ensure your safety.â
âI apologize, then, for causing you worry.â A bitter smile painted your lips and the tone of your voice suggested of feigned concern. âAs you see, I have a knight here who is trained to guard and protect me.âÂ
The emperor narrowed his eyes at the aforementioned knight, who elected silence out of deference to the reigning monarchs before him. This very knight was a childhood friend of his, but now Satoru regarded him as a rival, for all the peculiar reasons. âYou may leave, Suguru,â he commanded, and yanked the cape from the empressâ body, then flung it toward the knight. âI will take my wife back.â
Satoru caught you sending an apologetic look toward the Knight Commander, which in return caused his ire to grow. What was the conversation you shared with him for you to act that way? In fact, he had never seen you pay another man that much attention. What a devious, little wench. A foxy, scheming jezebel. Satoru threw insults at you in his head as he took your arm in a tight grip, pulling you away from the courtyard. The silence between the two of you was thick with unspoken tension as he led you up the spiral staircase on the eastern side of the castle. His side of the castle.Â
âDarling.â Your endearment came out as a protest as you tried to pull your arm from his grip. âUnhand me.âÂ
Still and all, he was silent as he dragged you along. It was only a short distance to his quarters, but he did not let go of you even once. You should see in his eyes that he was not amused by the friendly interaction between you and Suguru.Â
âI said release my hand, at this very instant!âÂ
He remained like a taciturn man while ushering you into his quarters. Once he had locked the door behind him, he released his grip on your wrist and turned to confront you. His eyes grew dark and cold. A shade of blue that reminded you of lightning. âI would prefer it if he did not approach you when I am not present.â
âAh, now you care!â Scoffing, you glared at him. âHe simply offered his best to comfort me. Do not suspect it of anything else,â said you defensively, in a voice backed by your authority. Only now did he realize that the expression on your face had become austere.Â
âEven if that were true, I have no need for another manâespecially a knightâto comfort my wife.â
âA wife? A wife you asked for divorce?â you mocked as his statement erupted a laughter out of you. A loud, boisterous laughter that screamed an insult to his face. âYou see me as nothing but a bearer of children. Not as a wife or a person you treasure with your heart.â As you ridiculed him with a hint of humor on your face, your eyes had also grown deranged. âA mere pawn to your chessboard is what I am.âÂ
Satoru was rigid in his stance. âI merely proposed divorce if you were unable to conceive. As emperor, it is my duty to father an heir. If the empress cannot fulfill that duty, I am compelled to find someone else who canââ
âAn heir this, an heir that. Out upon it!â You expressed your frustration outwardly, throwing your hands into the air. âGo get yourself a concubine, then, and I will get myself a lover to even the score.âÂ
A lover? Satoru was seething, yet his expression remained unchanged. He knew that you were taunting him, and still chose not to give you the reaction you wanted. âThen, I am sure you will have more success at producing heirs with your lover than you do with me.âÂ
âCertainly!â you bit back, anger rising in each syllable. âIn place of my husband, perhaps my lover can give me a child, proving to the whole empire that it is not I who is barren.â
Satoruâs eyebrows shot up in response to the blatant insult to his fertility. His cold eyes narrowed, the rage within him intensifying. âIf you have a child with your lover, it will not discredit my fertility at all. It will instead bring into question my choice to have a child with a woman who is unable to be faithful to her husband.â
Your chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. âIf you get yourself a concubine, then I will have my own lover. That or nothing at all.â
âEnough! I do not seek a concubine,â he raised his voice, a spasm of irritation crossing his face. âYou are nothing but a maggot-pie, crawling in the dirt, serving no purpose for me! Ill-tempered shrew! I have said it many times, and I say it once more. In your failure to conceive, my intention is to remarry another lady and make her the empress, not a concubine! My heir must be legitimate. Stick that to your empty head!â
Satoru could feel the heat of your stare burning into him, but his mind had suddenly wandered back to the previous conversation, and he could not help but wonder whether you would actually have an affair with another man. The thought of it infuriated him, but he pushed it out of his mind as you stared at him in blazing fury.Â
âMust I remind you that it was I who assisted Your Majesty in ascending to the throne?â A warning shadow crossed your features. âI played a crucial role in staging a coup to overthrow your tyrant parents. If the princess had not perished, would you not be considered a madman? Now tell me, the only compensation I seek is your love, yet have you paid your dues?â
He scoffed at your words. You believe all you did in leading the rebellion was for the purpose of making him emperor? It was in your best interests to see yourself climb the ranks of an imperial power. And it was certainly not love you sought, but mere attention and validation. âMy respect should be enough of a reward for you. I took you as my wife as a sign of my gratitude. Love was never a part of the deal.â
âLove is the very essence of that deal,â countered you. âYou would be foolish not to think so.âÂ
In his eyes, love and affection were something you should receive only when you deserve it, not when you demand it. In his mind, you had grown too familiar with him, too spoiled by his presence. It was time he corrected this. âYou are mistaken to think that love is a condition of our relationship. I have never made promises of love or affection. I only promised you attention and the prestige of being an empress. Have I not fulfilled this promise and made you into an empress in every sense? Love is merely an illusion conjured in your imagination.â
âYou are a tyrant through and through!â You pushed him away, eyes brimming with unshed tears. âWhat devil are you, that you torment me like this? You miserable villain! Usurping knave! Betrayer of blood, who masquerades himself an emperor under a false sovereign! I placed you on that throne you so wistfully enjoy. Your power and authority hold no sway over me.â
The emperorâs jaw clenched tightly as his empressâ words cut through the air like a dagger. His pride was wounded by the venom of your wordsâwords you had not carefully chosen, or perhaps did carefully choose, as you knew what words he despised hearing the most. His eyes flashed with jaundice as he fought to contain the roiling emotions churning within him. He wanted to lash out, to defend his honor and assert his authority, but he knew that such displays of weakness would only fuel the flames of dissent and discord.
Instead, he yanked your wrist again. âDo not forget your place, wife.â And then he grabbed your face with a rough hand, slamming you against the wall. âI may have promised not to take a concubine, but that privilege does not extend to your behavior.â The tightness of his grip caused your cheeks to ache slightly, and he showed no signs of letting go.
âAnd what will you do?â you spoke through gritted teeth.Â
âWhat will I do? I will remind you of your position, wife,â he continued to speak in a menacing tone, âBut you may test my patience as much as you like. Go ahead and take a lover as you have claimed you would. Let us see how your arrogance holds up when I force you to bear his bastard child.â
You cussed him under your breath. âIs that jealousy?â
Yet, his countenance proved otherwise. âIt is not. You see, I am not possessive of you. You can bear whomeverâs child you wish. But you must be aware, that once that child is born, I would never claim my title as the father. It would be deemed a bastard, its blood impure and its existence an insult to my throne.â
âDo not lecture me on matters of infidelity when you are the one desperate to bed another woman.â You were bold enough to send him a look of disgust. âYou are an emperor all due to me. Without me, you are nothing.â
In a fit of rage, Satoru exploded like a volcano spilling out its reservoir of hot, scorching lava. âYou?! You think yourself the savior of this empire? Not by far!â There was a brief pause before he continued, eyes looking at you in unforgiving judgment. âI would have succeeded in leading the coup, even without you.â
A snort escaped your lips. âDelude yourself to that.â
âThe guards are gone. You have no witnesses.â The warning he had issued was laden with the implication of impending punishment, fueled by your defiance and vitriol, driving him to a boiling point. He seized your wrist once more, his grip tighter than before, as he leaned in close and spoke into your ear. âI could hurt you right here and now if I wanted to, yet I show you mercy.â
âI need none of your mercy,â you spat, taken aback as he pushed you against the wall. You could feel his breath fanning your neck as he leaned closer, inches before your face.Â
Satoruâs laughter rang out as you persisted in your resistance, his eyes narrowing with a mix of intrigue and anger. Your defiance only served to stoke the flames of his wrath as he began to speak, âDarling,â and made a mockery of your endearment, âPerhaps I can ravish you until you are senseless.â
âVainglorious dastard,â you spitefully replied.
He spoke no words for several moments, his breathing gradually intensifying as he gazed down at you like a toy he wanted to destroy. And for a fleeting moment, it seemed as though he was weighing whether to persist or not, but eventually, he made his choice, his voice adopting a more ominous tone with each word. âI will destroy you.â
âS-Satoru!â
He pushed you towards his bed, and himself against you, pressing his body heavily atop yours. His breath became uneven with his anger overtaking his mind. Your whimper of fear filled him with sadistic satisfaction. âYes, me, as you said. No one else is here with us, and no one would bat an eye if they heard a scream.â
Your decision to pull his hair proved to be a significant mistake, though it was evident from your expression that you derived pleasure from it. You longed for it. You desired this wanton affection. This carnal desire. Lust bathed in your eyes as you observed him hastily tear his clothing, eager to feel the velvety touch of your skin against his. He wasted no time in undressing you as well, ripping away whatever obstructed your bareness, leaving you both exposed under the moonlight, indulging in the passions shared between lovers.
âI despise you,â you declared, a hot moaning mess under him as he rammed his hardened shaft in between your legs where he himself was grunting at the pleasure of your tight entrance. In and out he went, and buried his face on your neck to leave purple marks all over your skin. âI-I despise you!â
âI share those sentiments,â he jested, squeezing your breast in labored breaths before he sucked the rounded mass in his mouth, earning your titillating moans. Â
By the end of your long passionate exchange, he lay next to you, body soaked in sweat as he watched your sleeping face. The peace in those saintly features. Did you pass out? He could not be certain. Was he too rough? That, he was certain. It showed on the bruises that mapped parts of your body. He could feel a small tinge of guilt within him as he moved to pull the blanket over you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.Â
âIs this not love?â He opened his eyes when heard you laughing softly, eyes still shut but with a bitter smile spreading on your face. In a cold tone of voice, you whispered, âYour love is tough, yet love nonetheless.âÂ
He knew it was not love, yet even if it was, you would soon be taken care of anyway. You would be exiled or worse, executed, should you fail to heed his warnings. He had to put his ambitions first and foremost before any form of affection he had of you. And if you truly, unconditionally loved him, you would understand why.Â
That, that was how he defined love to be.Â
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ACT VI
The castleâs dungeon was an⊠unsightly place. Aside from the centuries of brutal torture and grotesque deaths that occurred down under, it also housed the memory of Satoru shedding his hands on his kinsmenâs blood. That was the place where he had slain his father, his rotting head still mounted on the wall as though he was an animal that his son had hunted. A tyrant, undoubtedly. Satoruâs penchant for brutality knew no bounds, but he certainly got it from his father. While you were responsible for the death of a little over a hundred people, his would account for more than thrice that number.Â
As you descended further into the depths of the dungeon, the air grew heavy with the miasma of damp stone, blood, and decay. A putrid, sickening odor greeted your nose the more you entered. If not for the torches that flickered dimly along the walls, you would not be able to see at all, yet those torches casted eerie shadows that danced and swayed with each step you took. It was a frightening sight and definitely not for the faint hearted.Â
âHelp!â Your senses were assailed by the sights and sounds of the dungeon's grim inhabitants as you ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors. Gaunt specters lurked in the shadows, their hollow eyes gleaming with a sinister light as they whispered chilling secrets to one another in sotto voce. Some also cried of agony and despair, some had already fallen unhinged from being held in captivity for so longâit became a cacophony of anguished cries and tortured souls. âHelp me, Empress! I beg my innocence!â
âStep back, Your Majesty.â Suguru, who acted as your companion in this macabre trip, unsheathed his sword to protect you from being touched by the prisoners. He threatened to slash their hands with just a simple touch on your dress.Â
âEmpress! Empress!â
You deemed it wise to pull the hood of the cloak over your face, especially as the prisoners were starting to recognize you within these cursed confines. It would be troublesome if Satoru were to arrive soon and they began to scream your name in his presence.
âEmpress, this dungeon is meant for souls as tainted as yours!âÂ
That statement proved itself to be spine-chilling and hair-raising, as such accusations could not be denied. Truthfully, your crimes far surpassed theirs. You belonged with the forsaken and the damned. You already accepted that all your sins and trespasses would bring you nowhere near heaven, yet you had blindly murdered people out of love for Satoru. That was how crazy you were at winning him over. And now, this is where it brought you.Â
But you pressed on and continued traipsing through the dungeon until you could feel the presence of the oracle drawing closer, a beacon of hope amidst the despair that gripped the dungeon like a vice.
Finally, you reached the chamber where the oracle awaited. It was a figure cloaked in shadow at the far end of the room. And upon adjusting your visions, you could see that the oracle was an old woman, her white hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight around her frail shoulders. Her skin, alabaster. Her eyes, ghoulish and devoid of color, and they seemed to pierce the veil of reality itself as she spoke in riddles and whispers that sent shivers down your spine. It was your first time to encounter such an unrealistic being. They said each word from the oracle dripped with the weight of centuries of wisdom and foreboding. She spoke of prophecies and portents, of trials and tribulations yet to come, her words weaving a tapestry of fate and destiny that hung heavy in the air like a shroud.
âSpeak.â You stopped at her chamber, demanding to hear the prophecy she had said to your husband. âTell me the Emperorâs prophecy.âÂ
Much to your ire, she gave you no response, still staring at the empty wall.Â
âSpeak!â Your patience was growing thin as each passing second would crumble any hope you had inside that Satoru was not a man who would forsake you, or even execute you, in exchange for his ambitions. But it had been twenty or so minutes and still there was no word from the oracle. âDo you not possess a voice? Are you not a fortune-teller?âÂ
Suguru sucked in a deep breath. Should his accusations of the emperor prove to be a lie, you swore to yourself that you would be the one to put him inside one of the iron maidens in the dungeon. Or that daunting Judas cradle if he preferred. âYour Majesty, it takes time to make her speak.âÂ
âI do not have that luxury of time! I cannot be seen here.â You gave him a menacing stare. âAt the risk of your own life, Sir Knight, if this turns out to be nothing but foolishness, I will personally disembowel youââ
âBeware! O Empress, keeper of fragile dreams!âÂ
The sudden burst of the oracleâs voice startled you, as they were far from what you had expected from an old lady. It carried an otherworldly quality that seemed to transcend her physical form. They were melodic and haunting, a chilling quality that hinted at the supernatural origins of her prophetic abilities. It was as though you were paralyzed by the time she spoke, like all your senses stopped working and all you could ever do was be forced to listen to her prophecy.
âFor the Emperor's gaze wanders far,
As he seeks a lady of royal blood,
Ambition cloaked in the guise of lineage,
And in his thirst for power, lies your peril.â
As you listened, your heart bled terribly, knowing that the answers you sought lay buried within the enigmatic riddles of the oracleâs words. The haunting words of the prophecy echoed through the dim chamber where you stood frozen, in a state of despair and disbelief and every awful thing in the world combined. The truth, once a lurking suspicion, now materialized before you and it left your heart in shattered pieces because you actually hoped that none of the accusations were true. So, how could Satoru do this to you? How could he betray you after all your sacrifices just to be his wife, your efforts just to receive his love, and your crimes just to satisfy his desires? Through your hands, more than a hundred souls had perished. You had shed the blood of many Christian souls for him. You had offered him your chastity and turned back on your reverence by profaning the word of God. You had worshiped him like a divine being. Yet so easily would he cast you away. No, he could not even offer the slightest pleasure of loving you genuinely, without any inhibitions, without anything in exchange.Â
While your sacrifices were his definition of the âgreater goodâ, his betrayal against you was his definition of a âlesser evilâ. It was his âpersonal gainâ, for your demise would have no profound repercussions on this empire.Â
Undoubtedly, that must be his truest and utmost feelings for you.Â
Suguru held you in his arms when you fell to the ground, your entire world crashing before you as the oracle revealed your husbandâs plans. Your hands were shaking, trembling. You had trouble breathing. He was there to guide you out of the dungeon safely, even if you were to run and weep like a madwoman. But of course, you were not that insane yet. It was simply the ache in your heart that catapulted you into an abyss of pain.Â
Satoru must not succeed in his plans. He must not come out victorious. The greatest revenge you could think of was brimming in the back of your mind, ignited by the visible spite you felt for him and his web of deceit.Â
And back alone in your bedchambers, nausea overcame you and had you vomiting all over the floor. You retched the harrowing experience at the dungeons, disgusted by things you saw and heard, especially the treachery of your very husband. You were sick at the thought of him planning your assassination behind your back, like an ungrateful imbecile who only cared about himself and his vainglory.Â
âNurse!â you called, coughing out the foul taste of bile expelled from your throat. âCome here!âÂ
âComing, madam!â Geneva came to your aid as soon as you summoned her and tended to your needs immediately. At the time, you could not make out much of the clatter that was happening inside your chambers as you lay in bed with your eyes shut. It seemed that Geneva had ordered the other servants to clean out the mess you had created, while she took over in putting you to bed and making sure that you were warm and comfortable. She had no single idea about what was going through your mind, and had she had any hint about what it was, you could only imagine how bloody traumatized she would be.Â
If Satoru wanted to dethrone and destroy you, then you might as well help him with it. He should no longer be surprised to see what good of a show you could offer for everyone in this empire.Â
âGood madam,â Geneva called gently, after an hour or so, pulling you out of trance. âA physician is alreadyââ
You lifted a hand, stopping her while you tried to get out of bed. âThat wonât be necessary.â Despite your queasiness, you had decided that there was no time to waste for this war of love and death against your husband. The sooner you planned things out, the greater your advantage would be. You had to have the upperhand in this. âNurse, where did my husband go?âÂ
The nurse guided you up and draped a lightweight shawl around your shoulders. âI believe His Majesty is conducting a military inspection. He is accompanied by about ten knights.âÂ
An inspection? It must be related to the discussion at the imperial court. Of course, if Satoru was planning to wage war against Astheryn, he had to review the troops stationed in different regions of the empire to assess readiness, morale, and preparedness for defense. He could deploy an initial 25,000 men in his heavy infantry should he find the need to go on an all-out war with the enemy, but those amount of soldiers would require the emperor himself to arduously test if they were ready for battle. Naturally, the inspection could last four or five days depending on his assessment. And in his absence in the palace, either the empress or the other trusted advisors would usually take on the duties that usually were his.Â
This was the perfect opportunity to devise your plan; to prune the branches, weaken the trunk, and uproot the tree entirely. The branches began with his loyal advisors, which have already been filtered out as those previously appointed by his parents became his enemies. Enemies that died by his hands and yours, because those enemies were advisors who did not support Satoru in his method of seizing the highest throne, so he could not risk having rebels in the empire who would later work together to topple him from his seat. When he first rose to the throne, he had several assassination attempts aimed at him, typically by means of poisoning his food with arsenic, or hiring highly skilled mercenaries to slay him behind his backâall of those attempts were intercepted by you. And at the elimination of those disloyal to him, Satoru assumed that the current members of the imperial court could hence be trusted since they had not shown any hints of falsity for the ten years they had served him.Â
The difference between you and Satoru was that he was easily beguiled because the noblemen treated him a lot differently than you. They were ass-lickers, trying to win him over for their own superficial benefits, while you knew who among them were simply supporting Satoru for the sake of not being executed. Out of fear, out of an inherent will to live, out of an obvious lack of choiceâthere was one noble who stood out among the rest.Â
And it was the one whose presence was not the loudest.Â
âLord Nanami.â Upon mentioning his name, you entered the palace libraryâa grandeur chamber notable for its high ceilings, expansive oak shelves, and accoutrementsâas he stood in front of a wood table, strangely interested in codices. âNice to see you.âÂ
The blond nobleman curtsied. âYour Imperial Majesty, it is an honor to be in your presence.âÂ
You gestured your hand into dismissing him, cutting to the chase because you were still unwell. And for all the necessary reasons, you had to have this conversation with him or else there would not be an easier opportunity with Satoruâs eyes and ears around the palace. Nanami was his most trusted advisor, not Maximilian as much as he fooled himself to think so. âWhat is that codex you are reading?â
Nanami spoke cautiously, his eyes fixed on the codex. âOf some medical writings and scientific treatises. Rumors are circulating about a mysterious outbreak in a remote village in Constantia, a city within the grand duchy of Valoria. It seems to be an illness that is spreading rapidly with only a 2% chance of survival. I hear they are calling it the âBlack Deathâ due to the appearance of gangrene. Considering the trade routes, that city lies along the Veridian Sea, which is a path taken by the ship that trades metals and minerals with us. They engage in that route due to Constantiaâs involvement with the slave trade, boarding the ship bound for Caelum for the metals and minerals, while ferrying their slaves all the way to Astheryn, their largest buyer.â
As if the gods were with you!Â
The topic pulled your sudden interest, for it was proving to be exactly what you needed for your plan to be successful. âAn illness, you say? What records do we have about its origin?âÂ
âValorians perceive it as divine punishment for their involvement in the slave trade. Another prevalent theory is the miasma it brings, attributing the disease to foul odors and noxious fumes in the air and in the environment in which they live. Personally, I suspect it originates from a bacterium resulting from interactions between humans and infected animals.â Despite lacking sufficient research to support his hypothesis, you acknowledged that Nanamiâs personal theory seemed more plausible. âThe symptoms suggest to me that it is not airborne, contrary to what most people assume.â
You kept your eyes on him as he fixed his pince-nez. âWhat symptoms does it have? And what conclusion do they have there on what they are?â
âYour Majesty, a swarm of dead rats were found in Constantia a month ago,â he first informed, leading you to his suspicions. âGiven the escalating tension with Astheryn and our increased need for metal to support our crafting and weaponry, I bade a dispatcher to send a message to Constantia due to their failure to supply us with the agreed-upon metal,â Nanami explained, showing a haze of regret behind in his eyes. âThe dispatcher wrote back to me, stating that he is unable to return to Caelum promptly as he was experiencing chills, buboes, and gangrene. I presume he perished within days of arriving there.â
The moue you displayed on your face could not be stopped. âDoes His Majesty know of these rumors in Valoria that you speak of?âÂ
âHis Majesty, the Emperor, has not yet been informed of the matter.â The blond nobleman looked at you solemnly. âIt is my duty to inform him as soon as he returns from hisââ
âNo, you are not going to do so,â you commanded sternly, surprising him in turn. âYou will not breathe a word of this to Satoru. Follow my orders, and you shall be duly rewarded.â
This was good. This was perfect for your plans! If it was true that such illness was spreading in Valoria, it would only be a matter of time until the plague reached Caelum and wiped half its population. You laughed heartily inside your head. It would be an utmost entertainment for you to watch Satoruâs downfall before your very eyes. If Astheryn was no threat to him, then biological warfare would certainly destroy him. No one else had to know of your schemes but you.
Of course, the ever-so-noble Nanami was not easy to convince, especially if it was a clash between his duty and morality. âEmpress, I struggle to understand⊠Such matters could pose dangers to Caelum and its lands. His Majesty needs to be informed, as he possesses the authority to prevent the trade ship from reaching us. Astheryn had already long ceased their slave trading because of it. We must do the same.â
âAnd do you believe I lack the authority to issue commands as an empress?â You raised an eyebrow at him, and his stance became more apologetic. âProceed with the trade by any means necessary. I will sign the permit, and the ship shall arrive as planned next Monday. Let us not allow rumors of illness to hinder us from obtaining the necessary metal from the city of Constantia. As you said, we require ample supplies for our weaponry. We must seize this opportunity to bolster our arms. Do not mention this to His Majesty, and if you dare, you shall face the punishment of having your tongue cut out.â
Nanamiâs eyes widened. âBut Your MajestyâŠâ
You pressed your hand firmly against the table and asserted your authority over him. âI have control over a couple of remote islands near the outskirts of Caelum. Surely, you are familiar with them? I will direct my father, the Grand Duke, to transfer one of the larger estates to you. Furthermore, I shall offer you a quarter of my jewels and 15000 celestas as a deposit. In return, I request that you retire from your position and refrain from conversing with my husband ever again.â
It was a fair bargain. The man was certainly considering that because not only would he secure his own land and riches, he would also be away from the dangers of the plague should it truly spread throughout Caelum and its nearby nations. He would be safe there in his own estate with enough money to retire early. âEmpress⊠whatever it may be that you are planning, this is treason.âÂ
âThis or punishment is your only option,â you declared, eyes burning with fire. âChoose wisely.â
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ACT VII
The preparation for the New Yearâs ball was arduous, and you spared no effort to ensure that every detail lived up to Caelumâs prestige. Because you had a generous budget allocation for this year's banquet, you did not hold back on the display of wealth, power, and culinary sophistication. The menu alone boasted elaborate roast meats, poultry dishes, pies, pastries, desserts, and confections, accompanied by a variety of wines and spirits to enhance the indulgent dining experience. More so, the smell of luxurious dishes inside the grand hall would be enough to water the mouths of the guests.
Invitations were extended not only to the nobility within the capital but also throughout the empire, welcoming all to partake in the feast as long as they came from noble houses. The theme, as initially requested by your husband, was black and silver to match the regalia, although this theme did not extend to the guests. They were free to choose their attire as they pleased, with the only restriction being to avoid the loud colors that represented Astheryn.Â
It was well-known that Caelumâs nobility enjoyed flaunting their wealth and status among themselves, further highlighting the perception of the empire as superficial and governed by leaders who indulged in unethical opulence. While you may have denied such rumors, the truth remained: such ostentatious display of wealth was a century-long tradition upheld by the Gojou family to showcase the Caelum Empire as the wealthiest and most powerful across the central continent. If there was anyone Satoru should blame for this excessive extravagance, it should be his ancestors. Not you.
As the empress of this nation and the person who oversaw these types of celebrations, you saw it fit to wear an elegant gown befitting your status. You were dressed in a majestic gown of midnight black velvet, intricately embroidered with religious motifs and adorned with pearls and jewels that glimmered in the candlelight. A towering headpiece, resplendent with silver filigree and bedight with twisted crosses and angelic figures, rested upon your head as a symbol of your pretentious reverence for the church. You moved through the banquet hall with regal grace and elegance, a vision of piety and power, with your outward display of devotion masking the darkness of your thoughts inside.Â
Next to you was your tyrant husband, whose attire was an obsidian velvet of the finest kind. Around his waist was a thick belt of black leather cinching the robe, its buckle emblazoned with the imperial insignia. His chest was bedecked with a chainmail hauberk, a display to his martial prowess and readiness for battle, while a silver mantle was draped over his shoulders, adding to his imposing presence. Upon his head sat a crown of gleaming silver encrusted with onyx and obsidian stones.Â
âLong live the Emperor and the Empress! May Their Majesties reign be blessed!âÂ
Upon your entrance down the staircase to the Grand Hall, the guests offered their curtsies and salutations to you and your husband to show their deference and recognition to the imperialty. The nobles had their chance at a brief greeting with the imperial family based on their ranking, although Satoru showed little to no care for those at the lower ranks. Nonetheless, those of lower statuses devotedly sought to curry his favor and prove their allegiance to him.Â
He is nothing but a fool, you thought inwardly as you watched your husband dismiss a mere count. Satoru must not have realized that those he considered of lower ranking were often the most loyal to him. They were driven by their wish to climb the upper echelon of high society, therefore, they would go to great lengths to gain recognition from the emperor. Conversely, if push comes to shove, those of higher statuses would be the first ones to turn their backs on the imperial family, as they already possessed the wealth and status to sustain their own estates and exclude themselves from the rest of the empire.Â
âLords and Ladies, esteemed guests, and subjects of my realm,â Satoru spoke with gracious authority as he stood by his throne, looking down on the nobility before him, âI stand before you on this very occasion, the commencement of a new year, to address the empire that rests beneath my unwavering rule. As your Emperor, I look upon the vast land that stretches beneath me, and aim to build great cities, forge mighty alliances, and expand our dominion to the farthest reaches of the known world. Tonight, we gather not merely to celebrate the turning of the calendar, but to reaffirm the absolute authority that guides our great empire.Â
Let it be known, plainly and honorably, that the prosperity of this realm is intrinsically tied to the strength of its ruler. In my hands, I hold the reins of power, and I shall steer this ship through tumultuous waters with an unshakable resolve. Those who seek to challenge the stability of our empire will find themselves met with the full force of imperial might.Â
Let this banquet serve as a reminderâa celebration of the empireâs indomitable strength and an acknowledgment of the consequences that befall those who dare to defy it. Raise your goblets high, my loyal subjects, for we embark upon another year under the banner of unassailable authority.â
Satoru might be a terrible spouse, but he certainly was not a terrible emperor. He asserted his authority when it demanded him the most, and he knew well enough how to make his subjects cower in terror at every word he spoke. His speech was a simple warning not only to the nobles, but perhaps also to you, as he believed the prophecy pictured you as a traitor to his reign.Â
Initially, you could say he was wrong and that never in a million years would you betray the same person you helped ascend the throne. But now that his resolve was to entirely eliminate you in order to succeed in his ambitions, you would not deny such grave accusations of treason on your part. He deserved a taste of his own medicine. It was only too bad for him that he had no knowledge of what you knew, and that was exactly why you were ten steps ahead of him.Â
The sound of classical music served as a backdrop for the banquet, with the dulcet sounds of flutes, harps, and viols creating an elegant ambiance through the hall. The nobles worked on their usual slobber and socialization, usually reserved for recently debuted ladies to mark their own impressions within high society. The males were often there to discuss lands and politics or to be in search of their bride who would become the next noble ladies of their respective houses. The scene reminded you of your happy days as a once noble lady, a daughter of a duke, who was also the most popular and most eligible bride for Crown Prince Satoru among all of the nobility within the Caelum Empire. Back then, your biggest rivals were Lady Anastasia de Florentine and Lady Serena de Visconti. Both ladies came from esteemed houses and had therefore become a threat to your desire to be Crown Princess. In terms of beauty, talent, and elegance; they were definitely strong contenders. What they lacked was the wit, the cunningness in which you pride yourself with, as you ended up becoming Satoruâs choice as his empress.Â
You were aware that Satoru spent his years as a prince dallying with other noble ladies, even courtesans, as he himself was fair in the face. And he was aware that the ill-fate that had befallen some of those ladies were due to your own cruel doing. You tormented any lady that vied for his attention. It was not until he gave in and got to know what you offered did he stop fooling around with random whores, deeming them unworthy to stand next to him as they served no purpose for him in the long run. You offered a better role to him than the rest of them, especially with your skill as a tactician and your familyâs background in the military and weaponry department, which all came in handy at the time of his usurpation to the throne.Â
In other words, he knew how evil you could be from day one. And benefited from you because of it.Â
âWhat troubles you?â he asked, holding your waist and your hand as you both gracefully danced in pavane. His hair was neatly brushed away from his forehead tonight, with a few stubborn strands dangling on the side. âYou are unusually quiet.âÂ
You stared at his bright blue eyes coruscating under the chandeliers, noticing how his gaze wandered to a noble lady. âIt is of no concern to you.âÂ
Satoru then narrowed his eyes at your coldness. âIt concerns me greatly. What foolish game are you playing?âÂ
âA foolish act of playing the role of your wife,â you replied, brief and stern. âDoes this banquet please you? I have invited the empireâs most beautiful and eligible ladies to be your concubines. All of noble birth and of age, so fret not. You may choose anyone to your liking. May the best suit you.â
The offense you caused was evident in his visage. As much as it entertained you, he was clearly enraged and on the verge of losing it. You already knew he would just remind you yet again that he wanted to remarry instead of getting a concubine, but it was too good of a reaction to pass up on. In fact, he stared at you blankly, speechless for a few moments as he processed the implications of your words. âThis is the game you play?â he murmurs through gritted teeth, a hint of a scowl forming on his face. Conflicting emotions surged within him, a mixture of anger and hurt, yet ultimately he chose not to give you the reaction you seemed to seek. âI will humor you. Where are these concubines you speak of?â
You scoffed, and then laughed out loud to the point where it gained the curious stares of the nobles. âSearch everywhere, and perhaps your eager eyes may find them,â you replied with absolute delight. âBut that is all they shall beâmere concubines. If you prefer someone younger than me and a virgin, that is also possibleââ
âDo not get smart with me,â Satoru warned, grabbing a tight hold of your chin. The muscles along his jaw tensed. âYou are but a petulant wench, a mere ornament beside my throne, lacking the wit and wisdom to grasp the gravity of imperial decree. The issue of remarriage is not a subject for jest. Know your place, woman, and consider the consequences of your impudence.â
âIs that a threat?â You returned his glare, now feeling all eyes on the both of you. The thick air of tension permeated the hall like a cloud of incoming thunderstorm.
The emperor was not one to show weakness in front of public eyes, now displaying an authoritarian mien to his wife as he tightened his hold on your jaw. âTake it as you may.â Â
In defense to your wounded pride, you shoved his hand away and maintained a rigid poise. âKeep your filthy hands off me, you usurping tyrant.âÂ
As tension crackled through the hall, a hushed unease descended upon the assembled guests. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like a gathering tornado, and uneasy glances were darted between the nobles and servants as they witnessed the brewing disagreements of their imperial rulers. Some averted their gaze, feigning disinterest, while others leaned in with rapt attention, hungry for the spectacle unfolding before them.Â
Meanwhile, Satoru was forcing a laugh at your chosen insult. Calling him a usurper really hit a nerve, as always. âWatch that foul-tongued mouth,â he warned once more, âBarren wretch!â
Approaching one of the palace sentinels halfway across the hall, you countered your husbandâs heavy footsteps by drawing out a sword from a knightâs scabbard, thereupon making a swift turn to point the silver brand directly at his throat. You had not even realized that it was Suguruâs sword that you took. Deadly silence instantly spanned the hallway, and even the tick tock of the nearby clock had stopped because of the rising tension between Caleumâs reigning monarchs.Â
But with one sword raised at the emperorâs neck, twenty more were directed back at the empress. Satoruâs loyal knights were quick to trap you in full circle to protect their sovereign ruler, forcing you to submit and restrain yourself from moving the sword any closer to the emperorâs throat.Â
Unfortunately for him, being submissive was no longer in your repertoire.Â
âYou dare commit treason in my own palace?!â Your husbandâs venomous blue eyes bore holes into your skullâhis mouth thinning in displeasure as you stayed unwavered by his imperious tone. âYou are too brave for an empress consort!âÂ
âThat is rich coming from a usurper himself!â you countered, satisfied by the spasm of irritation crossing his face. âHave as many concubines and courtesans as you wish, but never disrespect me in front of my people. Do not treat me as if I am lower than a mistress simply because I have not borne you a child. Do not dare to look down upon me, for I am an empress first, before I am your wife.â
What kind of psychopath was that man, truly?Â
You left the hall as soon as you said those prideful words, no longer wishing to hear what more intelligible things he had to say to you and of the preposterous scene in which you engaged. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much you had come to despise every fiber of his being. He was an ungrateful imbecile who would slay his own kin at the price of his ambitions. You may have started the quarrel, but he did not need to escalate it and put his filthy blood-stained hands on you in front of the nobles. His goal might be to put you in your rightful place. However, he chose the wrong person to be his empress. That choice alone was the start of his tragic flaw.Â
And with that disrespect would soon come his downfall.Â
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ACT VIII
Satoru struggled to comprehend the shift in your demeanor toward him and the words you chose to speak to him. He found your behavior baffling, as if you had lost touch with reason to be acting such a lunatic. You were out of your bloody mind! What could have driven you to act so irrationally, becoming incensed at every little remark he made? Was it solely because he expressed a desire to remarry for the sake of an heir and requested you to step down from your throne? No, your anger seemed to stem from deeper roots than mere marital disagreements. The hostility in your eyes said so, and it was the kind that mirrored the animosity he had witnessed in his ancestors towards their rival empire. That was the level of rancor you had of him.Â
Or could this be the dreaded prophecy coming to life?Â
Maximilian had been warning him that the prophecy was becoming truer day-by-day, and that the only way to ultimately prevent it was to banish you. It should be easy, truly, since Satoru had no problems slaying his own kin and hundreds of men. Why should another soul like yours cause such an impact on him?Â
Yet, Satoru found himself unable to take that step. The reasons eluded him. What he despised, however, was your increasing defiance. You were no longer the submissive wife he had grown accustomed to. Albeit your inherently strong personality, you had never before lashed out at him, insulted him, raised your voice, or shown him any form of antagonism. You always let him win arguments and understand your place. Extravagant gifts like luxurious silk dresses, rare jewels, and exotic fragrances used to be enough to maintain your compliance. Were his gifts no longer sufficient to appease you? What more did you desire from him?Â
Love?Â
How preposterous. Love was no gift.
The emperor cussed under his breath as he slid the robe off his shoulder and stepped inside the tub, soaking his naked body under the warm fragrant water. He raked his fingers through his wet, white hair, leaning his head back as he stared at the ceiling. It never occurred to him that his eyebrows had furrowed as his thoughts of you had consumed him. A small part of him yearned to punish you for your recent behavior, while a larger part of him longed to pursue you. He desired to regain your trust and devotion, no matter how absurd it might seem to others. How else could he manipulate someone who harbored such animosity towards him? You had been easier to control when you saw him past his selfishness, turning a blind eye as long as he played the role of the loyal husband.
Fine, if it was disloyalty that enraged you so, then he would show you. In another way. That the loyalty you seek still possessed him somewhere.Â
The subject of his plan stood in his privy chamber, assisting him as he bathed that morning. He had long noticed this particular servantâs subtle attempts at seducing him, but had always chosen to ignore her as he never felt tempted to indulge. Instead, he found it somewhat amusing that she would willingly display her body to him in private settings like this. Perhaps, he mused, it was a message to him, indicating her desire to ascend to high society by becoming his concubine. She likely sought to escape her life as a mere peasant and elevate herself to the status of a noble lady. She may have even heard of his sexual escapades back then as a wayward prince who entertained different ladies in his chamber before he married you. That was probably why she wanted to take advantage of the carnal weakness that she thought still lingered within him.Â
This strumpet. Satoru scoffed inwardly as he watched his personal maid pick up the bottle of lavender oil from the floor. She had purposely unbuttoned the top most part of her attire so that her voluptuous breasts would pop out like two balloons sitting on her chests. Appearance wise, it was clear that she had tried to put on cheap rouge from vermillion or beetroot juice, tinting her lips a brighter red than usual to complement her fiery, ginger hair. Her eyes were lined sharp from the soot, as though she was trying to resemble the empressâ seductive eyes.Â
âYour Majesty,â she spoke in a seductive voice, finding her seat at the edge of the tub as she poured the fragrant oil on the hot water. She raised her skirt higher as an obvious attempt to show off her legs, and offered a better view of her huge breasts as she leaned forward. Now that she was closer to him, he could see her taut nipples peeking behind her thin layer of clothing. âDo you wish for me to bathe you?â
His lips may have curled upwards into a smirk, but his eyes were as terrifyingly sharp as ever. âDo you want to die?â
Her eyes widened in surprise, feigning her innocence as she received his warning. âNo, Your Majesty! I do not wish so.âÂ
âWhy do you presume your body to be more desirable than the empressâs?â he challenged, aiming to deflate her pride and turn her foolishness to his advantage. She would serve as the perfect pawn to regain his wifeâs favor. âMy wife has the most flawless figure I have seen in a woman, and yours is what? Do you boast of your breasts that resemble a cowâs?â
âIâŠâ The servant stammered, clearly offended as she got up from her seat and attempted to mask the embarrassment that appeared on her face. Satoru raised an eyebrow and waited for her response, while she gathered her courage to deny his claims. âForgive me, my lord, if I have offended you.âÂ
Satoru shook his head in amusement. âWhat is your aim, then, if not to manipulate me into bedding you? I do not associate with trollops.â
Caught red-handed, she stumbled and bowed her head at the lowest possible level before him. âI beg your pardon, Your Imperial Majesty! I merely sought to assist you in the birthing of an heir. I am not barren like Her Majesty the Empress, and I can assure you I will bear fruit even if you only do me once.âÂ
âGet on your knees,â he ordered, stepping out of the tub and wrapping his bare body with a robe. âAre you certain of that?â
Her eyes pleaded for desperation to become his mistress. âCertain, yes! I am certain, my lord! And I will be a loyal subject to you unlike the empressââ
âPardon?â As if her words intrigued his ears. In a swift motion, he turned to the servant and looked down at her with his cold, scrutinizing eyes. âUnlike the empress? Repeat your words with caution. You are maligning the most noble woman of this empire.âÂ
It did look like she found her way out of his criticism by directing his ill-temper towards his wife. âYour Majesty, I do not mean to slander your wife. However, it is true that Her Majesty is engaged in an affair with your commander of knights! I saw the empress and Sir Suguru in an intimate embrace some days ago, hurrying through the halls as if they did not wish to be seen!âÂ
The emperorâs expression hardened at the servantâs accusation, his brows furrowing with disbelief and anger. His hand tightened into a fist as he processed the shocking revelation.
âAre you telling the truth?â His voice was low, carrying a dangerous edge that hinted at the storm brewing within him. The accusation struck at the very core of his trust and authority.
The servant's gaze faltered under the weight of the emperor's scrutiny, but she remained resolute. âYour Majesty, I speak only of what I have witnessed with my own eyes. By my oath and by the sanctity of God, I swear upon all that is sacred, it is no lie.â
Satoruâs mind raced with conflicting emotions, but he showed none of his inward thoughts outwardly. Instead, he delighted in this ideal opportunity for him to deal with gaining your devotion again.Â
âUndress yourself. I want you bare and without any clothing,â he said, his voice cold and measured, âAnd you shall remain in this chamber until my return.â
With that, the emperor swept out of the privy chamber at once, leaving behind a stunned and apprehensive servant. She believed it to be her sign of good luck. Of good fate. That she now found her place as a mistress to the highest ruler of this nation. She could not believe her destiny as she triumphantly unclothed herself, peeling every fabric off her body with excitement as she imagined the things the emperor would do to her upon his return. She would definitely have to deal with his wrath since he just found out that the empress betrayed her, but she was willing to have him use her body and let his anger out on his adulterous wife. An emperor with a distracted mind would be her ticket to being impregnated by his child. Soon, she would be his concubine, she would be the mother of a future emperor.Â
She would never again have to suffer as a servant!Â
Upon the sound of footsteps nearing the privy chamber, the servant provocatively sat at the edge of the tub, displaying all of her body to him and him alone. âYour Majesty, I am ready for you.âÂ
âAre you?âÂ
Horror washed over the servantâs face, her heartbeat increasing tenfold as she saw the empress sending an icy stare into her as she stood by the privy chamberâs entrance. Behind her were her ladies-in-waiting throwing their judgeful stares at the naked servant, surrounded by knights who seemed to have come under the emperorâs orders. The emperor! There he was, appearing behind the empress, kissing her cheek and encircling her waist, whispering to her that the servant had attempted to seduce him and had even accused his wife of infidelity. Satoruâs actions struck the servant as reminiscent of a child tattling to his mother. He adopted an air of artificial innocence, as if his only intention were to win the empressâs trust.
âSend this harlot to the throne room,â he commanded his knights, his voice loud and clear. âLet it be known that there will be consequences for those who dare to deceive their emperor.â
At the throne room, you found yourself seated at the elevated throne next to your husband. This was a place in the castle where the trials of the accused were often held, and now the accused kneeling before you on the lower part of the hall was a lowly maid which Satoru had claimed to have seduced him and besmirched your name.Â
Did he think you were stupid? You knew what his ulterior motives were. You were aware of his covert schemes, and that his sole attempt at orchestrating this entire spectacle was to use the maid to regain your trust and obedience out of gratitude. He was clearly at an unrest ever since you had been defiant to him and he was doing the best that he could to make you submit to him. He was desperate to show you that he was on your side, believing that by reporting the maidâs advances, he could convince you of his loyalty. Satoru must truly underestimate your intelligence if he thought that such acts would restore his control over you. But for the sake of a good show, you decided to play along.Â
As customary, the emperor presided over the trial, while the accused maid stood before the imperialty, her eyes downcast, while whispers could be heard through the assembled courtiers.
Satoru announced her sin in a commanding yet measured voice. âMaiden, you stand accused of attempting to seduce the sovereign and spreading slanderous falsehoods regarding Her Majestyâs honor. These are grave charges that strike at the very foundation of our empire.âÂ
The accused maid trembled slightly but remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. She seemed to be having a battle in her head, realizing that she was being used by the emperorâs cruel game. What did she expect of him? You rolled your eyes. Satoru was a known tyrant. She would never last a day being his mistress, much less a concubine. You were the only lady in this empire that could handle him.
The emperor then turned to you as he continued with his speech. âAs for you, my wife, you have been accused of a betrayal that, if true, would bring shame upon the imperial family.â He paused, his expression grave yet contemplative. âTherefore, I shall leave the judgment and punishment of this matter in your hands. Only you know the truth of these accusations, and it is your virtue and integrity that will determine our course of justice.â
You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this was. Now he was even entrusting the maidâs punishment to you? His tactic obviously consisted of two things: 1) giving you the authority to impose punishment on the accused would make you liable for the consequences tied to the matter 2) if proven not guilty, you would have to face the shame of your misguided punishment. Because Satoru was not certain that you were having an affair, he was putting you on the spot to decide the punishment you would give based on your conscience.Â
Either that or he may have simply intended to convey trust in your judgment by allowing you to administer punishment. This could be a gesture aimed at restoring your sense of authority and influence within the palace. However, given the complexities of your relationship and the context of the situation, it was likely that his motives were more layered and multifaceted.
âHow do you feel about it, Empress?â Satoru asked, his demeanor strangely calm. âPerhaps we could administer ten or twenty lashes? Or have her confined to the dungeons?â
Oh, did he assume you were not capable of being creative with punishments? You were not one to shy away from brutality like him. In fact, you had something better in store for this servant of his.Â
The courtiers listened intently, their eyes locked upon you as you spoke. âIt is my judgment that the maid shall be subjected to the punishment befitting her transgressions.â
A hushed murmur erupted through the assembled crowd as they awaited the empressâs decree.
âFirstly, the maid shall be paraded through the streets of our capital, stripped of her garments and bearing the shame of her actions for all to see. Let her walk the path of humility, that she may reflect upon the consequences of her deeds.â Your cruel words carried a weight of overwhelming gravity as you announced the first part of the punishment and proceeded to the next. âFurthermore, the maid shall be delivered unto the custody of our executioners, who shall mete out the final aspect of her punishment. Let her be subjected to the pear of anguish, that she may atone for her sins and serve as a warning to all who would dare besmirch the name of their sovereign.â
The courtiers exchanged somber glances, trembling out of fear at the severity of your inhumane judgment. Even Satoru himself was shocked at the lengths you had chosen to take just to punish a lowly maid. Why was he surprised? He, himself, was entertained at the usage of the brazen bull, roasting his enemies alive as a punishment. The pear of anguish was not even as severe as his usual choices, as its purpose was to have a pear-shaped instrument be inserted in the maidâs vagina, and expand it to the point of internal injuries and mutilation.Â
âNo! No! Your Majesty!â she cried, her words choked with emotion. She quivered in terror and fell to her knees. âI implore you, have mercy on me! Spare me from such unspeakable agony! Forgive me for my transgressions and the harm I have caused. Please, grant me the chance to repent and seek forgiveness. I shall never again show myself to you. I beg of you, Empress Y/N, spare me from this horror!â
Her voice echoed through the hall with her desperate plea for clemency amidst the shadow of her impending doom. In the silence that followed, your eyes caught the guilt spreading on Satoruâs face. His blue eyes were, for a second, wide and horrified. But he was quick to compose himself and keep yet again a rigid face.Â
âVery well.â Satoru gestured to his knights to take the maid away. âDo as my wife says.âÂ
âMy liege, this is preposterous!â In the midst of the tense atmosphere, one advisor, a voice of dissent, stepped forward, his expression grave and his tone measured. Lord Maximilian was only intending to address the emperor, completely ignoring your right as the empress. âYour Majesty, the Emperor,â the advisor spoke respectfully but with conviction, âI humbly beseech you to reconsider this severe course of action. The pear of anguish, in particular, is a device of unparalleled cruelty. The punishment is more severe than the crime committed!â He paused, choosing his words carefully. âI propose a more measured punishment, one that upholds the dignity of your sovereign without plunging us into the depths of brutality. Perhaps a period of confinement or hard labor could serve as a more merciful yet effective means of retribution. This way, Your Majesty, we demonstrate both strength and compassion that define thy sovereign rule.â
âCompassion?â you scoffed, humored by Lord Maximilianâs little speech. His pretentiousness was truly out of this world. He was obviously against it because he refused to see your authority over the court restored. He had not even a single idea that you were already aware that he had been conspiring with your husband to execute you. âYou speak of compassion and mercy, Lord Maximilian, when this empire had seen the ruthless perish of a thousand Christian souls under your counsel to the emperor. Is that not ironic? What about the fate of his lordship, Count Stefano, whom you ordered to be skinned alive? And what of the men whose corpses were speared on pikes by the Tiber River? Now, tell me about that compassion.âÂ
Satoru, stuck in the situation, scanned the throne room and searched for his voice of reason. The man who always stood his ground between good and evil. Lord Nanami. Yet the man was nowhere to be found. âIs Lord Nanami present? Summon him to me.âÂ
âI am afraid not, my liege,â spoke one of the courtiers, âHe had left Your Majesty a letter advising of his immediate need to be on a sabbatical. He cited no reasons as to why.â
âIs that so?â your husbandâs face contorted into confusion, while you were exchanging glances with Suguru, who seemed slightly aware of your participation in Nanamiâs sudden absence. However, he spoke no words about it.Â
And no one else also said another word, therefore, leaving Satoru to move forward with your decision on the punishment. If he was smart, he should see that your decision was not just a mere punishment to the maid but as a warning from you, that he was not the only person in this empire capable of being a tyrant. That you, as devoted as you used to be, could also be cruel if you wanted to be.Â
You ignored the maidâs screams of terror as the knights took her away. You kept a dignified appearance and walked out of the throne room, followed by your ladies-in-waiting as they engaged in gossip about the maid and how she had always spoken badly of the empress. You wished you cared, but truthfully, you were far too nauseated as you walked through the hallway heading towards the western wing of the castle, hearing your husbandâs voice calling your name.Â
What did he need? Your gratitude? Your declaration of love? Your pledge of allegiance?Â
Frankly, you cared none, as your extreme nausea eventually had your visions blurred, and your body fainting on the marble floor.Â
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ACT IX
Your head ached.
By the time you opened your eyes again, it was already past noon. No, it was evening, was it? You were lying in Satoruâs bed while its owner was engrossed in a conversation with a physician. You briefly recounted the events before you were carried here, remembering the trial at the throne room, and how you fainted while walking back to your side of the palace.Â
âAre you certain?âÂ
âI am certain Her Majesty is with child, yes.âÂ
âHow is that possible? We have tried for eight long years.âÂ
âWe owe this blessing to God, my liege. Your desire for an heir has been granted.âÂ
You were⊠with child?Â
You could not believe it. As the whispered revelation reached your ears, the news brought you a swirl of emotions, for the delicate life growing within your womb just challenged the very foundations of your plans. A child. A baby. A life was growing inside of you! It was not just any other life, but an heir to the throne! A byproduct of you and your husband!
But what about your revenge?Â
You had a moment of introspection as you imagined yourself at a crossroad of destiny. Should you persist with your plot to topple your husbandâs rule, or should you embrace the newfound responsibility and safeguard the legacy that had taken root within you? The precipice of your decision would depend on Satoruâs reaction to this matter. Your decision would fall upon his level of trust in you.Â
For eight years, you had always wanted to carry his child. You had always dreamed of bearing his heir. This was the very reason why the prophecy existed in the first place, and now that you were pregnant, should that mean that he would no longer find the need to remarry and execute you? Should that mean that the prophecy was false after all? The oracle was a heretic through and through and he never should have consulted with her to begin with.
âMy wife.â The gentle caress of Satoruâs voice soothed your aching head. It only took you then to realize that the physician had already left you two alone, and now your husband was sitting on the edge of his bed, touching your cheek. âTo think,â he mumbled, his voice tinged with wonder, âthat our union has borne fruit at last. Now, we have an heir to carry my legacy.âÂ
He was joyous. He was surging with happiness which was glowing within him, the kind of joy that you had never seen before as he embraced his beloved wife and shared the news. For a moment, your heart melted and you were ready to forsake the grudge you carried in your heart as he proved his reaction to be genuine. His eyes sparkled like jewels as he placed a soft kiss on your belly, then moving to press his lips onto yours.Â
You wanted to cry. You wanted to tear up as never in your life had you received this much level of affection from your own husband. He had never looked at you with such adoration and respect for the longest time since he had been with you. No, this was the very first time he had truly acknowledged you as his wife.Â
âAm I no longer useless to your eyes?â you asked, carrying a hint of sadness on your tone despite smiling at him. âWill I no longer bear the title of a barren empress?âÂ
Satoru solemnly shook his head and kissed your hand, your cheek, and your lips. âNo. Each tongue that rises against my wife shall fall.âÂ
You were uncertain whether it was you or him who pulled each other for an embrace, but the gravity that brought you to two together was of mutual force. He held you in his arms tenderly just as you enveloped yourself in his warmth. So this is how it feels like to be loved? You were in complete bliss. You were free from the emotional torment thatâ
Knock, knock!Â
The abrupt knock on the door interrupted the intimate moment between you and your husband, diverting his attention to the intruder who dared disrupt the special moment. Satoru, no doubt, was already thinking of potential punishments in his mind as he summoned his attendant to enter. The attendant conveyed that a knight sought an urgent audience with him, but what could be so urgent at this dead of night?Â
The intruder, to your surprise, was none other than his knight commander, Suguru.Â
âSuguru?â Satoru faced him with a more lenient countenance, âSpeak briefly.âÂ
The knight commander glanced at you before he knelt on one knee and looked at the carpeted floor, delivering a message that required urgent and utmost attention. âYour Imperial Majesty, we have discovered a group of knights clad in silver armor, mounted upon war horses lining the cityâs border. My men have identified the potential invaders as the Aurorae Heavy Cavalry of the Astheryn Empire.âÂ
âWhat?!â Just like Satoruâs explosive reaction, you were also surprised by the news. You knew Astheryn was ready for war, but you did not expect them to move so rashly. Satoru knew he was right to conduct a military inspection a week prior, because now, in spite of his growing temperament, he was also mentally prepared for an all-out war. âThose Astheryn bastards! How many are they?!âÂ
âEstimated at about 1000 units, my liege.âÂ
Your eyes widened in disbelief. A thousand foreign soldiers stationed at the border of the Caelum Empire was undeniably an invasion. The audacity of this act, carried out without any prior communication to Satoru, no wonder fueled his anger like a volcano on the brink of eruption. It was a blatant disrespect to him as an emperor and to his lands as an empire.
âDouble the numbers of our infantrymen and dispatch them to the border!â Satoruâs voice carried a low growl, his hand instinctively reaching to massage his temples as he pondered a course of action. âThey must comprise our most elite unit. I demand these men be vigilant and alert at all times. Anyone caught sleeping will have their eyes gouged,â he ordered, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation. His eyes held fury in them as he silently paced back and forth in his chamber. However, just as Suguru made to depart, Satoruâs hand halted him mid-step. âBetter yet, remain here and stand guard over my wife,â he commanded, his voice taut with resolve. âI will issue the orders to the army personally and confer with my chief tactician.â
Your husband had already left before you could even stop him. His presence, in a mere blink of an eye, was gone as he stormed out of the chamber, yelling out, âThat bastard Toji will die by my hands. How dare he!âÂ
And now you were left with his commander of knights, Suguru, who looked at you in concern as you made an attempt to get out of bed. He was quick to catch you in his arms, guiding you to walk carefully. âIs it true?â you asked, face inches close to him. You could feel his hand on your waist, and the other guiding your arm. âAstherynâs invasion?âÂ
âEmpress, it is of utmost importance that you remain within the safety of His Majestyâs chamber," Suguru advised, his fox-like eyes seemingly enamored by your face. âYour well-being is paramount, particularly at this moment. I understand now why you have been looking so radiant.â
You smiled at his words. "And what might you be implying by that?"
âThat our beautiful empress bears the heir to the empire,â he spoke softly. âThis is a direct contradiction to the prophecy. Are you happy, my lady?â
As you nodded, you felt Suguru placing a gentle kiss above your hand, still kneeling before you like a true, loyal knight. He looked at you with a gaze filled with the desire to protect. His chivalry was evident in his demeanor toward you, the most beautiful lady of the empire. Unbeknownst to you, Suguru had long been captivated by your beauty. From the moment he first came to your familyâs estate to train as a knight, he harbored a wanton desire for you. Yet, he struggled with his feelings, torn between his admiration for you and his loyalty to Satoru, his friend and lord. How could he? He should punish himself for having a mere attraction to the emperorâs wife.Â
âSuguru, I expect you to be loyal to me until the very end,â you interrupted his reverie, bringing him back to the present. âCan I count on that from you?â
Before the knight could respond, a fit of unhinged laughter echoed through the chamber. There, your crazed husband walked in, his sardonically joyful eyes wide with paranoia. âHa ha ha! Absurd! Utterly preposterous!â His loud voice reverberated through the walls, his mind now free of the on-going invasion and was instead evidently consumed by the scene before him. âMy wife, you jest, surely? Suguru, tell me this is some jest! Loyalty, indeed, I have full faith in your loyalty, but this... the maidâs accusation. It is true after all?!âÂ
Immediately, the knight commander moved away from you and scrambled to kneel down at the furious emperor. You yourself could not hide your growing anxiety, but it was best to keep calm and explain the situation to your husband properly.Â
âMy liege, it is not what you think,â Suguru swore to your husband, who was now laughing maniacally.Â
âAh, so you two conspired!â Satoruâs eyes darted between you and his friend. âI see it now, the hidden plots, the whispers in the shadows. My wife and my loyal knight, plotting against me. Speak, reveal the treachery!âÂ
You shook your head, maintaining your composure. âHe is telling the truth. There is no affairââ
âSilence, you wicked bitch!â By this time, Satoru was throwing a tantrum, kicking the nearby console table and throwing the first vase he saw.Â
Suguru rose, his voice pleading, "Your Majesty, I..."
âGet out or I will eviscerate you in front of her!â Satoruâs words cut through the tension, and Suguru, after a moment of hesitation, took a deep breath and left, casting a worried glance at you before exiting. It was clear that Satoru was in a state of manic denial, with his laughter echoing through the chamber like a haunting refrain.
Alone with him now, you observed his demeanor, noting the same scene of past trauma in his laughter. It was reminiscent of the night his sister perished for committing suicideâa portrait of a man on the brink of madness, masking his torment with deranged laughter. Each step he took towards you carried danger. âThis... This child you carry is a bastard, isnât it? That child is not mine!â
You shot him a look of disbelief, refusing to entertain such absurd accusations. âYou are talking nonsense!â
Enraged, he seized another vase and hurled it across the room, the sound of shattering porcelain ringing through the chamber, though you maintained your composure despite the sudden chaos. You must not act weak in front of a tyrant. At this rate, he could kill out of impulse, but you were careful not to pull the trigger.
âMy wife thinks I am lost in a mire of absurdity?â Satoruâs laugh rang in your ears again. âConniving bitch! Tell me, what am I to do with this wretched child you carry? Shall I slice open your belly and rip it out myself?â
Slap! A resounding slap, sharp and clear, graced Satoruâs cheek as his words drew tears from your eyes. Despite the welling tears, you mustered enough courage to respond. âIf you question the lineage of this child, is that not a questioning of your own fertility? Do you deem yourself barren, unable to sire your own bloodline? If so, you have long scorned me for lacking an heir, yet now you cast doubt upon the child that I carry. Useless, you have called me. Now, useless, you call yourself! A barren emperor, unable to secure his own legacy. Is that what you perceive yourself to be?â
âHold that tongue, you impudent wench!â With a rough hand, he grabbed your arm and tightened his hold so much so that it would leave bruises. âHere I stand, grappling with a war that has the power to shape or shatter my own legacy, while my own wife wanders about like a wanton whore?â
A whore? You laughed, as equally maniacal as him. No, a lot worse than him. How foolish of you to think that your husband was someone you could trust your life with? You could not believe that you almost let your guard down in front of him after you learned that you were carrying his child. Yet here he was, spouting nonsense like an absolute fool. He only judged what he saw, not analyzed what he was yet to know. This was exactly why Emperor Toji would always be a smarter ruler than him.Â
âI am your wife, and I have stood by your side through thick and thin. I have shared your lows and highs. I have seated you at that very throne! Therefore, I will not dignify such insults with a response.â Each word left your mouth with gritted teeth. This was your future, peeled off for your eyes to see. No matter how much you cared for him, no matter how loyal you were to him, no matter how much love you offered to him; you were nothing but a woman ready to be thrown at his disposal. It hurt. Truly, it hurt. And because you loved him, you tried holding onto the thin string of hope that he was true to you. That even if he could not love you, he still trusted you. That was the foundation of your relationship from the beginning. Trust. And that will be your ultimatum to him. So, with a shaky voice and tearful eyes, you asked, âI require nothing else from you but this⊠do you even trust me?âÂ
His answer was a make or break.Â
His answer would determine whether you would carry your plans out or not.Â
Because if he said yes, then you would forsake everything and be loyal to him without his unconditional love.Â
But if he said no, then there was no point at being his wife when your role would always be easily replaced.Â
Satoruâs stolid mien was an answer in itself, because his blank gaze and unsympathetic expression sent your heart to the ninth circle of hell. âNo,â he declared, âI never have and never will.âÂ
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ACT X
Four days.Â
Or perhaps five?Â
The days blurred into an indistinguishable haze since your husbandâs decree consigned you to the confines of the west tower. Unlike the dungeon, reserved for commoners and lower ranks, the western tower housed nobility and imperial captives. Though superior in amenities, it remained a prison in essence. There was only a solitary window within the cell that offered a scant glimpse of the world beyond. The view was barely within your reach as it was too high up for you to be able to see outside.Â
You were treated no less than a rebel. Accused of treason. Accused of infidelity. Your reputation as an empress was tarnished, excluded from social circles, excommunicated by the churchâat least, these were some of the things you have heard from the passerby, the attendants who do their nightly rounds in the west tower. The attendants and guards themselves no longer respected you, although you could still sense that they were cautious around you. Afraid that if the emperor were to change his mind and release you, that you would remember their faces and get back at them with brutal repercussions.Â
It was entertaining, truly. It was even more humorous to watch the attendant serve you with soup and bread day and night. Judging by the distinct odor, the soup was laced with arsenic. Someone was definitely trying to poison you, but you were certain that it was not orchestrated by Satoru. Not him. He was too stupid to conjure such a plan as it also contradicted his penchant for more direct and violent approaches. If he wanted to assassinate someone, he would rather crack their skulls or slash them in half. He was too bloodthirsty to kill someone by means of poison.Â
So that left you with one person: Lord Maximilian.Â
Your father, the Grand Duke, promptly sent you a letter after hearing that you were locked up in the west tower, assuring you of his efforts to persuade Satoru to release you and clear your name, demanding your innocence be proved to the empire. He also cautioned that it might be a considerable amount of time before your husband could address your case, given the pressing matter of the Astherean armyâs invasion on Caelumâs borders. In your head, you knew Satoru was having a hard time dealing with the military conflict without your counsel. It was your mind that staged the coup, leading him to his succession ten years ago. Now, without you, he was faced with difficulty. He did not even have Nanami by his side to guide him through the war.Â
You laughed. Good for him.Â
On the seventh day, your father wrote again. This time, he informed you that there was a ceasefire between Caelum and Astheryn. Apparently, Caelum was struck by the bubonic plague. Astheryn withdrew its cavalry out of fear of losing their soldiers from the Black Death, while Caleans were left to suffer from the spreading disease. The citizens were going mad, panic was ensuing, and there was food shortage everywhere. No one knew what the cause was nor how to cure it. He said those who had caught the disease would fall to their deaths in a matter of days.Â
You laughed again. That is my own doing, father.Â
Three days later, another missive arrived from the Grand Duke, informing you of his recent audience with Satoru. Your father let you know that the Emperor still held a lingering wrath towards you, but he confirmed that your trial would be scheduled shortly. The letter also conveyed unsettling rumors of your potential deposition, suggesting that Satoru entertained matrimonial negotiations with Princess Katarina from the Kingdom of Ellesmere.
You laughed even more. A remarriage, just as he wanted.Â
On the fourteenth day, your father did not write. He visited you on the western tower himself, somberly informing you of Suguruâs demise. He revealed that the knight commander had been thrown in the dungeon on the same day you were taken to the west tower, but he was treated more harshly. He was tortured, mentally and physically, until he met a gruesome death. Your father chose to spare you of the details of Suguruâs tragic fate.Â
At that, you could not laugh. No, in fact, you cried silently in your cell that night knowing that an innocent man died ruthlessly because of you.Â
What a hypocrite you were!Â
The burden of introducing the Great Plague to Caelum, resulting in the deaths of countless innocent citizens, rested on your shoulders. Yet, your moral boundary seemed to be drawn at Suguruâs demise?
You found yourself engulfed in laughter once more, disregarding the puzzled stares from attendants and guards alike. They may have deemed you mad, yet perhaps, madness was the only sane response to the chaos of this world. Why? What was there to be ashamed of? Life was but a game of strategy, a grand chessboard where the king, though less agile than the queen, would always be the last man standing.
Seated in a corner that night, your laughter mingled with tears, a mix of raw emotions unleashed, as the echo of approaching footsteps reached your ears. The flickering torchlight casted a shadow upon the wall, revealing the silhouette of a tall man escorted by two knights.
âY/N.âÂ
When Satoru visited you on the eve of your trial, you never expected him to call your name so tenderly. What you were anticipating was his usual torrent of anger and scorn, and you found yourself bewildered by the odd shift in his demeanor. He then entered your cell and crouched before you, his blue eyes seemed almost softened by sympathy.
âYour trial is scheduled for tomorrow,â he spoke deliberately, though you avoided meeting his gaze. âI have a proposal for you.â
You remained silent.
âEven if you have betrayed me, I will extend mercy to you out of gratitude for aiding my ascension to the throne.â The irony of his words were a slap to your face, hurting your ears as you listened. âI require you to step down from your throne with humility, dispose of the bastard you carry, and live a modest, solitary life in the countryside. An estate awaits you there. You will live quietly and await my visits. You will remain my mistress, though it will not be officially acknowledged.âÂ
As the emperorâs words were spoken, the empressâs laughter erupted with a wild and bitter sound that echoed through the chamber. Your eyes blazed with defiance, lips curled into a scornful sneer.
âHa ha ha!âÂ
Satoruâs lips tightened a fraction, his body turning into solid ice as you let out an ear splitting horselaugh.Â
âHa ha ha ha!âÂ
His eyebrows furrowed in anger. âEmpress!âÂ
âFool!â you spat, your voice laced with derision. âYou think to offer me mercy while chaining me to a life of servitude? You speak of gratitude while stripping me of dignity and autonomy. Your offer is just another prison, a way to keep me as your pawn!â Your laughter turned into a manic fervor, fueled by rage and disillusionment. âI will not bend to your will, nor will I accept your false benevolence.âÂ
In the end, Satoru was still a hubristic man. An ungrateful, hubristic man. An ungrateful, hubristic, foolish man.Â
âAre you aware of your current standing?!â He was livid. Oh, he certainly was.Â
Yet you? You smiled. You offered him a beautiful, sarcastic smile. âNo soul in this empire will love you except for me! All are foes to you, except for me! I alone have loved you for you. Think about that, my misguided husband, for in your quest for power, you have forsaken the one who loved you sincerely.â
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ACT XI
âWe gather today for a matter of great import: the trial of Her Majesty, the Empress, accused of treasonous infidelity.â
As the trial went on, your thoughts drifted back to the day of the maidâs trial. Then, she knelt beneath the throne, facing the scrutiny of the court as she protested her innocence and pleaded for mercy. You, once seated upon the now-vacant throne, regarded her with detached interest. The irony of the reversal was not lost on you. It was true that you would pay the price of your wrongdoings, and be rewarded for your kind deeds. In this life, you let your greed get the best of you. You let your love for Satoru blind you. If you were ever to be reborn, you vowed to never again allow yourself to be ensnared by such folly for it led you to nowhere but misery.
How funny is that? These nobles were all here to watch your trial, while a war and plague were happening outside of the castleâs walls.Â
ââmay our deliberations be guided by the righteous light of truth. Empress Y/N, you appear to be in jest. This trial is a serious matter to thee.âÂ
You received the courtierâs look of disapproval, while the others were judging your sanity.Â
âLet her be,â ordered Satoru, who looked tired and resigned. You could hear his sigh even if he was a couple meters away, and his eyes glowed in sad blues as he stared at you, as if it would be the last time he would ever see your face.Â
Perhaps that truly was the case, and you made no effort to fight against it nor did you appeal to prove your innocence. There was no mercy begged for, no forgiveness sought for. It was because you saw no purpose to live this life. He must have sensed your true feelings inside as he watched you from afar, but Satoru still seemed like he was looking for a way to get you out of the situation. Instead of imposing a tyrannous punishment on you, he was clearly attempting to make you innocent. To give you a benefit of the doubt. All of the courtiers and advisors, however, were in complete disagreement. They knew that the emperor held a soft spot for you, but they did not know that his only purpose was to keep using you.Â
Honestly? Your mind was growing weary. The trial dragged on endlessly as Satoru struggled to mitigate your punishment. Not untilâŠ
âHis Majesty, Emperor Satoru, has been consulting with an oracle,â you declared, silencing the entire hall with your revelation, âHe keeps the old lady hidden deep in the dungeon. Do you all hear me? The emperor of this nation is involved in heresy and must face an inquisition!âÂ
Your accusations, indeed, were grave. An eerie and portentous air filled the throne room as Satoru himself was stunned and wide-eyed. Surprise contorted his features after he was exposed. His lips quivered and his jaw muscles tightened, and anger soon smoldered all semblance of composure on his saintly face.Â
Caelum was a deeply Catholic nation and the Catholic Church, as an institution, did not endorse or recognize oracles as legitimate sources of divine revelation. Practices associated with oracles, such as divination, fortune-telling, and consulting spirits, as forms of superstition were heretical. These practices were considered as attempts to circumvent the authority of the Church and seek guidance from sources outside of the orthodox Christian belief.
Individuals suspected of engaging in practices associated with oracles, particularly if those practices were perceived as challenging the Church authority or promoting beliefs contrary to Catholic doctrine, could be subject to investigation, trial, and punishment by ecclesiastical authorities, even if they were members of the imperial family.Â
Thus, in your revelation, Satoru was now subjected to a much more serious, unforgivable crime than you. Because he would be at war with the Church.Â
And not only would he be at war with the Church, but also with Astheryn, and the Great Plague all at once.Â
Of course, Satoru intensely denied it and tried to turn things around on you. He was going haywire as your âaccusationâ caused a commotion amongst the courtiers who whispered and murmured in shock and disbelief. As the emperor, his voice held the greatest authority in that hall, and so he became furious at you, claiming to everyone that you were diverting the situation to seem innocent, denying the existence of an oracle in his castle, and that you were to be publicly executed for the crime of commiting lĂšse-majestĂ© by slandering the emperorâs name.Â
Finally, the tyrant was back.Â
You were sick of his sympathetic gazes.Â
If your husband knew you by heart, then he would know that your sole intention at declaring his fortnightly consultations with the oracle was because you wanted to anger him, and in turn, get a punishment that would be enough to free yourself from his grasp. That was the perfect approach.Â
But of course, Satoru might be slow in that department. All he could see right now was a traitorous wife whose malicious intent was to undermine his authority and topple him from the throne. An enemy. That was what you had become to him.
On the day of your public execution, your father cried. And so did your ladies-in-waiting. The rest were eager to see you beheaded, all with keen eyes as you were ushered at the public square, drawing in a large crowd of nobles and commoners alike.Â
Who would have guessed that you held such notoriety?
The words, âwitch!â, âtraitor!â, and âevil!â were thrown your way as you were guided by two knights towards the center of the scaffold. With a rosary on one hand, and a bible on the other, you looked at your father. He should be safe. You had written him a letter, telling him to bring the family and the servants to a remote island away from Caelum. As for you, your end was near.Â
With your head pressed against the block, and the executioner raising his sword, your impending doom was imminent. The imperial sword he carried, you recognized, was Satoruâs personal and favorite sword.Â
âYour head will be severed swiftly,â said the headsman, âAny last words?âÂ
Your eyes found the sky as your lips curled into a sinister smile. âCitizens of Caelum, I will soon meet your Emperor in hell!âÂ
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ACT XII
A month has passed since your execution.Â
Instead of having your decapitated head impaled on spikes atop the city gates, Satoru ordered your corpse be buried at the tomb. The location was not revealed to anyone else. The citizens also did not question his choice.Â
The emperor was secretly grieving the loss of his wife.Â
Everyone knew. They were all aware that the emperor was mourning over the empress despite her betrayal of him, yet all of them turned a blind-eye on it. They were afraid that the emperor would punish anyone who would remind him of you.Â
Was this still not an act of love?Â
In fact, no, not everyone knew. Not everyone was aware that one of your lady-in-waiting swore to him in oath that you never had an affair with the knight and that the child you carried was not at all a bastard, but his. It was Satoruâs heir. It was his own child. His own flesh and blood.
Because of his misjudgment and his paranoia, he lost the only woman who truly loved him.Â
Now the empire was in shambles. Satoru could not deny that your lack of presence in the castle had a much more devastating impact than the plague that wiped half of Caelumâs population. His advisors were of no use when it came to military tactics. Nanami, the most competent of them all, was nowhere to be found. The soldiers have been struck by the Black Death, lowering his total heavy infantry down to a quarter of its nominal full strength.Â
The plague had spread rapidly, causing widespread devastation and food shortage, and as the death toll rose and communities were decimated by the plague, desperation set in. There were villages that had more dead people to collect than living beings who survived. It was a state where all were affected no matter what their noble rankings were.Â
People tried various remedies and treatments, often turning to religious practices such as prayer and penance in hopes of appeasing divine wrath and stopping the spread of the disease. Plague doctors also swarmed the streets with their dark canvas robes and beaked masks, implementing quarantine and treating infected individuals.Â
Satoru secluded himself in his chamber, both day and night, observing the devastation of his empire from the castleâs highest vantage point. Desperation ran rampant, driving citizens to seek sanctuary within the palace walls. Initially, the emperor permitted entry only to the highest-ranking nobles. However, as word spread of the palace offering refuge, lower-ranking nobles and commoners clamored for entry, prompting Satoru to order the complete fortification of the castle walls.
The stench of burning bodies permeated the air as the castle became besieged by the diseased, seeking entry but met with the fierce flames intended to ward off infection from the emperor and his staff.
âWhat is the news about the Kingdom of Ellesmere?â Satoru, who had been suffering from high fever, muscle pain, and skin lesions, was accompanied by a state of paranoia as he spoke to Lord Maximilian. âMy marriage negotiations with that⊠that princess. What do they say?âÂ
âMy liege.â He bowed, apologetically. âThey no longer wish to proceed. As we are struck by the plague, King Kalleon VI thought it would be of no benefit to be in alliance with a fallen empire. Furthermore, there is something that you must be aware of, Your Majesty.âÂ
The emperor looked at his advisor.
âThe trade ship that caused the plague to spread throughout Caelum wasâŠâ the old man paused, wary of the rulerâs reaction, âIt was approved entry by the late Empress Y/N.âÂ
Ha ha ha ha!
How twisted of you, indeed. Where does he go from here? Satoru was sick, genuinely sick, as he heard the clamor of diseased individuals rioting outside the castle walls. Inside the palace, his own people were also engaged in their own chaos. He was at a point where he was too fatigued to react violently at his wifeâs crimes. What did Maximilian want him to do, chastise you? You were already gone, and you have left him with the most profound revenge than any punishment he could ever fathom.Â
Satoru found himself consumed by a maelstrom of emotions. He was seeing red from his visions, and seeing black from his discolored skin. Gangrene. Buboes. Chills. All he could do now was laugh at his misery. He grappled with the haunting question of how he arrived at this wretched juncture. What deeds, what choices, led him down this harrowing path of suffering and despair?Â
Lord Maximilian made one last attempt at coaxing the emperor. âMy liege, the prophecyâŠâÂ
The mere mention of the prophecy, however, ignited a primal fury within him. His words filled Satoru with a seething rage and he entertained the notion of silencing Maximilianâs voice forever, drawing his sword and executing a swift slash on his advisorâs neck.Â
That damned prophecy!Â
That, that was what led to all of this!Â
In the depths of his suffering, Satoru had experienced the last stretch of the disease entering his body. He was vomiting, crawling on the floor, reaching for the window in hopes of seeing his empire for the last time. But eventually, his weakened body had him submit to his forfeit.Â
In a matter of minutes, he would soon find death and earn his place at the ninth circle of hell.Â
In a matter of seconds, he would soon be named the most hated emperor in history, just as you like it.Â
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EPILOGUE
In the aftermath of the plague and the cessation of war, the once-mighty Caelum Empire lay in ruin, its rulers, named the most evil Emperor and Empress in history, overthrown. The remnants of the imperial lineage crumbled under the weight of their tyranny. Rising from the shadows of despair emerged the newly crowned Emperor Yuuta, the only remaining lineal heir of the Gojou lineage, who returned to Caelum with a fervent commitment to restore and rebuild. Known for his fairness and compassion, Yuuta pledged to rebuild the empire, to heal its wounds, and to usher in an era of lasting peace. With each brick laid and each decree issued, he sought to honor the memory of those who perished and to ensure that the horrors of the past would never be repeated. And so, under Yuutaâs steadfast guidance, the Caelum Empire embarked on a journey of restoration, its future brightened by the promise of a new dawn.
#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojou satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk royal au#gojo satoru royal au#gojo fanfic#gojo angst#gojo satoru angst#emperor!gojo#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#medieval au#renaissance au
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âmercy sagaâ au
name is a work in progress but its what im tagging all of this au under. anyways, AU is basically;
Odysseusâ arc goes in reverse. He starts off as a monster and learns mercy. also au is sorta ooc, also referenced from the odyssey
Anyways,
TROY SAGA
the musical starts with The Horse and the Infant, followed by Just a Man.
No changes to THatI. Just a man is less of a ballad and more of a villain song. With Odysseus dropping the infant, he establishes how he will do anything to get home. He has minimal hesitation, unlike the original song. Odysseus is already a monster.
then, we have Full Speed Ahead, and Warrior of the Mind
In Full Speed Ahead, we meet two major characters. Eurylochus, Odysseusâ second in command, and Polites, his best friend. Theyâre running out of food. Eurylochus suggests they dock on the island ahead and raid for food. Odysseus agrees.
There, they find the Lotus Eaters, a large group of men and women who are more than willing to share their fruit after some back and forth with Polites.
Unfortunately, Odysseus does not recognize the fruit.
In Warrior of The Mind, Athena appears and forces Odysseus to reject the fruit from his body. She sobers him up by reminding him of his role as a warrior of the mind and his goal to get home.
Unfortunately, Odysseusâs men have also consumed the fruit. Some are harder to sober up than others.
The final song of the Troy Saga is Cope With That.
In this song, Elpenor, a crew member, reveals his friend Perimedes is depressed. He asks that they leave him on the island, because he is happier under the lotusâ effects.
Unfortunately, Athena urges Odysseus to refuse. And he does.
Odysseus forces all of the men to return to the ship, including those still under the effects of the lotus, like Perimedes.
He threatens the lotus eaters, asking where they can get other food, and is directed to a nearby cave.
next up..
cyclops saga
[open arms is NOT removed, just moved to a later time]
#epic the musical#epicthemusical#odysseus#epic odysseus#polites#epic polites#eurylochus#epic eurylochus#athena#epic athena#elpenor#epic elpenor#perimedes#epic perimedes#astyanax#epic astyanax#au#alternate universe#epic au#mercy saga
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How do I tell my husband he got scammed into buying a lion?
â§ jing yuan x gn!reader
â§ summary: during one autumn afternoon you're suddenly faced with another one of your husband's impulsive purchases. only that this time it's a living being.
â§ content: established relationship, fluff, humor, might be a bit ooc
â§ a/n: hello there hsr fandom! i have unfortunately lost the battle against myself on making another sideblog for jing yuan, the man who has singlehandedly occupied my mind since his first appearance in the beta. i do hope that this will actually appear in the tags, but every infomation you would need if you want to request something is all up on the blog if you so wish! i hope we can have a pleasant time together !!
also this is not beta-read, we die like how fast my resolve to not create a jing yuan blog died.
Being the spouse of the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu comes with it's share of benefits and disadvantages. For one you're regarded at a higher position than most of it's citizens, often being stopped on the side of the road when taking a walk to exchange numerous pleasantries with merchants from outside of Xianzhou, various store owners or cloud knights on duty.
Another factor is shouldering the burden your husband has on his shoulder, an oath you had taken yourself the day you accepted Jing Yuan's nth proposal. You considered that a fair trade with his vast knowledge and insight into a possible future and doing everything behind the scene to avoid colliding headfirst into said problem. A feat that attracted you towards the general in the first place, minus his dashing looks of course.
The biggest disadvantage of publicly announcing that you were indeed the Arbiter-General's significant other was doing everything within your power to not throw your husband's famous title away for a newer, more terrible one. (more utc!)
Because as you see him walking up the steps of the Seat of Divine Foresight, your gaze is not locked with your husband's smiling face, rather it's fixated on the small being he has cradled in his arms. The soft smile you had quickly spreading into a more nervous and confused smile as you glance over at Qingzu, the counselor looking at you with just as much confusion.
How in the world did you manage to leave him alone out in the market area for an hour and he comes back with a lion cub?
"[Name], darling! Look at this grimalkin that a merchant had!"
A what now?
"... A grimalkin, you say?" Every book that has recorded history had specified that the grimalkin species had gone extinct, and you were well aware that your husband knew this fact. And yet here you were, faced with his smile directed down towards what you can clearly tell is a lion cub, his thumb pressing down at its paws affectionately.
You're starting to think that Yanqing's impulsive purchases with his sword collection aligns with your own husband's impulsiveness.
Coughing loudly into your hand, you take a deep breath before descending down the stairs to be on the same level as Jing Yuan, peering down onto the cub's face. It was indeed cute, and judging by how enamored Jing Yuan is, you can clearly tell that it's small stature is what attracted him to it in the first place.
Oh he's going to be crushed when it grows up, "It's adorable, Jing Yuan," you settle on saying, waving a finger over the lion's grimalkin face, the animal lifting its paws to try to grab it. You shoot a look towards Qingzu, a silent command for her to look into which outer merchant was now scamming people into buying literal lions. The counselor quickly excusing herself to look into the matter immediately, Jing Yuan only giving her a smile and a wave of his hand as she scurries down the stairs.
"Right? I decided to name it Mimi," he muses, and your heart breaks a tiny bit for him, but there are more pressing matters at hand than the fact that your husband once again got scammed because he was most likely bored out of his mind.
You would rather that the Xianzhou citizens know him as "The Dozing General" instead of the general that gets scammed a few times too many. How does one even go on about trying to tell their husband that the grimalkin in his arms is actually a lion?
"A fitting name indeed," you mutter, raising a hand to caress Jing Yuan's cheek, a simple gesture to make the general direct his attention to you. However, you could still see that his guard was slightly up with you. You only chuckle at that, leaning in to slide your lips over his own, Jing Yuan wasting no time to press back.
Another well hidden secret reserved for the walls of the Divine Foresight is the fact your husband is incredibly weak for his own spouse.
"... Want to tell me how much you paid for Mimi, dear?" you ask in a whisper when your lips part, thumb caressing over the mole under his eye.
Jing Yuan merely smiles, twisting his head to press his lips against your hand instead, "It was from my personal wallet, dear. Please don't fret over the small details."
"Darling, I hope you're aware that the small details would be the necessary funding for accomodation, toys and food, right?" you say with a chuckle, your husband freezing with his ministrations upon remembering that fact.
Oh well, you want to see how long it takes before your husband comes to realization that it's a lion. You just have to be extra vigilant towards the numerous fundings in the meantime.
While scrolling through your schedule for the next morning, your phone dings with a message from Qingzu. You quickly look down at Mimi whose resting on your belly and then at Jing Yuan whose sleeping self is still snoring away by your shoulder before letting out a small sigh in relief that the loud noise didn't awake any of them.
Qingzu:
Do I even have a say in this?
Was the message sent by Qingzu, attatched to it is a picture taken of what you can only presume is one of Jing Yuan's "diaries". The contents of it making you let out a low laugh, the shaking making said man beside you grumble before pressing his face into your neck.
Attatched image:
"Eventually, I paid hefty sum for the grimalkin, named it "Mimi", and took it home. Only that I'm too busy with official business and have little time to take care of Mimi. After thinking it over, chores like feeding it and changing its water should also be entrusted to Qingzu. I do wonder why [Name] looked so distraught when they first saw Mimi though. Maybe they didn't think I would favor the petite and small animals instead of the usual large and strong ones?"
[Name]:
So Qingzu, do you have an idea what the easiest way to tell someone they got scammed is?
Qingzu:
That is the role of the spouse, not the counselor.
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail imagines#star rail x reader#hsr x you#honkai star rail x you#jing yuan x reader#x reader#reader insert
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seeing your posts and as a small attempt to break authors block here's a lil request (^_-)
ok so id like to request yandere shadow milk cookie with a s/o who somewhat acts like candy apple cookie? like... not ACTUALLY candy apple cookie but theyre obsessed with him and is willing to do everything he desires and commands + gets really jealous when he interacts with someone ^o^
-đ§ anon
(btw ive read your old orphaned fics in ao3 and miraculously found your tumblr you dont know how happy i am)
a/n: okay first of all... how... and second of all, we do NOT talk about my orphaned ao3 fics. not in this household. zip mouth.
â yandere! shadow milk cookie x obsessive! reader
à»ê°Ő Üž. .ÜžŐê±á ÛȘ Ś CONTENT WARNING: yanderes, heavy possessive and obssessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, implied forced established relationship, implied emotional abuse, psychological manipulation, emotional abuse, threats of physical violence, imprisonment/kidnapping, coercion, control, dependency, non-consensual power dynamics, potential ooc.

đŠ to say that he adored your obsessiveness is an understatementâno, he was besotted with it: savoring your sweet fixation like a sugared poison on the tongue, watching with bright, slitted amusement as you knelt before him without question, without hesitation, a devotee at the altar of his caprice. how you squirmed beneath the lightest flick of his attention, how your breath hitched when he, with deliberate carelessness, let his interest wander elsewhere. ah, but that was his favorite partâthe way your jealousy trembled at the edges of you, coiling tight, teeth bared but mouth shut, the way your hands clenched in your lap, as if to keep yourself from lunging, from begging. he would press upon that wound like a scholar taking notes, tilt his head to better see how it darkened in your chest, how it shaped the curve of your shoulders, how it swelled against your ribs like a swallowed scream. It was divine, this spectacle of you unraveling in real time, caught in a dance between anger and longing, between dignity and desperation, ah, you were just too cute like that, he couldn't help himself from prodding on it, gently, softly, and slowly making you break in jealousy! but more than thatâmore than your ire, more than your brittle restraintâit was your fear that delighted him most, that quiet, gnawing terror that, if he ever truly turned away, you might cease to exist altogether.
đŠ cruelty? oh, but that was such an ugly word, so ill-fitting, so crass. he never meant to be cruelânever. he was merely curious, merely an observer conducting a harmless little experiment, a scholar of your trembling devotion. how could he resist the temptation to nudge, just a little, just to see? a whisper here, a lingering touch elsewhere, a fleeting glance in anotherâs directionâwhat a marvel it was, the way you burned. and if you had not responded so exquisitelyâif your breath had not hitched so prettily, if your fingers had not curled into your palms, if your voice had not quivered with that delicious mixture of fury and desperationâthen, surely, none of this would have been necessary. but you had, and so it was, and really, really now, how could you blame him for indulging in such a delectable reaction? oh, but pleaseâdonât cry. wonât you look at him? wonât you listen? thereâs no need for all these trembling lips and damp lashes, no need for those hands to shake at your sides as if they donât know whether to strike or to cling. heâll never leave you, not ever, so why weep as if he would? and really, as much as he wants to regret itâthe tears, the way your breath catches between sobs, the exquisite fire in your eyes when fury overtakes sorrow and your hands lash out, striking him with more love than hatredâhe simply canât. because you are beautiful like this, you are his like this, raw and fraying and utterly caught in the web of him. surely, you wouldnât mind a few lies, would you? soft ones, sweet ones, warm as milk and thick as honey, sliding down your throat. if only you had paid him more attention, this wouldn't have happened. if only you had never turned away, never left his side even for a moment, he wouldn't have done this. if only you had been good enough, loved him enough, wanted him enoughâthen, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, he wouldnât have needed to do this at all. but he knows you understand, donât you? you always do. thatâs what he loves about you. wasn't he such a sweetheart? a cruel obsessive lunatic
đŠ oh, but perhaps, perhaps⊠if you came to his spire, if you lived in it, breathed in its air, let its walls wrap around you like an embraceâif you stayed within the sanctuary of his love, right beneath his pinky, tucked neatly where you belongâthen maybe, maybe he wouldnât have to be so cruel. yes, yesâthat was it. the answer had been so simple all along! if you stayed, if you never left, if you allowed yourself to melt into the fabric of his world, then surely he wouldnât need to do such things, wouldnât need to test you, wouldnât need to watch you unravel just to be certain you were still his. stay, wonât you? let him love you properly, let him keep you as you should be kept. itâll feel just like home, he promisesâjust like home, only better.
đŠ youâll do anything he says, don't you? of course you will. you always do. so then, listen closelyâfor this was his command: be good. be quiet. be his. come to him, right where he can see you, right beneath his strings. itâll be heaven. oh, it willâa place where you donât have to think, donât have to fight, donât have to worry. just let go, let him pull, let him move you as he pleases. wouldnât that be easier? wouldnât that be beautiful?
đŠ surely you wonât mind being kept in a cage, right? after all, isnât this what you wanted? to be his, to have his undivided attention, to be held so tightly you could never slip away? oh, but heâs giving you everythingâhis love, his time, his adoration. isnât that enough? isnât that what you craved? so donât ever leave. donât even think about it. because if you doâif you even tryâthen, well⊠heâll have to make sure you never do it again. heâll have to fix you, wonât he? break you down, piece by piece, until you canât walk, canât eat, canât move without him. until every little thing you do, every breath you take, is only possible because of him. oh, but donât look so afraid. this is love, isnât it? this is what you wanted, this is what you've yearned and sought for all along, there was no use in thinking anymore, he'll help you! for he has more than enough knowledge to assist you.

a/n: I loathe shadow milk cookie so much I want to wrap him up in unmarred flowers, let the thorns of roses prickle his skin and watch until his blood mingles with the petals, till air thick with the smell of iron, till life drains from him in a slow, sickly feast of pain.
anyway, for those who had requested during my hiatus, please resend your requests if you still would like it done! the second owner usually deletes them without a glance so I could pay more attention to my studies and church duties (all requests after this work has been deleted as i immediately went into hiatus afterward)
#cookie run kingdom x reader#cookie run x reader#crk x reader#shadow milk cookie x reader#shadow milk x reader#cookie run kingdom x you#đ§ anon
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MISSIONS HINDERANCE



S1!Sevika x New Hire!Reader
Warnings âĄ: Fem reader, sevika helps reader tie up their hair because it's a liability, Silco and Jinx are in the beginning, slightly suggestive, probably ooc idk
Word Count âĄ: 991
The interview with Silco went better than you thought. It seemed you answered everything correctly, or at least correct enough. You didnât grovel at his feet, though the idea lingered every time he stared at you just a little too long.
He sighs, looking up to the rafters of his office. âJinx. Would you mind getting Sevika?â You freeze up as you hear a thud behind you, blue braids visible at the edges of your vision. How long had she been up there? How long had she been listening? âAre you sure you need her?â
Jinxâs voice is raspy and annoyed. He shoots her a glare and she sighs, conceding. âFine⊠Iâll go get the ogre.â Youâre left sitting there across from Silco and the air feels tense as you try not to shrink into yourself from his stare. âYour hair is a liability. You know how to put it up, donât you?â His voice is stern, commanding an answer.
You shake your head in response. Growing up in the lanes had been hard, and since your parents werenât around anymore due to a mining accident, it wasnât like you had anyone to teach you. He groans and raises a hand to his face, rubbing his temples. âIâll have Sevika teach you as well as assign you work. Youâre promising enough that Iâll let this slide. Anything else however is something you will have to figure out yourself.â
You nod thankfully and the door behind swings open. Two pairs of boots thud against the ground before Jinx climbs back up to her spot in the rafters. You can feel another presence right behind you. âYou called?â A gruff voice speaks. Itâs rough, likely from cigar smoke and frequent downtime in the more polluted parts of Zaun.
Silco motions towards you. âShe needs her job outlines and Iâd like you to teach her how to tie her hair up out of the way.â You hear a groan behind you as Silco motions for you to leave. You stand and turn to face the woman, feeling anxious.
âCome on. Iâll get you set up.â Her metal hand beckons you forward, and you follow behind like a dog. The air feels just as tense when you walk with her as it did in Silcoâs office. âHe mentioned he was speaking to someone new today but I hadnât figured itâd be someone like you. I figured much less that youâd cut.â
You feel embarrassed, looking up at her. Sheâs incredibly tall. You estimate her to be a little over 6 feet. âHe said I was promising.â You offer quietly. She laughs but it sounds more like a chuff. âIâm sure he did.â She leads you into a smaller room and thumbs through some file cabinets. She grabs a small folder and tosses it in your direction.
âYouâll be in charge of mapping routes into Piltover. Think you can handle that?â You nod eagerly, happy that itâs one of the easier jobs. Fieldwork wouldâve been much worse. âGood.â She sits in a chair, manspreading and sighing softly. âCome here. Sit in front of me.â
The implications make you flush, but you obey. When you get on your knees facing her, she laughs. âNot like that. Turn around.â Sheâs smiling now, grabbing your hair and collecting it all in one hand once your back is turned. âWhat? Did you think youâd get some so quickly after getting the job?â She whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
âNo, maâam.â You say quickly, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. She quirks up an eyebrow and grabs a brush from behind her. âArenât you polite⊠Your hair is long enough that a ponytail wonât work. I guess we could braid you and pull it up into a bun? Yeah, thatâd work.â
She murmurs to herself as she works. âFocus on the mirror in front of you. Iâm showing you how I do it and after youâll do it yourself so I know you understand. Got it, girl?â You nod and refocus your gaze on the mirror in front of you. Her hands are soft and tender enough to soothe.
âWait⊠Can you show me how to braid again? I couldnât see it.â You ask as you look up at her. She scowls, probably annoyed at having to do more work. She undoes one of the braids and shows you step by step how she does it. You copy her movements deftly. She uses various rubber bands to tie it back before shoving a pin through the bun to keep the whole thing together.
She settles her hands on your shoulders. âThink you can copy that?â Youâre unsure but you take it all down and try yourself. The braids come easy after she shows you step-by-step instructions, but the bun is the harder part. You grumble angrily as the pin meant to hold it all together continually slips out of your fingers and your hair.
She smiles as she watches. She scoots forward and her hands take your hair. âHere. You loop it on its own and tie it down.â She instructs slowly, guiding your hands. âWrap your braids around it and stick the pin through.â You finally manage to do it, gasping happily when it finally sticks.
She pulls back, getting ready to leave. âI assume Silco will make you start tomorrow. I'll drop off your specific tasks for the day in the morning, and heâll have you turn them in by the afternoon. You should feel lucky he doesnât make you do more strenuous work.â
âThank you, Sevika.â She scoffs, rolling her eyes. âDonât thank me for doing my job, dollface. Just make sure to do yours.â She says coldly before leaving the room and you. You quickly descend the stairs to the first floor of the Last Drop and out the front door. You hope it wonât be as awkward the next time you work with her.
Thank you all for the love on my last one, I wasn't expecting it to get that much attention, but it made me even more motivated to keep writing. I hope you liked this one âĄâĄ Reblogs and likes are the most appreciated âĄ
#sevika x reader#sevika#arcane fic#arcane sevika#arcane#arcane s1#arcane season one#sevika x you#sevika x female reader#sevika x fem reader#loves1ckmoth writes âĄ#dividers by dollywons
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Moments After
Author's note: Happy late Valentines! lmao
Topic: what would the boys do after sex? // very indulgent, perhaps OOC (whoops)
NSFW under da cut! You've been warned!
Azul Ashengrotto
After a steamy session together, the two of you lay in quiet bliss, basking in each otherâs presence, smiles curling on your lips. Your bodies, fresh from the session of lovemaking, emanate intoxicating warmth and urges to return to lovemaking almost breaking reason.
âCome here, [Reader].â Azulâs voice pierces the tension, sensual yet commanding. You heed his word, shifting closer to him. Tendrils of light from the ocean blue cast Azulâs profile into one of sultry eye candy, something from a painting. You couldnât resist a gesture, your lips landing pliantly on his cheek.
â[Reader].â Your lover chides a sheepish smile on his lips. You let out a chuckle, ready to tease him even more when he reciprocates the gesture on your lips. Bested by the man, you let a pout grace your lips as he had seemingly become the victor of the exchange. Nevertheless, you kept close to him, your eyes tracing every detail of his body - from the purplish scales hidden in his human body to his off-white locks tinged silver in the moonlight.
You were infatuated, in love with the man before you that you didnât notice a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, itching you closer to Azul. Warmth breath tickles the curvature of your neck as lips find purchase onto your clavicle. Gorgeous eyes, tinged with lust, stare at you back as Azulâs lips find purchase on your clavicle. âMine.â He whispers with a note of finality, planting yet another kiss on your lips.
Jade Leech
The aftermath of sex washes over you in a tide of cool air; remnants of warmth ebbing away from your being as Jade peels himself from your figure. You move oh-so-slightly, seeking more of his seed - yet he was already off the bed, his iconic smile on his lips. âPlease rest, my dear. I will be with you shortly.â Yet, âshortlyâ would mean an eternity in your words. You craved more of him, and he wasnât going to go away so easily.
As soon as you afford to budge, jolts of pain shoot across your hips, leaving you temporarily immobilized. Curse Jade and his endless stamina, you let out a pained groan, now chained to the bed for his supervision.
As promised, your lover returns from the bathroom, holding a bottle of lotion and a moist towel. âStay still, beloved.â He doesnât hide that smirk of his very well as he watches your figure from the bed. You dare not voice out your complaints, knowing very well that the slimy eel did a lot of damage to your body, hickeys decorating your skin in patches of purple, red, and blue; your lips were incredulously swollen from years of kissing, and your organ throbbing and leaking streams of seed.
Serves him right to pamper you, you thought to yourself - this opportunity is perfect timing for him to spoil you afterward. âSorry, my love.â He coos, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. âI didnât mean to go overboard.â Knowing very well that he wasnât quite sincere, you almost chucked a pillow at his direction. Just before you can make a move on him, the cool, familiar sensation of lotion on your skin shocks you back to reality, following a pair of strong hands stroking away every knot in your body.
Silver
Fatigue enraptures your body the moment of release passes by, your organ throbbing from below. You cling onto consciousness, the spell of sleep oh-so-tempting to your drooping eyelids. Your lover, Silver, catches on quickly, already hoisting you to the bathroom where a warm bath had been prepared after the occasion.
He makes sure to pepper your face in kisses, showering you with affection as soon as your body dips into warm waters, relief coursing through your being. Silver follows suit, placing you onto his lap as you two bask in the bath.
Silver adds aromatics, a bath bomb, and even lights a candle, all the while as he lets you relax, your eyes following his every movement. Lastly, as a sort of conclusion to his doings, he plants a kiss to your cheek, a magical spell that casts a smile on your lips.
âYouâre so sweet, Silver.â The cheesy yet endearing gesture melted your heart right away, the moments of sex making way to something tender. Silver merely places his head on your shoulder, a tender smile dancing on his lips. âAll for you, my dear princess.â Such words merited a kiss on the lips, romance drifting amongst the waters.
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Summary: The 4 times the Night Courtâs Shadowsinger mentioned⊠someone, and the first time his family got the promise of an answer.Â
Content: Angst, with the promise of future fluff
Warnings: Angst, I like making Azriel sad sorry, I also take the âmate talkâ in the Azriel/Nesta/Bryce bonus chapter and rewrite it to fit this story. I also havenât read CC yet so apologies if Bryce is OOC Azriel x OC [not introduced in this part]
*Slight spoilers for the Azriel/Nesta/Bryce bonus chapter
Bryce turned to the fae female next to her, âYou have a mate, donât you?â Nesta simply nodded in response, a slight smile forming on her face, followed by a deep blush. âDo you?â The red head directed at Azriel.
Nestaâs stomach dropped. She knew it was a sore subject for the Shadowsinger. What with everyone else in his family being mated except for him-
âI do.â He said, a trace of apprehension in his voice. Nestaâs head snapped to face him so quickly that her vision spun for a moment, causing her to stumble.
Regaining her footing, she barked out, âAzriel? What the fuck do you mean?â
The trio stopped walking for a moment, tension settling over the once calm night air. She gave him a demanding, and slightly betrayed, look. Even though his eyes met hers, Azriel kept quiet. Bryce simply looked between the two, face wrinkling in the awkwardness of the moment.
âAh. A sore subject, I guess?â Bryce laughed, or tried to, it only came out forced and uncomfortable.Â
âWho, Az? How come I had no idea? Does anyone know?â There wasnât anger in her voice, just hurt.Â
He had to bite back his usual replies, the ones he gave to his family when they tried to ask questions or bring up the topic without him bringing it up first. Not that he ever did.Â
âSheâs-â he swallowed. Cauldron, when would he finally be able to talk about her without wishing the world would swallow him whole? âItâs not something I want to discuss right now, especially with present company.â He sent a pointed look at Bryce. He couldnât hide the misery in his tone this time though as he took a deep breath and continued, âI will tell you about her, Nes. One day. Iâd just rather do it on my own terms. On my own time.â Nesta opened her mouth, seconds away from arguing, when he put a hand on her shoulder, âPlease.â he begged, softly.Â
The glimmer of silver in his eyes caught her off guard, gave her such a knee jerk reaction of protectiveness that she gave him a crushing hug. It was strange, this feeling. Azriel, the broody, closed off, terrifying, annoyingly perceptive, kind, and unbelievably loving friend she never knew she needed had just revealed a part of himself she could tell he kept locked away for good reason. The thought that even the mention of his mate could bring him to tears made her heart break in a way she thought impossible after all she had been through.Â
She took a deep breath as she pulled away, âWhen youâre ready,â she agreed.
He smiled back at her, while it was genuine, one of the few he reserved for his family, there was still insurmountable pain in his eyes.Â
Nesta turned back to Bryce, âCan you play more of your music? Just none of that screaming one.â She asked, shaking her head at the memory of the Death Metal genre she hadnât liked when the redhead had played it for them.Â
She smiled softly as she felt Azriel squeeze her hand in a silent Thank you before he let go.Â
The High Lord sat, feet propped up on his desk. âWhen do you head out for Rosehall?â He asked.
Azriel, standing by the window to the right of his brother, answered, âThe morning after Solstice.â Rhysand grimaced when he heard the mask of indifference his Spy Master had in his voice. âI still need to pick up a gift before I go.â
Rhys took it for the invitation it was. âWould you buy her something from me? On my account this time.â He tried to put on his commanding-High-Lord voice as he said it, but he knew very well that Azriel wouldnât listen to the last part of his request even as his brother smiled in agreement as he walked out of the room, sending an inclination of goodbye to his High Lady in the chair across from her mate.Â
âRosehall? What female is he visiting the day after Solstice?â Feyre spoke into her mateâs mind.Â
Despite Rhysâ usual inability to keep anything from his mate, he couldn't bring himself to explain, couldnât bring himself to cross the very clear lines his brother had set all those years ago.Â
âIt's not my story to tell. And donât ask someone else, if any of them know, they also wonât talk.âÂ
Certainly not the answer she had expected, as was evident by the look on Feyreâs face.
âAnd if I ask Azriel?â she inquired.
âIt will just bring up things he isn't ready to share. He will come to you- come to us- some day.â âOne dayâ Azriel had promised his family long ago, long before their family had been as big as it was now. âI just pray it's under better circumstances.âÂ
Feyre froze, feeling the weight of mixed negative emotions flowing down from her mateâs side of the bond. For once, she was even more confused after asking Rhysand for more information.Â
âWell, I believe weâve reached the threshold of faked amiability before one of us attacks the other. We should quit while weâre ahead.â Eris said as he stood up from his chair, starting to grab his papers without so much as a glance to his reluctant hosts. Even years after their alliance was set in stone with the agreement from the Night Court to back Erisâ claim to his fatherâs throne, even after fighting beside them in war, these faked niceties could only go on for so long before the claws came out.Â
No one in the Night Courtâs Inner circle could say there was anything but relief to see the Autumn Courtâs High Lord walk away. But before they could let out a breath of relief, Eris stopped and turned to the Shadowsinger.Â
âI have received word that your⊠gift has been finished. I will send someone to get it to you within the week.âÂ
Azrielâs head quickly snapped to Eris, âAnd they were able to meet all my requests?â He asked, not caring that everyone else in the room watched the interaction with fierce intrigue.Â
The eldest living Vanserra boy scoffed, âI assured you theyâd be able to.â Azriel let out a relieved breath at that. While heâd known Erisâ court capable of such a thing, it wasnât much more difficult than lesser magics, but hearing it confirmed ignited hope he didnât know he still carried.
âThank you. Sheâll love it.â The Spy Master replied earnestly, much to Erisâ, as well as the rest of the Inner Circleâs, shock.Â
The red haired fae simply schooled his features and nodded in response before winnowing away.Â
Despite the heaviness all the secrets and questions caused, everyone remained silent as they watched Azriel slip out of the room.Â
The dining room had been filled with loud chatter for the weekly family dinner. Love filled teasing and relentless jokes put everyone in a good mood. Nothing felt better to the Night Courtâs Inner Circle than being all together. Unfortunately, it had to come to an end.Â
âIâll be leaving for a few days.â Azriel told Rhysand, who was sitting to his left at the head of the table. âIâll be back for Solstice.â He quickly added.Â
âI thought you were leaving the day after?âÂ
âI was, but the package I had been waiting on came, and Iâd like to deliver it as soon as possible. Iâll drop your gift off too.â With that, Azriel got up, nodding a quick goodbye to his family, before disappearing into his shadows.
It wasnât a request to have a few days off. He hadnât asked if his High Lord could spare not having his Spymaster for a little. He didnât even wait for any sort of goodbye from the rest of his family. He just left, the house sending his place setting away to be cleaned, as if he had never been there in the first place.Â
Once again, everyone had questions, concerns, for their friend. But no one spoke up, as per usual.Â
Until the one fae in the room with truly no information in the matter grew concerned enough with everyoneâs immediate change in attitudes.Â
âWhere is he going?â Elain asked, looking between her friends and family.Â
She saw on everyone's faces, in their eyes that refused to meet hers, that no one would tell her. Till she sent a look, full of concerned innocence, to Cassian.Â
âRosehallâ He blurted out. âOr at least, I assume that's where he is going.â The last part was directed towards his older brother.Â
âWhere is this Rosehall?â Feyre asked, feeling he invitation Elainâs question had opened into the untouchable subject.Â
The High Lady, like her second oldest sister, sent a look to Rhys, knowing he'd break for her under an embarrassingly small amount of pressure.Â
âNone of us know,â he gave in, âHe goes at seemingly random intervals. Sometimes heâs there, often, for months. Then he will go quite a while without any visits.â
âIs it his mate? Is that who he is seeing?â Nesta inquires.Â
The word seems to suck all the air out of the room. His mate. Azrielâs mate. Their brotherâs mate.
Nestaâs stomach drops at the looks she receives from Cassian and Rhysand.Â
They didnât know.Â
As she opens her mouth to speak, sheâs cut off by a palm smacking the table.
âEnough! You all know damn well this isnât what he would want. The only reason you all seem so comfortable talking about it is because he's gone, too preoccupied to leave a shadow behind.â Mor argues. âHe has asked one thing of us in the 500 years he has been by our side, to let him- let them- be.â
With that, she winnowed out of the room, leaving a suffocating mix of guilt, confusion, and concern behind.Â
Everyone could feel his presence the second he got back to the house. The light and happy Solstice air seemed to vanish in an instant. The shadows suddenly alive and wreathing.Â
Rhys and Cassian had gotten up to check on their brother. While he had said heâd be gone till Solstice, they had assumed he would be there the full day to celebrate with everyone. But he had missed celebrations, for both Solstice and Feyreâs birthday, had missed dinner, and had sent no indication that he was even alive. His mental walls had been as fortified as ever, not letting Rhysand nor Feyre in the numerous times they had tried to check in.Â
Their walk over to their brotherâs room became a run, followed by the rest of the family, as they heard a loud crash.Â
The room was dark, but they could make out the faint outline of the broken mirror and Shadowsinger standing in front of it, holding his hand as blood seemed to drip from a wound. In the dark, the sight was unsettling, but in the light, it was far worse.Â
Cassian moved quickly, leaving Rhysand and the rest of the Inner Circle by the door in stunned silence.Â
âWoah-â Cassian said as he lifted Azrielâs hand, causing his brother to pull back in startled shock. He hadnât known they were coming. Hadnât sensed their presence even then they were right in front of him.
âItâs okay, Az. But we need to clean out the wound. Make sure there aren't any shards in-â The general stopped as he looked at the Spymaster, seeing the tears streaming down his usually stone cold face.Â
All he could do was help him sit down as Mor, seemingly better equipped to handle the situation, came over to kneel in front of her long time friend.Â
âAz?â She took his uninjured hand in hers, her other hand going to his face to wipe away the tears. âCome on, maybe you shoul-â
âSheâs gotten worse.â He admitted, his voice noticeably wobbling, âSo much worse, Mor.âÂ
Mor quickly looked at everyone else, seeing the shock, the empathy, and worse of all, the pity. She knew more than the others, not the full story, not even close, but enough to know that their reactions were part of why he kept all of it a secret. He couldnât handle their emotions on top of his.
By the time she looked back, she saw that Azriel had noticed it too. She could see him shrinking back into himself, trying to hide everything.Â
She couldnât let it happen again.Â
âLet me in, Azriel. Donât pretend, donât go through 200 more years of this.â She pleaded. Luckily, this seemed to pull him back out. âLet us all in, please?â
âI canât- I donât want pity.â He admitted.
Rhysand spoke up this time. âIs that what you think this is? Just pity? Az, come on. We all love you, we want you to be happy. But we donât want fake happiness. Seeing you like this makes us all upset, because we love you. Please, let us prove it. Let us in.â Rhysand begged.Â
Azriel gave them all a onceover, emotion showing so clearly in his face, in his eyes, that no one seemed to be able to breathe.Â
He took a deep breath before speaking up, âTomorrow. Iâll explain- show you all, tomorrow. For now, Iâd just like to celebrate Solstice, and your birthday, Feyre, with my family.âÂ
The air lightened up a little bit at the promise. Tomorrow, theyâd all face what Azriel had been dealing with alone for 200 years. But tonight, they would all celebrate Solstice, the return of light and promise of a brighter future, as a family.Â
#acotar#acotar x reader#azriel x reader#azriel#acotar angst#rhysand#feyre archeron#nesta archeron#elain archeron#mor acotar#cassian#azriel x oc
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would anyone like to explain to me why they made him so pretty

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â Obedient little boy
Obedient Law, Law acts like a Lovesick dog, OOC Law, I had a make-out session with canon and threw them out the window, and Male Reader is on their makima phase.

Trafalagar Law x Male Reader
Summary: The straw hats never knew that Trafalgar Law could be so... obedient? While the other heart pirates were already used to it but they all were still uncomfortable with it, but You and Law don't give two fucksâ
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The Thousand Sunny sailed smoothly under the bright blue sky, the waves gently lapping against the ships as the Straw Hat Pirates and Heart Pirates were gathered for a meeting. The two crews had teamed up again for a joint mission while Law was thinking of making a strategy. The rest were mingling and shared stories or just doing their own business.
But there was one thing that no one would have anticipated, and it was about to leave the Straw Hats in complete utter shock.
Trafalgar Law, the stoic and usually serious captain of the Heart Pirates, stood at the side of the deck, his gaze fixed on you-his boyfriend, and the one person who had him wrapped around your finger. You, with your sweet yet almost sickening smile, approached him with a look that made Law's heart race. The Heart Pirates exchanged uneasy glances, knowing exactly what was coming, while the Straw Hats remained blissfully unaware.
You stopped in front of Law, your smile widening as you spoke in a voice that dripped with honey.
"Law, why don't you sit down and be a good boy for me?"
The command was soft, but it had an immediate effect. Without hesitation, Law obediently sat down on a nearby crate, his usual serious expression melting away into one of quiet submission. The Heart Pirates, already used to this strange dynamic, shifted uncomfortably but remained silent. However, the Straw Hats were utterly stunned.
"W-What the...?"
Sanji stammered, his cigarette nearly falling from his lips.
"Is this real?"
Usopp whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief,
Even Zoro, who rarely showed surprise, raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sight of Law being so compliant.
You didn't seem to noticeâor careâ about the shock you were causing. Instead, you flashed that same sweet smile and, without missing a beat, settled yourself on Law's lap. The move was so casual, so natural, that it almost seemed as if you had done it a thousand times before which, in truth, you probably had.
Law's arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, and he looked up at you with an expression that could only be described as adoring. The tough, battle-hardened captain of the Heart Pirates was nowhere to be seen; in his place was a man completely and utterly devoted to you.
You reached up and gently patted his head, your fingers threading through his dark hair.
"Such a good boy, Law"
You cooed, your voice soft and affectionate.
"You're my very good boy, aren't you?"
Law's cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't try to hide his reaction. Instead, he leaned into your touch, practically melting beneath your gentle praise. The sight was enough to send shivers down the spines of anyone watching but for entirely different reasons.
The Straw Hats were in various states of disbelief and discomfort. Luffy's mouth hung open, completely stunned by what he was seeing. Nami and Robin exchanged glances, unsure whether to laugh or be concerned, while Chopper hid his face behind his hooves, clearly embarrassed.
Jinbei and Brook, tho? Well, let's just say Brook had his jaw wide open while Jinbei was looking at the other direction, hoping to be distracted by the view.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Heart Pirates, though maybe accustomed to this odd display of affection, still couldn't help but feel a little weirded out by it. They had seen their captain in countless dangerous situations, facing down enemies without fear, but seeing him like thisâ completely submissive to youâwas something they would never fully get used to.
You leaned down, your lips brushing against Law's as you whispered.
"My perfect little puppy"
And then You kissed him, long and slow, your fingers still gently stroking his hair.
Law had responded immediately, his arms tightening around you as he returned the kiss with a passion that belied his usually reserved nature. It was as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist for himâthere was only You, and he was completely lost in your touch.
The Straw Hats could only watch in stunned silence as the kiss continued, the air around them thick with an uncomfortable tension. When You finally pulled away, a satisfied smile on your lips, Law was left breathless, his eyes half-lidded and filled with adoration that you might as well could also see the hearts on his eyes.
You chuckled softly, giving him one last affectionate pat on the head.
"Such a good puppy"
You murmured, and Law practically purred in response, his contentment radiating from him like warmth from the sun.
The silence is LOUD
By this point, the Straw Hats were actually on the verge of gagging. Specifically, Sanji as he had turned away, muttering something about how quote on quote on that. "Love should be beautiful, not this... this weird show!" As Sanji felt like gagging as he stuck his tongue out.
Usopp looked like he was about to actually pass out, and even Luffy was scratching his head, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed.
The Heart Pirates, though trying to maintain their composure, were clearly struggling to keep their cool. Some of them were muttering under their breath, while others just looked away, pretending to be interested in anything other than the sight of their captain being so utterly... domesticated and love sickened...
As for You, you simply smiled, completely unfazed by the reactions around you. You knew exactly how much you affected Law, and you relished in it. Leaning back slightly, you allowed Law to wrap his arms more securely around you, his head resting against your shoulder as he basked in your presence
It was clear to everyone nowâ no matter how strong or serious Trafalgar Law might appear to the world, when it came to you, he was nothing more than an obedient, lovesick puppy
And this nightmare of an event was something none of them would never ever forget ever.
And while Male Reader and Law are still in the background still making outâ
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Made this because I had a dream with law being an obedient boy, AND I LOVE ME HOT MEN WHOS OBEDIANT FOR YOU, AND YOU ONLY SO BARK BARK WOOF WOOF BITCHES.
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Kiss the barrel of my gun softly: chapter two
Chapter warnings: sexual tension, manipulation, threatening, angst, drinking, smoking, mentions of age gap relationship, reader is a brothel owner, probably ooc Sevika, reader being uncomfortable with unwanted sexual attention (not from Sevika)

Sevika sits back on Silcoâs plush couch with a cigarette between her lips and a grim, expectant look on her face. Her robotic arm cradles a crystal glass filled to the brim with bourbon, the good kind that Silco had to have extracted from Piltover and only offers her when he wants to soften the blow of an oncoming conversation.Â
âI heard about your run in with the Madame yesterdayâ Silco speaks slowly and with narrowed eyes as he lights his cigar, analysing her every move and reaction with the intent of finding out the cause of her actions
Sevika wills herself not to bristle at the mention of you, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a deep swig of the bourbon, using the burning sensation of the liquid to excuse her long silence.
âNothing I couldn't handleâ Sevika answers nonchalantly, hoping that Silco would drop the subject so she could leave and beat whoever ratted on her to a fucking pulp.
âHeard that you stopped young Peter from attacking the Madame while she was vulnerableâ Silco states calmly with a arched brow as he blows out the smoke from his cigarÂ
âI didâ Sevika admits as her mind quickly comes up with a satisfactory excuse to appease him âI assumed you wouldnât want us to lose the chance for a partnership over something unimportantâ
âA sign of disrespect to you is a direct disrespect to me when you're out representing my businessâ Silco shoots back with an unimpressed expression, not particularly happy about his second in commands excuses âseems pretty important to me, considering youâve never tolerated it beforeâ
Sevika stays silent as her hand grips her drink before she takes another large gulp, knowing sheâd been caught out. Her eyes flick up to Silcos as his gaze bores into the side of her skull.
Silco lets out a sigh as he massages his temple with two fingers, leaning back in his chair with a clear look of annoyance at the situation.Â
âI understand you and the Madame had aâŠ.. Friendship before she took over Emeralds brothelâ Silco speaks slowly, choosing his words carefully
âFriendshipâ Sevika thinks to herself as she internally scoffs âif that's what he wants to call itâ
âBut i didn't make you my number two because of your affection for othersâ Silco continues with a sarcastic tone âi did it because of your ruthlessness and loyalty to Zaun, your loyalty to me as your boss and your friendâ
Sevika stubs her cigarette out in the Jinx personalised ashtray on Silcoâs coffee table, choosing to stay silent and accept her scolding.
âSheâs denied our men entry and use of her brothel, refused my congratulations for her new title as Madame, refused my various invitations to meetings to discuss business partnerships and now disrespecting my people in peopleâ Silco lists off with an irritated expression âShe canât keep disrespecting the chain of command without consequence, she needs to be leashedâ
âI know, sirâ Sevika breathed out through a defeated sigh, she knew he was right. She had been excusing your actions for a long time now, protecting you subtly from the shadows because of the guilt that weighed heavily on her heart and prevented her from sleeping at night.Â
Silco lets out a deep sigh as he leans back and smokes his cigar with a concentrated face before blowing out the smoke and tilting his head in an almost curious manner.
âMaybe it's best if I handle this one and pay the new madame a visitâ Silco suggests almost experimentally âif its too much-â
âIâll handle itâ Sevika speaks up quickly and firmly, eager to ensure that Silco stays separate from you âIâll talk to her, warn her against doing anything elseâ
âIt wonât be too much?â Silco asks almost condescendingly, testing to see how far he could push her until she snaps
âNo, sirâ Sevika speaks through gritted teeth as she downs her drink and stands, wanting to escape the conversation desperately âIâll visit her at her brothel and give her a warningâ
Silco looks at her with observant eyes and an arched brow before sighing and waving his hand to dismiss her from his scolding. Sevika doesn't waste her time in taking up his offer as she quickly makes her way to the door.
âVery wellâ Silco agrees in an almost bored tone as he watches her leave âsee that it's handledâ
Sevika only lets out a breath as the door closes behind her, leaving her standing alone outside Silcoâs office. An exhausted look takes place on her face as her eyes wander to the small couch beside the office door, intended for people to wait on until Silco could see them.Â
Her eyes move onto the empty other side of the door, the image forcing memories to worm their way to the front of her mind. She scoffs and sighs before shaking her head and beginning her journey to your brothel, trying to tamper the slight excitement in her bones at the prospect of talking to you.
ââââââââââ-pastâââââââââââ
Sevikaâs mind had been stuck on you and your oddly charming self since that night at the bar. Sheâd even gone as far as frequenting it more often in an attempt to spot you again. Unfortunately youâd managed to slip through her fingers as it seemed she couldn't find you anywhere.
Which is why she felt so confused at finding you waiting outside her bossâs office, leaning against the wall facing the door casually. You looked much more polished this time, cleaner without the muck covering your face and your hair tied back in an updo manner instead of being frazzled around your head. You were dressed differently too, your clothing much less casual and slightly more revealing but quite youthful compared to the dirty rags you were wearthat night at the bar.Â
âWhat are you doing here all dressed up?â she asks as she leans on the wall next to you, attempting to spook you slightly but you simply turn your head and look up at her.
âThought Iâd see you somewhere around hereâ you state calmly as you look up at her and lock your eyes with hers
âAstute observationâ Sevika scoffs out with a sarcastic tone âwhy are you here?â
âMadame Emerald has a meeting with Silco today and asked me to come with herâ you answer as you nod your head in the direction of the office to show that the two were already in there.
âYou're working for Emerald today?â Sevika asks and you nod âthat why you're dressed like that?â
âMadame likes to make sure I look presentableâ you say with a shrug, a hint of a fond smile on your lips.
âPresentable huh?â Sevika asks as her eyes travel up and down your body âshe got you working the floor like that?â
âI donât do brothel workâ you point out, the smile dropping from your face âi told you thatâ
âKid, you donât think I actually believe that do you?â Sevika asks with a smug tone and a disbelieving expression
You donât reply to her prodding and teasing, simply rolling your eyes and scoffing. This only spurs Sevika on as she leans closer to your face so that you can feel her hot breath on your cheek.
âWhat, no reply?â She continues to tease with a raised brow and a mocking tone âand i thought you were all clever and confident?â
âYour men are comingâ you state challengingly as you pick up the sounds of clumsy footsteps âdo you really want them to see you like this with me?â
Sevika rolls her eyes with a scoff as she takes a step back from you, creating some distance between the two of you.
Sure enough, two of Silcoâs men come stumbling around the corner seconds later and passing the two of you. They slow down slightly at the sight of you, smirks and crude whispers exchanged between the two of them as they approach you.
You look away with a slightly uncomfortable look on your face, crossing your arms around yourself almost in an attempt to self soothe and make yourself disappear. This seemingly pleases the two men who let out cruel laughs at your reaction.
They quickly shut up though, when sevika is spotted next to you with an absolutely deadly glare. She steps slightly in front of you as they get closer, her poncho dangling just in front of your hand as you feel tempted to grab the soft fabric.
The two men trip over themselves as they scurry away as quickly as possible. Sevika scoffs and rolls her as she returns to her previous position next to you against the wall.
âFucking idiotsâ she mumbles her breath with a sigh
âTheyâre yours and Silcoâs menâ you point out, slightly surprised at her harsh words.
âSo?â Sevika scoffs out with an obvious tone âStupidâs stupid no matter what side theyâre onâ
You let out a chuckle at her blunt words,covering your smiling mouth with your palm to quieten down your giggles. Sevika canât help her lips quirking up at the sound of your almost heavenly laugh, letting out her own huff of amusement before it dies down to a comfortable silence.
âHow long until they finish up?â Sevika asks with a nod in the office's direction.
âProbably another ten minutes?â you guess before tilting your head curiously âshouldnât you be in there, for protection and stuff?â
âSilco doesnât need a babysitter, sweetheartâ Sevika replies with a scoff âi'm sure he can handle himself against emerald just fine on his ownâ
â____â you correct her with your name âyour people could get the wrong impression if they hear you calling me sweetheartâ
Sevika steps in front of you, her robotic arm resting on the wall next to your head and effectively caging you in. Her face leans in closely as she smirks.
âWhy would I care what impression they get?â Sevika asks obviously in a low tone
âBecause flirting with me hardly makes you look loyal to Silcoâ you point out with a scoff âiâm one of his rivals assistants after allâ
âWhat does it matter to Silco what I do in my free time?â Sevika asks suggestively
âDoing me is off limitsâ you state firmly, your hand going to her shoulder with the intention of pushing her away
âSays who?â Sevika asks with a low chuckleÂ
âMany, many peopleâ you reply as your hand slides up from her shoulder to cup her cheek almost teasingly, unable to deny yourself from wanting to touch her.
âAnd whoâs got the balls to tell me your off limits?â She asks with an amused scoff.
âMadame Emerald and Silco for oneâ you point out with an amused smile at her determination âunless they miraculously stop hating each other and make a business deal out of nowhereâ
âYour infuriatingâ Sevika sighs out, smirk dropping at the reminder
âYepâ you answer back with a small laugh
âYou're a brat, yâknow that?â she asks with a huff as she leans in closer.
You're unable to resist as your eyes flutter closed in anticipation before snapping open suddenly and pulling your head back at the sound of talking and footsteps from the other side of the office door.
âTheyâre comingâ you warn quickly with slight panic on your face
âJust my luckâ Sevika grumbles out with a sigh before pulling away and creating distance between the two of you by standing next to you.
Madame Emerald exits the office with a foul look, clearly unhappy with the meeting's conclusion. Sheâs dressed in her usual elaborate emerald green outfit and makeup covering her ageing face, an outfit befitting someone with the title of madame.
She quickly makes her way towards you, a fond smile taking place on her lips at the sight of you as she notices some stray hairs and almost childishly tucks them behind your ears before patting your head affectionately
At the sight of Sevika, a frown takes over her expression as she shoots her an extremely unfriendly glare. She doesnât even bother to acknowledge her more than that as she takes off down the hallway and calls for you to follow.
You gift Sevika one last smile when Silco isn't looking before following Madame Emerald obediently. Sevika watches your figure disappear down the hallway with an irritated expression, she canât help but feel like youâve slipped through her fingers once again.
There's always next time, she supposes.
âââââââââ-presentâââââââââ-
You can't help but let out a sigh at the unwanted memories worm their way back into the front of your mind, wanting nothing more than to focus on the paperwork sitting in front of you.
âEverything okay Madame?â you hear from beside you
You let out another sigh before nodding and reminding yourself to keep stone faced, you could let everything out later but right now you were Madame Obsidian and not â____â
âEverythings fine, Gingerâ you say calmly with a nod to the muscular, red haired woman âjustâŠ. Thinkingâ
Ginger simply gives you a nod and an understanding look before the older woman's face turns slightly awkward.
âMore of Silcoâs men came to the brothel earlier, offered a bag of coins each if we let them inâ she speaks carefully, tiptoeing around the uncomfortable subject âI really think we should start letting them back in-â
âNoâ you cut her with a firm rejection ânone of Silcoâs people are allowed on the premises, thats finalâ
âBut without their profit then we could go into debt-â she attempts to reason with you, but you cut her off once again
âNoâ you repeat firmly, a slight bit of vulnerability cracking into your voice âI won't allow it, i won't have anyone who works for that man near my girlsâ
Ginger's face softens with understanding at your words, how protective you are of your workers despite most of them being older than you yourself. The older woman just sighs and nods.
âUnderstood madame, iâll leave you to your workâ she says as she heads to the door, stopping herself before leaving fully and speaking in a quiet tone âsheâd be proud of you, madameâ
You can't stop the tears that flow down your cheeks and wet the paperwork underneath you as soon as the door swings shut. Small sobs barely muffled by your palm and your hand threading through the hair on your scalp and pulling harsh enough to burn, finally letting out the emotions youâd been hiding all day.
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pawns in your game
pairing: cassian x fem!reader
summary: when you get injured working a job with rhys, your mate - worried for your safety - loses it and finally lets go of his pent up anger
warnings: angst, injury towards reader, cass getting angry at rhys and also rhys kinda being a dick (look I have a lot of thoughts of conversations that never happened in acosf lol - I just hope this isn't horribly ooc)
words: 1.3k
a/n: first cassian fic! honestly, I know I said I'm in love with rhys, but it's the same for cass and az - so this one is for my fellow cassian people! wasn't sure how to wrap this up, so I left it open for a part 2. let me know if anyone is interested and/or has any ideas? but either way, please enjoy!! (also, if you could let me know what you think because I'm so nervous about posting this!)
tagging @captainsophiestark as requested! (hope you're having a lovely day!)
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"Cassian, I need you to visit Windhaven and deal with Devlon. I'm getting reports of unrest, and I want this handled before it becomes a problem." Rhys commanded, not looking up from the papers on his desk.
Standing at attention, Cass nodded his head once, sharply. "Of course. I will go and pack, so that y/n and I may leave before the sun sets." He moved to exit the room, holding his hand out for you, but was quickly stopped before either of you got too far.
"Actually, y/n, I need you to accompany me." Rhys interrupted, directing his attention to you.
Your jaw dropped, caught off guard, and you hurried to school your features. It was not that you had to be paired with Cassian for all missions, but it had been that way for at least a century now since your mating ceremony. It served as peace of mind to you and Cass, and usually meant your missions were more successful compared to when you were separated. Surely, Rhys understood that.
"We will be leaving for the Spring Court in the morning, and I need my most trusted courtier with me."
Shock ran through your body, but you nodded your head regardless. It must be a serious matter, for you had not visited the Spring Court in many months. However, you instantly felt a sharp tug of your mating bond followed by waves of anger that poured off of Cassian.
"Spring Court?" he ground out, fists clenched at his side. "Why must you travel to the Spring Court? I thought we put that behind us?"
"Because I have official business to conduct with Tamlin that supersedes our personal desires. And I need the Night Court's courtier present for." Rhys snapped back.
You sent a soothing message down the bond, trying to calm Cass' anger you felt growing with each second that passed. "Cass, it's alright. Both of us will be fine."
"No. Rhys, you know what happened the last time any of us stepped foot there. You really want to risk it? Can't you send anyone else to go? Lucien, Mor, Feyre?"
Now it was Rhys' turn to growl. "Watch it, Cassian. I've told y/n she will accompany to Spring and that's enough."
"But can't you just-"
"I said that's enough!" Rhys shouted, his eyes darkened dangerously as the thread of his patience snapped. "I am your High Lord, and you will not push back against what I command."
A tension so thick that it threatened to choke you immediately filled the room. You kept your eyes locked on the ground, but you didn't have to look to know Cass wore a mask of despair on his face. It had been decades since Rhys had lost his temper like that.
Cassian merely bowed his head in mock respect before dragging you from the room. He did not speak for the next hour, only doing so to whisper his love and goodbye to you, before flying to Windhaven, not saying another word to Rhys.
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The next day found yourself in the ruins of the Spring Court. What once was a beautiful court that thrived for all its citizens now lay dilapidated and lonely, a reflection of the court's high lord's own feelings. It had rattled your nerves to set foot on Tamlin's territory considering the rocky history between the Spring and Night courts, but you would not leave Rhys' side.
Now, you were utterly exhausted from mediating with two, stubborn males all day; only for no new development to transpire, meaning you simply wasted a day away from your own court and your mate. Your only relief came from the swift exit Rhys insisted on, making sure you would arrive home before the sun set.
Yet, the tension from the previous day lingered as you and Rhys traveled to the border to be able to winnow out. But as you both walked in silence, you couldn't help but feel uneasy. Like someone, or something was watching you. Before you could communicate any of this to Rhys, you caught a solider out of the corner of your eye with an arrow notched and aimed at your high lord.
"Look out!" you shouted. With such little warning, you knew Rhys wouldn't be able to deflect the arrow on his own. And with a rush of adrenaline, you pushed your body to reach Rhys.
Mere seconds before the arrow could lodge itself in its initial target, your body collided with Rhys', knocking him out of the way and safely to the ground. Instead, the arrow lodged itself deep in your shoulder, burning like a thousand fires. You let out a guttural scream, immediately dropping to the ground.Â
Being part of the Inner Circle - the Court of Dreams - meant you were no stranger to pain, but this was unlike anything you ever thought existed. Very briefly, you recognized that Rhys had neutralized the threat and now hovered over your body.Â
His face was contorted in pain and tears clouded his eyes. He moved to pull the arrow from your body, but halted the moment he touched it. Your scream reverberated in the stone courtyard.Â
"y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he cried, never seeing you like this. Quickly, Rhys gathered you in his arms and winnowed back to Velaris and directly into the med wing. He prayed Madja could mend the wounds, and he blanched at the thought of Cassian discovering the events that had played out.Â
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Meanwhile, in the Windhaven camp, Cassian was meeting with a handful of males, attempting to negotiate peace. His focus wavered, however, as a blinding wave of agony struck his heart through his bond. He froze on the spot, his heart stopped pumping blood. While on a mission, the two of you had agreed to keep the bond closed - for safety reasons. The fact that he could feel this immense pain, meant something very wrong had occurred.Â
"I-I have to go." Cassian mumbled, not bothering to offer any more explanation to the Illyrians - consequences be damned.
Immediately, he took to the skies and started the flight back to Velaris. The already long flight felt like it took an eternity. The wind strung at Cassian's cheeks as he soared, but the pain didn't register like the way the bond sung in pain.
Finally, Cass could see River House in his site, and when he finally entered the house, he was met with the site of his family huddled together in the sitting room. All eyes turned his way, a mixture of pity and concern as they looked at him.Â
"What happened? Where is y/n?" he demanded, fully stepping into his role as Lord of Bloodshed, eyes darkened and wings drawn out menacingly.
Before anyone could answer, another scream could be heard from the halls. Cassian's knees buckled, and he would have fallen to the floor if Azriel hadn't been standing by. Rhys blocked his path, unable to meet his brother's eye.
"She was attacked, brother. We were ambushed while visiting the Spring Court." Rhys whispered.
"And they attacked her?" Cass questioned, though he knew deep down that wasn't the case. When Rhys, or anyone else for that matter, refused to speak, Cassian growled. "What happened?"
Unable to speak, Rhysand gently scraped against Cassian's mental shields and projected to him the whole truth of what had happened at the Spring Court; the ambush, you pushing yourself into harm's way for the sake of Rhys, and the pain you felt from the moment the arrow struck your body.
As Rhys withdrew himself from his brother's mind, Cass drew, deep rugged breaths. The silence in the room was so thick it felt suffocating, but no one dared to move or speak first. However, instead of speaking, Cass pushed past everyone and demanded his way into your room to be by your side.
One look at your crumpled form, sent Cassian to his knees by your bedside. He reached out, hesitantly, to grasp your hand in his and allowed the tears to fall. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he mumbled.
Madja made herself known from the corner, approaching Cass the way one would a frightened animal. "The arrow she was shot with was laced with a terrible poison - much worse than faebane. I've done my best, but some of the poison already made it to her system."
"When will she wake up?" Cass asked, not allowing the possibility of you never waking to cross his lips.
The healer sighed deeply, looking over the famed general, now brought to his knees at the sight of his mate fighting for her life. "Only the Cauldron and Mother know. It will be up to y/n to bring herself back from the brink." Madja spoke slowly.
With a final, soothing touch to Cass's shoulder, Madja made her exit. Now off to deliver the same news to the rest of your waiting family.
"Please don't leave me. Y-you can't leave me." Cass whispered, clutching your hand. "I'm here with you every step of the way." he vowed.
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And that was how it continued for the next four days as your body continued to try and heal itself from the inside out. Cass refused to move from the chair he had dragged to sit by your bed. Unwilling to leave your side for even a moment.
The rest of his family took turns sitting with you and Cass, bringing him meals, forcing him to at least take a bite. He knew that everyone else was suffering as well from your situation, but it felt like his heart was being torn apart, bit by bit, with each hour that passed and you still remained asleep.
He wasn't stupid. He knew the longer you went without improvement, the less likely it became you would heal. Cass heard the hushed conversations Mor and Azriel held outside your door, discussing what to do should the worst happen, Cauldron forbid.
It was on that fourth day that Cassian reached a tipping point. He heard the door creak open behind him, imagining it was Amren who would be sitting with him, based on the previous days' schedule.
What Cass had not anticipated was to see his High Lord approach the bed and pull a chair up on the opposite side of your bed. It was obvious to see the prominent dark circles that overtook Rhys's normally bright face, and the way his body and seemingly sunk into itself. But Cass could not bring himself to care for his brother's guilt or be the first to utter a word.
With a wave of his hand, Rhys summoned a tray of food for Cassian, and only sighed when he rejected the peace offering. Finally, Rhys found a sliver of courage and was the first to break the silence.
"Madja has yet to make headway on identifying the poison y/n was hit with, but she is not giving up. None of us are." he offered, unsure of how to breach the subject.
Rhysand could only imagine what Cassian was experiencing. The pain of losing Feyre had been so immense, but in a twisted sense, at least it had been quick. A blink of an eye and she was gone. Rhys didn't think he would have been strong enough to sit vigil, feeling her fade through the bond with each passing minute.
"Stop looking at me like she's already gone." Cass growled, eyes darkening towards Rhys.
"Brother, I only want to help her, and to support you."
"I think you've done quite enough. It's your fault she's even in this position to begin with." he spat, enjoying the way that Rhys flinched at his words.
"Now that's not fair, Cassian." Rhys tried to counter. "I never asked her to that for me."
Cass could only scoff at the High Lord's response. "Of course, you didn't have to ask. You're the fucking High Lord, of course she was going to risk her life for you. Isn't that we all do here?"
"All of you, y/n including, knew what you were getting into, what the dangers were, when you swore allegiance to my court. You don't get to throw that back on me. You think this doesn't hurt me just as it hurts you?"
"No, it fucking doesn't!" Cassian screamed, his blood boiling at this point. "Because you use us like your puppets to protect you and your mate-"
"Careful how you continue, Cassian." Rhysand warned, not caring for slander against his mate, even in Cass's state of grief.
"Ever since this "death bargain" you and Feyre struck, it's like the rest of us don't matter. All we do is making sure your asses aren't killed because Cauldron forbid the saviors of Prythian are stolen from us." Cassian blazed on. "Yes, you've lost your mate before, Rhys, but she came back to you, and you to her.
"Who will remake y/n if she can't fight this? You and your High Lady are so far up on your pedestal that you don't know what it's like for the rest of us. Yes, we understood what our duties would entail, but that doesn't mean we have to continue to stand for this." Cassian spat, finally allowing years of pent-up fear and anger to spill over.
With one last, murderous, glare, Cassian turned his back on Rhysand, letting his words ring out for all in the House to hear. His wings stretched out behind him, hiding both you and he from Rhys, the Night Court, and the rest of the world. If it was to only be the two of you against everyone else from that point on, so be it.
part 2
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a/n: part 2?
#cassian x reader#cassian imagine#actoar cassian x reader#acotar x reader#acotar imagine#rita writes
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as you like it (sequel to romeo â± juliet)

âł gojo satoru/reader
bound by the dictates of the prophecy, the emperor contemplates whether retaining his wife or severing ties with her may be the sole path to fulfill his ambitions. yet, what he may fail to discern, is that the plague in his reign lies beyond what meets the eye
â± genre. tragedy, revenge, period piece, renaissance au
â± tags. 26k wc, extremely ooc, tyranny, emperor!gojo, empress!reader, (you will hate the reader!), unrequited love, religion (especially catholicism), blasphemy, mentions of infidelity, violence, war, rebellion, misogyny, impregnation, smut, disease, gore, death, arson, and written in early modern english/archaic english
â± notes. heavily inspired by anne boleyn's real-life story, and manhwas sister, i am the queen in this life and ten ways to get dumped by a tyrant, as well as shakespeareâs king henry V. direct quotes also derived from the movie the king. has no correlation to the original as you like it play except for the title, as i wanted a title to my r+j sequel that's still shakespeare-inspired :) feedbacks are highly appreciated :')
masterlist. playlist. gallery. archaic grammar index.
EARLY MODERN ENGLISH -> MODERN ENGLISH VERSION
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SATORU, Emperor of Caelum.
YOU, of the same order.
SUGURU, knight commander of the Imperial Order of Knights.
TOJI, Emperor of Astheryn.
NAOYA, a duke, cousin to Toji.
GENEVA, nurse to the empress.
MAXIMILIAN, advisor to the Caelan Emperor.
NANAMI, a nobleman.Â
The Pope.
FRIAR MYCHAL, a Franciscan.
YUUTA, cousin to Satoru, exiled
A maid.Â
A physician.
The Oracle.Â
Citizens of Astheryn and Caelum; kinsfolk of both empires; the Imperial Court, Nobles, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants
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In a vast empire's might, an Emperor reigned,
Duty's veil his heart restrained.
Beside him, an Empress fair did stand,
Her love unmet, her heart unmanned.
Cold and still, his heart did lie;
Untouchâd by love's gentle sigh.
The Empress longâd for his affection true,
Yet his love remainâd a distant hue.
In shadows deep, her love did pine,
Bound by duty's rigid line.
As seasons passed, her love turned to ire,
A flower of vengeance, fuelâd by fire.
Now as our tale begins we see,
How love and duty bring us forth to tragedy.
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THE LATE 15TH CENTURY
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Only slightly did you loosen up as the sequence of your steps were taken in slow but measured strides. Each footfall had a rhythm that was neither lacking in confidence nor hesitance, with your heels clicking on the marble floors and the sound of it echoing along the spacious hallway as if to remind every person within the vicinity that the Empress was arriving. You held your breath much to the tightness of your corset and tried to keep your emotions intact, taking a halt from walking knowing that your ladies-in-waiting were tailing you closely behind.
Two valiant knights stood by his door, offering a curtsy to their Empress the minute you had crossed their eyes. A knock on the door followed. Then, soon enough, you were granted a step forward inside your husbandâs study.Â
There he was, ensconced behind his desk amid copious piles of paperwork, his attention undivided by the woman who graced his study with her presence. His locks, reminiscent of Arctic snow, were meticulously arranged, accentuated by the resplendent black doublet he donned, adorned with intricate silver patterns upon the brocade cloth. His eyes, as blue as the sky and oceans alike, declined to meet the gaze of his own wife.Â
âFor what purpose art thou come?â he uttered.
Meanwhile, you made a swift curtsy and motioned for the attendants and knights to depart away, leaving the two of you alone. âI crave a word with thee, Your Majesty.â
His countenance appeared to congeal as he fixed his gaze upon you for several uncomfortable moments. "Of what matter?"
âConcerning the New Year's banquet, dear husband. It draweth nigh in a fortnight, and arrangements must be set in motion.â You stood squarely afore him, hands entwined afore you. A regal presence. A queenly figure, fashioned precisely to his desires. Such was the image the empire had embraced since your ascension to the throne. Before him stood the epitome of grace suited to that role. âPray, what theme dost Your Majesty propose?âÂ
He closed the ledger he had been inscribing on, scrutinizing your features intently. âI harbor little fondness for such gatherings, yet the banquet is a necessary evil.â His gaze shifted towards your gown, meticulously crafted to complement your form, adorned with the same elaborate embroidery as his own attire, accented by a sizable silver cross adorning your neck like the good Christian you were. âThe citizens already begin to take note of our opulence; thus, I eschew an excessiveness that may draw undue attention. Let it be lavish enough to suit our status, yet not overly extravagant. As for the theme, it ought to be black and silver to match our regalia.â
The Caelum regalia, once bedecked in innocent hues of white and blue, underwent a somber transformation to black and silver upon his ascension to the throne. Behind this alteration lay a tragic tale. Satoru, the man whom you addressed as husband, had first borne the title of Crown Prince before ascending to the imperial seat. His younger sister, the infamous maiden who met her demise alongside her lover, was bound to an ill-fated romance that purportedly quelled an age-old enmity between two ancestral foes.
The forbidden romance betwixt a scion of a Zen'in and a scioness of a Gojou, both of princely lineage, ignited strife between the Astheryn and Caelum Empires. With half a century of animosity between these bloodlines, a lust for supremacy, and an unyielding clash between nations, the discord erupted into a civil strife, ceasing solely with the ratification of a peace accord signed by the sovereigns of both empires.
Yet before all these tumultuous events unfolded, Satoru's ascent to the highest throne owed much to you. Though you were not his intended betrothed, you were a lady deeply enamored with the prince; with whom he divulged myriad fervent nights with. As the daughter of a duke whose lineage boasted mastery in the craft of forging fine swords and weaponry, and so well-versed in the art of warfare, he saw you fit to stand as his empress, prepared to reciprocate your erstwhile unrequited love through means of marriage. Howbeit, this accord came at the cost of you aiding him in his quest to unseat both his father and mother from their thrones. He loathed his parents just as strongly as he did Astheryn. The rulers preceding him were despotic tyrants, showing scant regard for kinship ties, and they exhibited no sorrow for the passing of the princess, which was a loss deeply felt by Satoru.
Satoru carried ambitions of ascending to the august throne of Caelum from a tender age, unwilling to await the natural demise of his father for ascension and instead, do it by means of force. He was prepared to imbrue his hands with his own kindredâs blood to sit at the highest throne, yet such a feat was no trifling matter. The civil unrest presented the opportune moment to execute his plans, spurred on all the more by his sister's untimely demise. With your military affiliations and strategic acumen, you aided him in orchestrating a coup d'Ă©tat against his own kin. Ending it all with him, severing his fatherâs head with a sword, and you, killing his mother with a dose of poison. His other oppositions followed, and those who did not support his cause were offered a swift journey to hell through mass execution. Throughout these macabre events, you stood steadfast by his side, currying favor with the surviving nobility to fortify his position as emperor. Identifying traitors, you presented them for his judgment. In due course, you became his most trusted confidante, the sole woman deemed worthy to stand beside him on the day of his coronation, heralding the dawn of a new era for the empire. Thus, a new nation, a new sovereignty, and a new regalia were born.
âAs thou wish, my liege.â With careful steps, you navigated his study, casting an appraising gaze upon the books lining his shelves before pausing behind him. He ought to discern that the banquet did not solely occupy your intentions that day. âPrithee, burden not thyself with all this paperwork.â Your lips brushed his ear. âInstead, shall I expect thee in my bedchamber this eve?âÂ
He tensed, drawing a deep breath to temper his emotions. You always seemed to know how to push his buttonsâin good and bad ways. You played him like a fiddle as always. Indeed, he was well aware that your desires surpassed the scope of mere banquet arrangements. âVery well.â
The distant gaze he cast upon you pierced deeply. Eight long years of matrimony, and only now did he begin to exhibit such aloofness. Only now did such estrangement manifest. What sudden shift had befallen this marriage? You were not privy to the answer, yet you strived to deny it. Natheless, for the sake of your peace of mind, did you venture forth with your inquiry. âMy liege, I wilt be so bold as to believe that thou dost not carry grudge against me.â Your eyes remained fixed upon his saintly face. âDo I speak true? For my failure to conceive the last time weââ
ââTis useless to harbor grudge over matters beyond control.â Displeasure thinned his lips. âWhat gain have I, to chastise thee merely because thou art barren?â
Pained by his words, you stepped away, quietly but firmly asserting, â...I am not barren.â
âThou hast failed to conceive after eight years; to mine eyes, that qualifies as being barren.â He flipped back to the page he was perusing, resuming his writing.
Any trace of happiness that once adorned your mien now dissipated, and was replaced by the shadows of his cutting words. âThen, what plan shall thou construct if I fail to bear fruit?â
Satoru halted in his writing, his quill suspended in the air. He closed his eyes as he spoke, âShould thou not conceive in the foreseeable future, I am left with no alternative but to initiate a divorce. No matter the cost.â
Your eyes widened at his decision, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of his words settled upon you. His words seemed rehearsed, so well-thought of, as though he had expected this day to come and heretofore looked forward to informing you of this very plan. You failed to catch his reasoning, but succeeded at bearing the pain it had burdened you with. What had driven him to this conclusion? Certainly, a mere heir would not lead him to this ultimatum.Â
âA concubine, then, doth thou suggest so?â Firm and resolute in your stance was how you received his proposal.Â
The emperor averted his gaze, allowing silence to stand as your response for several minutes until he finally articulated a considerate reply. âMine heir cannot be born a bastard, and so concubines shall only complicate matters. I have no plans in that department.â You sensed the direction of his thoughts, and you dreaded his continuation. âRather, I beseech thee to abdicate thy throne, and I shall remarry another lady, be it of royal or imperial lineage, to bear the heir of this empire. It is the sole fitting course of action. That which, a divorce shall become necessary.â
âStep down from my throne?â Your voice quavered, laced with disbelief and anguish. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. âThou would cast me aside, discard me like a worn-out garment in your mistemperâd fit, for the sake of an heir? After everything I have done for thee.â Your words echoed in the chamber, each syllable heavy with the betrayal you felt.
Your heart, once brimming with devotion, now lay shattered at your feet. All your life, you have loved him. All your happiness and tears, you have devoted to him. You had stood by his side through every trial, every conquest, only to be deemed unworthy of bearing his legacy. The sting of rejection seared your soul, igniting a fierce resolve within your wounded spirit. Yet nothing was his response. No words of comfort did he return for your wifely agony.Â
With a voice trembling through a mixture of sorrow and defiance, you met his gaze. âFair enough,â you whispered, your tone laden with a sorrowful resignation. âIf it is a concubine thou seek, then so be it. But a divorce, will I not honor. And know this, my lord,â you declared, your voice rising with a newfound strength, âI am the Empress. The only one. There is none within this empire akin to me, for a worthless, lowly concubine shalt not depose this Empress Y/N of Caleum thou wouldst so readily compromise.â
And in that solemn proclamation, you turned away, your stolid mien masking the shattered pieces of your fractured heart.Â
His countenance remained stoic as he observed your departure, sighing inwardly as you exited his study. Although no longer offering a response, he found himself unable to deny the truth of your words. Nor the power in which you presented them. Your presence lingered in his thoughts, holding sway over him in a manner he could not fathom.Â
As expected, you were epitome of a powerful empress just like what his mother once was and there ought to be a lot more convincing for you to step down from your post.Â
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âIf the oracle speaks true, then I fear, my lord, that this empire is destined to fall.â
It was late in the night, though the castle still brimmed with light from the torches adorning the halls. Most servants had retired to bed by this hour, barring the guards stationed at key areas of the castle. Meanwhile, the emperor remained awake, engaged in discussions concerning the fate of his sovereign. A predestined fate that could only be avoided should he make the effort to fulfill the conditions of the prophecy.Â
Standing discreetly before him was Lord Maximillian, his advisorâa man who had witnessed his growth from juvenile years to the present moment. He had come to offer the emperor the much-needed counsel regarding the pressing matter at hand.
âMax, what say thee? Discuss unto me; dost thou deem me incapable?â The man of higher power questioned. âI have conversed with the Empress regarding the divorce. I have set forth the framework of my scheme should she falter in birthing my heir. I have articulated it in a manner that renders it just in her eyes. Yet, she reacts with such intensity. And loves so ardently. Ah! Women. Such vile, defiant women art the problem! A termagantâthat, she is. For many years, I have afforded her the benefit of the doubt. Her mind is too ambitious for her own right. I know not how to proceed with her any longer. The prophecy dictates that I must have an heir.â
The old man returned him a soulless look. âIf thou take the matter otherwise than is meant, then may I suggest that Your Majesty dispose of her.â
âDispose?â he queried, as though he had misheard. âHer? My wife? Thou see it best to dispose of her?â
âAy, I think it be. In the same fashion as your sire and dame,â Maximillian asserted, drawing a deep breath. âPrithee, do not misconstrue my intent as treason. My loyalty lies in thee, my liege. I stand by thee. I seek naught but the best for thee, for this empire hath not seen better days until thy sovereignty.â
Silence enveloped the air. Satoru took a moment to gaze at his elongating shadow, gradually shaping itself as he moved farther from the candlelight. In the darkness, his shadow morphed into a menacing silhouette, a specter lurking in the darkness was what had become of him. To become a tyrant was never his intention nor the promise he made to his departed sister, who yearned for Satoru to embody fairness and strength in rulership. And to be an emperor for the people. She had strived for peace among nations, yet here her brother stood, mirroring the oppressive parental figures he had overthrown. What allure did power hold over him? What such force could sway him now to forsake the very individual who had displayed unwavering marital devotion towards him?
âHast thou been in correspondence with the King of Ellesmere?â inquired the Emperor. âIs it not so that his daughter, the princess, was to wed the late Prince of Astheryn? That prince was the very son of that wretch. That despot. That Emperor Toji II of Astheryn, my foremost enemy. What hath become of that princess, dost thou know?â
Maximillian stared at him intently. âEight years and a vicennium ripe, yet still an unmarried maiden is the fair Princess Katarina. Is it her hand that Your Majesty seeks?â
âI shall speak my mind as the emperor, so I say this: âtis merely her status that makes of her the sole eligible woman to be my wife and empress of this empire.â His decision was wrought with hesitation yet born out of necessity. âYet for the nonce, she cannot be seated until Y/N hath been dethroned. My decision shall hinge upon whether my wife shall be able to bear my heir anon. Elsewise, I shall dispose of her.â
His advisor sent him a look of approval. ââTis a decision that can only originate in thee, my lord. God be with âye.âÂ
âIf that be all, then give leave awhile.â The emperor paused at the western part of the castle, a nigh away from the corridors leading to his wifeâs bedchamber. âI do beseech thee to be my herald on the morrow. Write to the King of Ellesmere briefly and concisely. Ere thou falsely honor a new empress, the long hours of my night are to be spent with the woman presently seated upon the throne.â
Eventually, Satoru reached your chambers and noticed that a few candles had been lit, their warm light illuminating the room softly. In the solitude in which you found yourself, seated by the bed and bathed in moonlight, silent in such serenity he hoped not to disturb. The fabric of your nightgown, thin and delicate, revealed the contours of your womanly figure beneath. He, too, was clad in a thin robe that left little to the imagination.Â
As you turned to face him, you caught sight of the faint scars and marks from countless battles etched across his body, though his expression remained mostly neutral as it always had and you were unbeknownst to the profanity he had spoken of you a few minutes hence. Now, his electric blue eyes looked at you with careful scrutiny, pondering whether this sensual encounter would all be in vain or if you truly intended to fulfill your role and bear an heir this time.
âHow stands the hour?â You spoke softly, approaching him with a sad glint in your eyes. âI have waited.â
âPardon. Urgent matters callâd upon me.â Satoru could see the sadness in your eyes, but he tried his best to ignore it. You are barren, and there is little he can do to change that. He should begin his newfound task to detach from you. You brought him no good. You offered him no better fate. You were no longer instrumental for him to attain his long-standing ambition. Nevertheless, with your genuinely loving eyes he found himself conflicted, and that showed in his facial expressions. His brow knit, and he parted his lips as if to speak before hesitating and closing them again. You sensed his inclination to make you feel miserable, to render you desolate, yet he could not muster the resolve to articulate such words. Thus, he remained silent.
While you, you stood perfectly still. Like a porcelain doll displayed as a mere decoration. You wanted nothing but to give him his manly satisfaction that night, hoping that your marriage could still work and that he would not need the betrothal of another lady to carry him an heir. With delicate hands, you let the nightgown slip away, falling beneath your feet as the cold air caressed your naked form. This body. All of it belonged to him. âMy lord.â You kept your eyes on him. And he, on your shapely bosom. âPlease do with me as thou wish.â
Satoruâs eyes darkened as he stared at you, his voice taking a commanding tone to match his expression. âTurn around.â
You did as ordered. As obediently, as submissively. Like a servant serving her master. Yet, beneath this guise of obedience lay a deeper yearningâto vie for his love once more, and to affirm, if only for one last time, that his words this morn were but a fleeting outburst of heightened emotions.
âThou art fair, indeed,â whispered he. âTis a shame that you fall short in one aspect.
He walked behind you, enfolding you in his muscular arm, ensnaring you in his robust grasp as his fingers traced a path down your back. You could feel the contours of his toned abs pressed against your back, while he explored the dips and curves of your body with his touch, squeezing the soft mounds on your chest. He then leaned his forehead against your neck, trailing tender kisses along your spine.Â
The passionate night continued with the both of you taking turns in granting each other pleasure. The kisses around your neck, his tongue in between your folds, your hand wrapped around his well-endowed member. And before you know it, he was entering you from behind, penetrating the depths of your cavern in pursuit of reaching his high. His grasp on your hips tightened with each thrust, rendering your knees weak as you remained on all fours.
Your intimate session lasted for a while, as he was not satisfied enough at having only one release for the night. He jostled you from the back, to the side, and to the front. All of which left you with the warmth of his seed seeping out of your entrance, and subsequently down your thighs.Â
If only he did not let his mind speak, you could have deluded yourself that this night was his declaration of utmost love for you.Â
âI shall leave thee if an heir dost not soon grant me, do we share this understanding?â Satoru did not sleep as he looked at you, his thoughts running rampant as he questioned whether or not he was being too cruel. His heart skipped a beat as he saw a second of your tears, tears that you so rightfully held back, and he was at a loss of words for once. He knew that he needed to stay firm on his decision, but seeing you on the verge of breaking down... it struck guilt in him. Satoruâs face softened, his tone becoming more calm and less forceful. Subconsciously did he do his best to comfort you. âIt disheartens me that it hath come to this. Though I speak it to thee, I have duties to fulfill as emperor.âÂ
You could not answer immediately and tried to bear the sting it brought to your heart. âHow now, didst so suddenly thou find it easy to cast me aside? Wherefore, is it another lady on thy mind?â
âThatâs not so.â His guilt was knocking at the door, but he tried to pay it no mind. âThis empire requires an heir and thou have failed me.â
âBlame the lack of children on thyself, perchance.â You bit back as your chest rose and fell from heavy breaths. âSo infrequently did mine own husband warm my bed as though I am unwed. Blame it, then, on the distance thou have set upon us! A child cannot be born if not be made.â
Satoruâs eyes narrowed at your words. âAnd dost thou suggest we consummate every minute and every second of the day?â A scoff left his lips. âEight years, I have given thee.âÂ
âAnd yet, for eight years, thou hast not learnâd to love me.â
Your gaze remained fixed, each word hanging heavily in the air, as the weight of your shared history and unresolved emotions loomed between the two of you. It was as though the very atmosphere crackled with tension, the silence pregnant with unspoken truths and unfulfilled desires. What was his true and most honest intent in forsaking you?Â
Satoru sat by the edge, ultimately deciding to leave you with yet another night devoid of slumber, lone upon your chamber. âLove? That very love is what killed my sister.âÂ
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A fair distance from the Gate of Saint Pellegrino, a homeless woman cradled a baby in her arms. Her other children darted about Saint Peterâs Square while she sang a hauntingly familiar lullaby to her infantâa melody too melancholic for a child, yet so fitting for the occasion. You recognized it as the song created by the Caelan citizens after the war ended. Her dulcet voice would rival the angels of the sky, and amidst the throng of people attempting to breach the ranks of the knights surrounding the Emperor and Empress, she stayed firm in her spot, her haunting hymn weaving through the atmosphere, while her storm-grey eyes bore into you with an eerie intensity to captivate you in a trance.Â
A rose will bloom, it then will fade
So does a youth, so does a fairest maid
Beneath the stars, they found their place,
In secret trysts, love's tender grace.
But lo, the fates their love did fray,
In bitter strife, they slipped away.
So hush, dear ones, and hear this lay,
Of love that wilted, night and day.
In whispered sighs, they bid goodbye,
Two souls in love, 'neath starry sky.
A decade had passed since the most scandalous demise of the Astheryn prince and the Caelum princess had occurred, where both lovers were discovered lifeless within the somber halls of the Sistine Chapel. Contrary to the common folk's belief, they were not wed, nor did they meet their tragic end at Saint Peterâs, forsooth, as their bodies were in fact found at the nearby Sistine Chapel, and their mortuary later held at Saint Peterâs basilica. The Catholic church acknowledged this romantic tragedy as a conclusion to the long-standing feud betwixt two noble empires, henceforth commemorating the young couple's demise each passing year with a holy mass.
This year rendered particular significance as it marked the solemn tenth anniversary of their untimely departure. Mayhap, it may be the reason why your husband had been on edge as of late. Every year, his sisterâs demise served as a brutal reminiscence for himâa grim reminder of his perished sister and the origin of his tyrannical reign. He bore witness to his parents' handling of the conflict with Astheryn ten years ago, whereupon they callously demanded the common folk spill their blood in service to the imperial dynasty, igniting civil unrest in its wake. Such ruthless and cowardly deeds left an indelible mark upon him and brought him to the ultimatum of becoming a usurper. You vividly recalled the night he sought solace at your family's estate, clad in battered armor from countless battles waged. That eventide, he wept in your arms, confessing the death of his sister and his burning desire to exact vengeance upon those responsible for his loss. In exchange for marriage, you devised a scheme to orchestrate the coup that would once and for all elevate him to the imperial throne.
Despite the facade of peace ushered in by the treaty between him and the Astheryn Emperor, the truth remained stark: both empires were merely feigning reconciliation. They were only nominally âat peaceâ. A cold war, by all accounts, defined their true relationship.
The tension could be felt inside the basilica even from the moment you and your husband arrived at The Venera, a microstate on the borders of Astheryn and Caelum, in front of the men of both empires, as well as the members of the Holy Catholic Church. For many years, this sacred state remained a recognized territory of Caelum, despite its official designation as an independent ecclesiastical entity. The Gojou family were openly pious and deeply devout Catholics, while the Astherean citizens were predominantly Protestants. Not all members of the Zenâin clan practiced their empireâs predominant religion, and some suggested that Emperor Toji himself might be an atheist, albeit discreetly so. Rumors also circulated that the mother of the late Prince Megumi was herself a Catholic, which led to intense criticism regarding her marriage to a lineal heir of the imperial family.Â
Nevertheless, this stark religious divide lay at the heart of the perennial animosity between the two nations.Â
âAnnouncing Their Imperial Majesties, Emperor Satoru and Empress Y/N, the guiding stars of our empire, luminaries in the twilight of sovereignty.â
As you walked alongside Satoru, you noticed his usual bright blue eyes turning into a darker hue. His gaze fixated upon the altar, his countenance void of emotion, as you proceeded down the aisle by his side. Since that night, silence had permeated your interactions. And you still had no desire to engage him, especially if it meant enduring relentless pressure regarding an heir or the prospect of divorce.Â
Yet there, you carried yourself with an air of quiet strength and dignityâa gown of the deepest black with long sleeves ending in delicate cuffs, a silver cross hung by your chest with a gemstone made from blood red corundum, and a flowing black veil crafted from the finest lace, enveloping your head and cascading gently down your back, partially obscuring your features. The veil added an air of mystery and solemnity in your poise.Â
As for him, the Emperor was adorned in a doublet and hose ensemble, embellished with intricate brocade and tailored to fit his form exquisitely to accentuate his stature and regal bearing. Draped over his shoulders was a lavish cape of rich, dark velvet lined with ermine fur and fastened at the neck with a jeweled clasp bearing the insignia of his empire. Each fold billowed around him as he moved, creating a striking silhouette that commanded attention and respect.
No wonder the citizens of this empire were noticing your extravagance. And despised you for it.Â
Throughout the mass, Satoru remained stoic, seated alongside you at the forefront of the church, his demeanor suggesting that this day of remembrance was a torment to his very soul. Still, he listened, but you doubted he agreed while Pope Alexandre VI delivered a sermon on the importance of unity and peace among nations, condemning the advocates of warfare and citing the tragic fate of the late prince and princess as a poignant illustration of how the animosity between two empires exacts a toll through sacrifice. Prayers were also offered for the souls of the civilians and soldiers who perished during the war, drawing inspiration from the teachings of the Bible as the mass adhered to the customary order of the Liturgy of the Word and of the Eucharist.
âIn nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti,â you recited under your breath, genuflecting before the altar and offering prayers for the soul of your husband's younger sister, beseeching that she find peace alongside her beloved under the guidance of the Holy Father. And as the mass drew to a close, you remained on your knees in prayer, the sound of approaching footsteps signaling the unwelcome arrival of an unexpected visitorâa presence that elicited a defensive reaction from your husband.
âYour Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Caelum.â It was none other than Duke Naoya of Astheryn, whose sarcastic presence seemed to have acted as a representative of their highest ruler. Emperor Toji's absence to this occasion already constituted an affront to Satoru, and the pompous mien exhibited by the duke only intensified the indignation. A decade had passed since the death of Prince Megumi, and the prideful Astheryn Emperor still refrained from setting foot on Caelum's soil to acknowledge the purported 'peace' between the empires. Even more, the subtle curve on Duke Naoya's lips added an infantile insult to the already festering wound. âKindly accept my belated salutations. It took me but a moment to discern thy identityâthey speak of the Calean Emperorâs presence as formidable, yet, alas, reality oft falls short of reputation.â
You rose from the ground, poised to defend Satoru, but he raised a hand to forestall your intervention, maintaining his unruffled composure as he addressed the noble manâs jest. âAh, well the Duke's wit is sharp as ever,â Satoru replied, his tone laced with equal sarcasm and earning the laugh of the surrounding nobles. âIt doth seem that overseeing a mere duchy grants the Duke his ample free time, unlike the responsibilities that accompany the rulership of an empire that he so covets.â
âOh, certainly!â Duke Naoya spoke in Calean with a heavy Astherean accent, still unfazed as his eyes slowly drifted to you. âThey doth pale in comparison to the burdens of ruling an empire. Yet, surely, it is not as burdensome with the absence of an heir.â He let his implication hang in the air, an obvious insinuation veiled in the guise of courtly banter.
Before the exchange could escalate into a diplomatic strain, Friar Mychal took it upon himself to intervene, exhaling a laugh of unease and positioning himself between the Emperor and the Duke. âVery well!â he exclaimed. âI have received tidings that the mass attendees shall offer tributes for the basilica in remembrance to the tenth year since the passing of the Prince and the Princess. As a matter of fact, there doth already lie a plethora of flowers adorning their statue that His Majesty Satoru hath offerâd to the museum.â
The museum was just a short walk from the chapel and the space itself was decorated with ornate ceilings, frescoes, and architectural details that added to the grandeur of the surroundings. An array of sculptures lined the hall; of cherubs, saints, warriors, and mythological figures. One of the newer sculptures were of the Prince and the Princess, portraying young lovers in a tender embrace with the princely lad staring at his ladyâs face. The sculpture was from a renowned Calean artist which Satoru himself hired out of the pure intention of donating it to the Veneran Museum. The nobles, members of the imperial court, and members of the church were all in awe after the sculpture was revealed to the attendees as such meticulous carvings and lifelike detail could only be done by Giancarlo di Firenze.Â
âA remarkable piece, indeed!â
âThe detail is breathtaking!â
âTo capture such emotion in stone⊠âtis as if they are whispering their love story to us.â
Your husband could not have been prouder. Alongside him, other nobles also contributed their offerings. Some notable ones included stained glass art, precious jewels, a pair of lovebirds, and⊠a particularly intriguing tapestry gifted by the Astheryn Empire.
The tapestry depicts the Astherean prince and the Calean princess lying together in death with the symbolic addition of a bloodied dagger laid atop the princessâ chest, representing the same weapon that Prince Megumi had used to end his life. The imagery not only insinuated that Satoru's sister was responsible for the prince's demise, but also served as an insult to the prevailing belief in her innocence surrounding her own tragic death.
âThisâŠâ Your mouth fell agape. You need not look into your husbandâs visage to perceive his growing ire. âThis is preposterous!âÂ
The joy was evident in Duke Naoyaâs eyes, yet he endeavored to feign ignorance. âAh, ere I forget, my noble cousin, the Emperor of the Astheryn Empire, did send an accompanying message addressed to His Majesty Satoru.âÂ
In the threads of time, woven with the fabric of our shared tragedy, lies the essence of our 'peace'. As we gather to honor the memory of what once was, I send forth this tapestry, whereupon love and folly intertwine in an eternal dance. May it serve as a testament to the fragility of alliances forged in blood and ink, where shadows of deceit cloak the truth we dare not confront. Whilst thou sit'st upon thy borrowed throne, may thou find solace in the echoes of thy usurped legacy.Â
With insincere regards,Â
Emperor Toji II of Astheryn
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âMy liege, this is unacceptable! Astheryn doth taunt us.âÂ
An urgent assembly convened at the council chamber, where courtiers gathered to seek counsel from the emperor who was now seated in a position of humiliation following Astheryn's brazen act of insult. You joined the court session in support of your husband, positioned at the throne beside him, while numerous men, each to their own titles and lordship, stood before you both. The courtiers' visages displayed incandescent umbrage as they protested and vehemently rejected the malignance from the rival empire in defense to the Emperor of Caelum. Yet the subject of the scrutiny himself remained staid and dignified.Â
âWe cannot stand idle in the face of such an insult. If it be war they seek, then we shall grant it unto them!â exclaimed one of the members of the imperial court. A proponent of war he presented himself. Â
âIndeed, Your Majesty. To allow such an audacious act of disrespect wilt deem us cowards!â said another one of the men.Â
Satoru rested his arm on the armrest, a hand on his chin. He appeared to be lost in profound contemplation, yet you have grown long familiar with that expression of his to know that he was fueled with choler inside. âWhat say thee, Etienne? War is not a decision made lightly.â
Lord Etienne, as his name was called, spoke his opinion on the matter at hand and acted as an advocate for caution. âAye and by, my lord. A rash decision could plunge our empire into chaos and suffering. Mayhap, we can explore diplomatic channels first. War should be our last resort, our first impulse not.â
âYour Imperial Majesty!â Lord Armand countered. âWith all due respect, thy name hath been besmirched! This is blasphemous, is it not, to this empire and us, its men?âÂ
âOur men are not prepared for war, Lord Armand,â the previous noble claimed. âAnâ how can we wage war with our forces against those of Astherynâs? Their military prowess is the mightiest throughout the central continent. They are barbaric folks, enemies to peace. We are naught but simple foes to them.â
The belittling of Caelumâs military strength ignited your ire since that the training of soldiers, weapon crafting, and the establishment of the formidable imperial order of knights were specialties of your familyâa legacy that your noble ancestors had established in this empire. It was why your familyâs ties to the imperial Gojou family remained strong throughout the years. Therefore, hearing such remarks was derogatory to you. Â
You held your position and participated in the discussion. âLord Etienne, dost thou speak so ill of Caelum, which is thy country, and speak so well of Astheryn, which is thy enemy?â For a moment, the court was silenced. âGod quit you in his mercy! Hear his sentence. Is Caelum a jest unto thee? We have established our military might since His Majestyâs ascent, and are potent enough to wage war against the entire world!â
âBut Your Majestyââ
âSilence, all of thee!â Satoru rose from his throne, exhaling in exasperation, and shot you a displeased look. His next words were sharp and his anger misdirected. âEmpress, I appreciate thy indignation, but this proves women shanât meddle in court sessions. Emotions depart from thy mouth ere logic enters thy mind. Thou art dismissed from this session. At once.âÂ
You could not fathom his sentences. For the longest time, never before had he dared to disrespect you in the presence of his subjects. Never had he dared to deny you of your rightful place as the empress of this nation, knowing full well the pivotal role you played in his ascension to the throne. Why, you could not speak! You were rendered speechless, too stunned to respond as you sank back into your seat, grappling with the sting of hurt and humiliation he had inflicted on you.
And somehow, Lord Maximillianâs eyes were uncharacteristically fixed on you as though they were in triumph at your situation. He did well enough to mask that with indifference withal. What was this hostility? Even the knights who approached you only had regard for the emperor, following his command of escorting you out of the council chamber despite your desire to stay seated. Yet to save face from this abomination, you did it upon yourself to stand up and leave at your own will.Â
âNanami.â In your disappearance, Satoru spoke again, this time facing his subjects. âHow dost thou propose we navigate this situation?â
Lord Nanami was more of the voice of reason, expressing his approach on the matter with neither bias towards engaging in or retreating from war. âMy liege, I speak as a good man for thee. Let us convene with our allies, assess our military readiness, and explore all avenues for resolution. Only then shall we make an informed decision. It is most meet we arm âgainst the foe.â
Satoru already knew the answer before the man had spoken of it. Why so? Because it was the same route he would take. Only, it was his wounded pride and disdain towards his greatest adversary that landed him to a much more inhospitable decision. âAlong with that blasphemous tapestry, written in his message, did that Emperor of Astheryn disparagingly refer to me as a usurper when I am the true born heir to the throne.â He ground out the words with clenched teeth as he stared at the portrait of his father. His hands balled into fists, his face hot and pinched with resentment. He detested being called a âusurperâ as he detested Astheryn and all of the Zenâins. Regardless of the path he took to claim his throne, he was still a direct lineal heir to the Gojou bloodline. âI cannot let that pass. I cannot let his insult go unanswered. Hence, take down these words and address them to him, who is mine enemy.â Satoru stared straight ahead, his face blank and emotionless as he spoke his next words in flawless Astherean language. âEmperor of Astheryn, your words are as venomous as they are misguided. While thou dost revel in thy petty insults and thinly veiled threats, know this: the patience of Caelum wears thin. Thy tapestry of deceit and blasphemy shall find no place within the halls of our empire. Let it be known that the path thou treadest leads only to ruin and despair. Should thou persist in thy folly, Caelum shall meet thy challenge with unwavering resolve. Consider this thy final warning. The drums of war beat ever louder, and Caelum will not hesitate to answer the call, for this usurper thou deride may stay true to that label when I seize thy throne and make it mine.âÂ
Following the court session, the emperor retreated to the training hall until late evening venting his wrath against the despot from the rival empire. He devoted hours in the hall, wielding his sword, sparring with the swordsmanship master, and decisively overpowering him to feel a sense of honor for himself. In his mind, each strike was a fierce expression of his imagination, envisioning what that battle would be like if it were Emperor Toji II in his stead. It would have been their second encounter in the battlefield as the first one ended in armistice for the sake of the prince and princess. This time, however, the execution of this battle would be markedly different.Â
Later that eve, he returned to his study, still in his armor as he met with his most loyal advisor. It was a private counsel to discuss matters unbeknownst to the rest of the empireâthe prophecy and, notably, you.Â
âI fear this as I say this: the prophecy is upon thee, my lord.â Lord Maximillianâs voice hinted at unease. His warning, spoken with a mood of paranoia. âThe oracleâs riddles are living their truth, and this predicament with Astheryn is a vivid illustration of that fact. War looms on the horizon, and it threatens to be thy undoing. Now, more than ever, we require the backing of another nation in the likes of Ellesmere.âÂ
âI see that.â Satoru responded with a heavy exhale, tossing his metal helmet onto the carpeted floor. He made his way toward the expansive window and gazed out at the courtyard below. There, he spotted you, meandering the rose garden alone under the cover of night. You were brighter than the envious moon, coruscating like a fresh tulip amongst the field of wilted roses.Â
The lord cleared his throat and stood next to the emperor. âThou must rid of her, Your Majesty. If it is what the prophecy hath taught us, then the Empress serves as a harbinger of thy downfall. The destruction of Caelum is the comeuppance of retaining her. Abandon all hope that she will bring thee child or luck. I do acknowledge the attachment that Your Majesty hath formed with her in thy lusty years together, but she is ill fate to all of us.â
You stopped at the fountain, seemingly lost in deep thought, and then began an expressive argument with yourself in your solemnity. The sight earned his smile. Satoru could not keep his eyes off you as if they were drawn by your beauty under the luminescence of the moon. How pitiful, truly, that your innocence left you no knowledge of the conversation he was having with his advisor.Â
âShe shall be appointed as a concubine,â he declared, âRidding of her is a waste; divorcing her offers a suitable solution. She may not have my heir, but she is a strong empress. A true villainess, yes. That, she may be, but she is devoted to me.âÂ
âWhich is precisely why thou must dispose of her!" Lord Maximillian pressed onto the matter with greater seriousness. âMy liege, it is anticipated that thou wilt yearn for Empress Y/Nâs loyalty even at the success of your marriage with the Princess of Ellesmere. Anâ her ferocious devotion could only hinder thy plans and bring about thy downfall. Who's to say she will withstand the temptation from inflicting harm upon the fair Princess Katarina out of jealousy? This, as thou knowest, could turn Ellesmere against us!â His passionate speech then silenced him into a quiet plea. âPray, Your Majesty, I implore thee to ponder it deeply. For the sake of this empire.â
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In the evening, at the hour of eleven did you find yourself wandering the garden. It had become more and more difficult to live each day, unable to grasp why your spouse had been hostile against you for reasons you could not justify. If it were matters concerning your apparent infertility, then he could easily get a concubine just as you had already permitted. All of Caelum's nobility were well aware of your possessiveness towards him, yet it was you who proposed the idea of a concubine to him. Why, then, does he still entertain the idea of remarriage? Is it to guarantee that his heir will not be deemed a bastard? He possessed the authority to prevent such a label from being attached to the child.
âO, cruel fate!â You stopped in front of the fountain, staring at your reflection on the glistening water. âA dispassionate husband you have given me! Am I not fair? Hath I lost charm and warm youthful blood? Hath Cupid launched his awful arrow onto some other where? O, for that he is mad!âÂ
Tears welled up your eyes, blurring your vision as you looked into the mirrored reflection. You thought of Satoruâs hateful gaze when you closed your eyes and could feel the painful knots in your stomach. He had been naught but a distant spouse for eight years in your marital union, alas and alack, any improvements were farfetched. Every attempt at progress only fueled into a relationship filled with disagreements.Â
Your monologue resumed. âThere could be another woman, could it? A maid, perchance? One that crawls his bed at night whilst I am sound in my slumber. Fie, insolent wench! Or must it be a noble lady he had seen at a ball, a coming-of-age ceremony, or anything of the sort? Vile, dishonorable harlot! I shall strip off thy noble status and exile thee hence from Caelum!â
A sigh ended your ranting, leaving you with more tears to shed as you fondly remembered your youthful days of infatuation with him. He was the man you had dreamed of, yet now all he would do was to quarrel, and quarrel, and quarrel. You had become an enemy in his eyes. He may have drowned you with extravagant gifts and the rarest jewels throughout your marriage, but the one you most covetedâhis loveâwas one he could not give.Â
âMy lady?âÂ
You turned around at the sound of the gentlemanâs voice, whereupon a knight presented himself to you. No, not merely any other knight, but the Knight Commander of the Imperial Order of Knights. Sir Suguru, Caelumâs most prized possession, a power and battle-fit warrior, who could defeat a hundred armed men by himself alone. A hero he was referred to by this empireâs people. His commitment to chivalry and service did not go unnoticed as your husband, the very emperor he served, had more than once awarded him for fostering high morale and esprit de corps among other knights.Â
âWhat brings thee hither, and wherefore?â you asked, watching him curtsy before you as he did the standard imperial greetings. His silver suit of armor gleamed, reflecting the stars in the sky, while the black cloak enveloping him mirrored the void of the night. Truly, an intimidating presence for those that knew none of him.Â
Howbeit, his face was a stark difference from the aura he exuded. His eyes curved into crescent moons as he smiled, offering what appeared to be a handkerchief. âI am about my nightly rounds in the palace, and in hearing Your Majestyâs woe did I come forth. Is everything alright, Empress?âÂ
You sighed in lamentation and accepted the linen cloth from his hand. âTo say âalrightâ how I wish that would be so. The state of my marriage troubles me, yet hear none of it for these matters art private.â
Suguru acquiesced to your words and nodded in respect toward you, still remaining by your side in silence. Like a personal guard stationed to protect you as it seemed he had no intention of leaving you alone in the courtyard.Â
âHow, now! Dost thou not care to leave a woman in her peace?â you questioned, displaying a moue on your face. The tears have long been dried from your cheeks as you spoke to him. âI crave not to be perceived!âÂ
It was already a rare sight to cross the Knight Commanderâs path around the palace, given that his duties did not include serving as a personal guard to the emperor. He was typically present only during official or diplomatic gatherings, and rather trained and oversaw the elite group of guards that would protect the emperor and empress. Nevertheless, with what little interactions you had with him, Suguru had always conducted himself as a respectful and dutiful subject towards you.Â
âForgive me. It is quite perilous to be alone outside at night, Your Majesty, as thy vulnerability may pose a risk to thy safety.â He moved to unclasp his mantle, draping the large black cloak around your shoulders, a much smaller figure than himself. âAnd if thou permit, the night is cold and a lady must stay warm.â
There was a strange flutter in your heart as your wide eyes saw the gentility in his intentions. You could no longer question why dozens of noble women would line up to vie for his attention. His actions spoke better than his words ever could. How far, you wondered, would his kindness to you take him? âArt thou not a bound subject to my husband?âÂ
âForsooth, I am.â He stared ahead. âI have been his friend since our youth. However, it is with Your Majestyâs kin that I owe the honor of being a knight. It is with thy fatherâs support that I consider myself alive, standing here in this palace as the leader of all knights.âÂ
Not once did you move your eyes away as you studied his sincerity. âThen, if I ask thee to commit treason against the Emperor of Caelum,â you spoke with such regal power, âShall I assume thy commitment to me?âÂ
For a while, Suguru did not speak. He appeared to be contemplating his answer as his stance had become defensive. Or hesitant, whichever fit. He did not meet your careful eyes, though he did look down and confess a knowledge that greatly devastated you. âThe prophecy is what dictates His Majestyâs disposition toward thee. In the dungeon hides an oracle that he fortnightly seeks. I escorted him when he visited the oracle, who foretold him that he requires the birth of an heir in the near future, else a woman of no monarchical descent shalt be the cause of his downfall. To mine understanding, he read her riddles as having the need to execute thee and wed another woman of true royal lineage. That, that truth bears my commitment to thee, Empress.âÂ
Upon hearing Suguru's words did your heart sink, and a wave of disbelief washed over you. It felt as though the ground had been pulled from beneath your feet, leaving you suspended in a state of shock, desperately trying to grasp the magnitude of what had just been revealed to you.Â
âFaugh! Byâr Lady, that is a grave accusation!â Anger simmered beneath the surface of your composed exterior. You were livid at Suguru for being the bearer of such devastating news, for being the messenger of your potential downfall, and felt betrayed by your own husband, the Emperor, for keeping such a crucial prophecy hidden from you. You wondered why he had never shared this information with you, why he allowed you to live in ignorance while he made plans for your potential demise. But one thing for certain, was that this was the reason for his growing detachment toward you.Â
The knight could only provide you with a comforting bow. âBy the grace of God, these words art true. Lord Maximilian conspires with him. Hie to the dungeons and seek the oracle, my lady. She shall impart the truth unto thee.â
Beneath your anger lay a profound sadness, a heartache that cuts to the core of your being. The realization that your own husband, the man you loved and had pledged your life to, saw you as nothing more than a pawn in a game of power and succession. You felt a sense of profound loss, mourning not only the potential loss of your own life but also the loss of trust, of love, of the future you had envisioned.
Despite the tumult of emotions raging within you, you remained outwardly composed, your mask of regal poise firmly in place. You knew you must tread carefully, that showing weakness now would only play into the hands of those who seek your downfall.Â
And yet, the devil showed himself. You had been oblivious to your husbandâs presence by the window of his study as he stood a great distance from you, watching you engage in an intimate conversation with his Knight Commander down below. He could not gauge where that sudden familiarity came from as he witnessed Suguru draping his cape around youâan action that crossed a territory he should not have sought. The emperor could no longer tolerate watching it, walking in haste along the halls of the palace until he eventually reached the courtyard. His gaze was burning into the back of Suguruâs head as he stopped behind you, waiting for you to notice your husbandâs approach before he spoke.Â
âEmpress.â His deep voice startled you.Â
Your eyes were clouded with resentment, hidden under the veil of a devoted wife. âMy liege.âÂ
Satoru stared at Suguru with a fierce look before turning to you. âIt is dangerous to be abroad at this hour. I desire naught untoward to befall thee, hence I came hither to ensure thy safety.â
âI apologize, then, for causing thy worry.â A bitter smile painted your lips and the tone of your voice suggested of feigned concern. âAs thou seest, I have a knight here who is trained to guard and protect me.âÂ
The emperor narrowed his eyes at the aforementioned knight, who elected silence out of deference to the reigning monarchs afore him. This very knight was a childhood friend of his, but now Satoru regarded him as a rival, for all the peculiar reasons. âGo and depart now, Suguru,â he commanded, and yanked the cape from the empressâ body, then flung it toward the knight. âI shall escort my wife back.â
Satoru caught you sending an apologetic look toward the Knight Commander, which in return caused his ire to grow. What was the conversation you shared with him for you to act that way? In fact, he had never seen you pay another man that much attention. What a devious, little wench. A foxy, scheming jezebel. Satoru threw insults at you in his head as he took your arm in a tight grip, pulling you away from the courtyard. The silence between the two of you was thick with unspoken tension as he led you up the spiral staircase on the eastern side of the castle. His side of the castle.Â
âDarling.â Your endearment came out as a protest as you tried to pull your arm from his grip. âUnhand me.âÂ
Still and all, he was silent as he dragged you along. It was only a short distance to his quarters, but he did not let go of you even once. You should see in his eyes that he was not amused by the friendly interaction between you and Suguru.Â
âI said release my hand, at this very instant!âÂ
He remained like a taciturn man while ushering you into his quarters. Once he had locked the door behind him, he released his grip on your wrist and turned to confront you. His eyes grew dark and cold. A shade of blue that reminded you of lightning. âI would prefer it if he did not approach thee when I am not present.â
âAh, see now he speaks!â Scoffing, you glared at him. âHe simply tenderâd his best to comfort me. Do not suspect it of aught else,â said you defensively, in a voice backed by your authority. Only now did he realize that the expression on your face had become austere.Â
âEven if that were true, I have no need for another manâespecially a knightâto comfort my wife.â
âA wife? A wife thou askâd for divorce?â you mocked as his statement erupted a laughter out of you. A loud, boisterous laughter that screamed an insult to his face. âThou see me as nothing but a bearer of children. Not a wife nor a person thou treasure with thy heart.â As you ridiculed him with humor on your face, your eyes had also grown deranged. âA mere pawn to thy chessboard is what I am.âÂ
Satoru was rigid in his stance. âI only offerâd to divorce thee if thou were unable to conceive. It is my duty as emperor to sire an heir. If the empress fails to fulfill that duty, I am compelled to find someone else who willââ
âAn heir this, an heir that. Out upon it!â You expressed your frustration outwardly, throwing your hands into the air. âGo get thyself a concubine, then, and I shall get myself a lover to even the score.âÂ
A lover? Satoru was seething, yet his expression remained unchanged. He knew that you were taunting him, and still chose not to give you the reaction you wanted. âThen, I may be certain thou wilt have greater success at producing heirs with thy lover than thou dost with me.âÂ
âCertainly!â you bit back, anger rising in each syllable. âIn place of my husband, mayhap my lover could beget me a child, proving to the entire empire that it is not I who is barren.â
Satoru's eyebrows shot up in response to the blatant insult to his fertility. His cold eyes narrowed, the rage within him intensifying. âIf thou hast a child by thy lover, it will not discredit my fertility at all. It will instead bring into question my choice to have a child with a woman who is unable to be faithful to her husband.â
Your chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. âIf thou seek thyself a concubine, then I shall seek mine own lover. That or naught at all.â
âFie! I seek not a concubine,â he raised his voice, a spasm of irritation crossing his face. âIll-tempered shrew! Many times have said it, and I say it once more. In thy failure to conceive, my will is to remarry another lady and make her the empress, not a concubine! The heir must be legitimate. Stick that to thine empty head!âÂ
Satoru could feel the heat of your stare burning into him, but his mind had suddenly wandered back to the previous conversation, and he could not help but wonder whether you would actually have an affair with another man. The thought of it infuriated him, but he pushed it out of his mind as you stared at him in blazing fury.Â
âNeed I remind thee that it is I who aided Your Majesty in ascending to the throne?â A cloud of warning settled over your features. âIt is I who aided thee in staging a coup to overthrow thy tyrant parents. If the princess did not perish, would thou not be a madman. Now tell me, the only payment I require in return is thy love, yet hast thou paid thy dues?â
He scoffed at your words. You believe all you did in leading the rebellion was for the purpose of making him emperor? It was in your best interests to see yourself climb the ranks of an imperial power. And it was certainly not love you sought, but mere attention and validation. âMy respect should be enough of a reward for thee. I took thee as my wife as a sign of my gratitude. Love was never a part of the deal.â
âLove is the very essence of that deal,â countered you. âThou would be foolish not to think so.âÂ
In his eyes, love and affection were something you should receive only when you deserve it, not when you demand it. In his mind, you had grown too familiar with him, too spoiled by his presence. It was time he corrected this. âThou art mistaken in thinking that love is a condition of our relationship. Never have I made any promises of love or affection. I only promised thee of attention and the prestige of being an empress. Have I not fulfilled this promise and made thee into an empress in its entirety? Love is a mere illusion conjured in thy imagination.â
âA tyrant, he reveals himself!â You pushed him off you, eyes brimming with unshed tears. âWhat devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? Miserable villain! Usurping knave! Betrayer of blood, who masquerades himself an emperor under a false sovereign! I placed thee on that throne thou so wistfully enjoy. Thy power and authority have no hold on me.âÂ
The emperor's jaw clenched tightly as the empress's words cut through the air like a dagger. His pride was wounded by the venom of her wordsâwords she had not carefully chosen, or perhaps did carefully choose, as she knew what words he despised hearing the most. His eyes flashed with jaundice as he fought to contain the roiling emotions churning within him. He wanted to lash out, to defend his honor and assert his authority, but he knew that such displays of weakness would only fuel the flames of dissent and discord.
Instead, he yanked your wrist again. âForget not thy place, wife.â And then he grabbed your face with a rough hand, slamming you against the wall. âI may have promised not to take myself a concubine, but that privilege is not extended to thy behavior.â The tightness of his grip caused your cheeks to ache slightly, and he showed no signs of letting go.
âAnd what wilt thou do?â you spoke through gritted teeth.Â
âWhat will I do? I will remind thee of thy position, wife,â he continued to speak in a menacing tone, âTest my patience as much as thou liketh. Go ahead and take a lover. Let us see how thy arrogance holds up when I force thee to bear his bastard child.â
You cussed him under your breath. âIs that jealousy?â
Yet, his countenance proved otherwise. âNot jealousy, as I am not possessive of thee. Bear whomever's child as thou wish. But once that child is born, I would never claim my title as the father. It would be deemed a bastard, its blood impure, and its existence an insult to my throne.â
âPress not the matters of infidelity to me when thou art the one in desperate need to put thy cock inside another lady.â You were bold enough to send him a look of disgust. âThou art an emperor all due to me. Without me, thou art naught.â
In a fit of rage, Satoru exploded like a volcano spilling out its reservoir of hot, scorching lava. âYou?! You think yourself the savior of this empire? Not by far!â There was a brief pause before he continued, eyes looking at you in unforgiving judgment. âI would have succeeded in leading the coup, even without thee.â
A snort escaped your lips. âDelude thyself that.â
âThere are no guards nearby. No witnesses for thee.â The warning he had issued was laden with the implication of impending punishment, fueled by your defiance and vitriol, driving him to a boiling point. He seized your wrist once more, his grip tighter than before, as he leaned in close and spoke into your ear. âI could hurt thee right here and now if I wanted to, yet thou art at my mercy.â
âI need none of thy mercy,â you spat, taken aback as he pushed you against the wall. You could feel his breath fanning your neck as he leaned closer, inches before your face.Â
Satoru's laughter rang out as you persisted in your resistance, his eyes narrowing with a mix of intrigue and anger. Your defiance only served to stoke the flames of his wrath as he began to speak, âDarling,â and made a mocking of your endearment, âMayhap I shall ravish thee until thou art insensible.â
âVainglorious dastard,â you spitefully replied.
He spoke no words for several moments, his breathing gradually intensifying as he gazed down at you like a toy he wanted to destroy. And for a fleeting moment, it seemed as though he was weighing whether to persist or not, but eventually, he made his choice, his voice adopting a more ominous tone with each word. âThou wilt be ravaged.â
âS-Satoru!â
He pushed you towards his bed, and himself against you, pressing his body heavily atop yours. His breath became uneven with his anger overtaking his mind. Your whimper of fear filled him with sadistic satisfaction. âYes, me, as thou said. No one else is here with us, and no one would bat an eye if they heard a scream.â
Your decision to pull his hair proved to be a significant mistake, though it was evident from your expression that you derived pleasure from it. You longed for it. You desired this wanton affection. This carnal desire. Lust bathed in your eyes as you observed him hastily tear his clothing, eager to feel the velvety touch of your skin against his. He wasted no time in undressing you as well, ripping away whatever obstructed your bareness, leaving you both exposed under the moonlight, indulging in the passions shared between lovers.
âI despise thee,â you declared, a hot moaning mess under him as he rammed his hardened shaft in between your legs where he himself was grunting at the pleasure of your tight entrance. In and out he went, and buried his face on your neck to leave purple marks all over your skin. âI-I despise thee!â
âI share those sentiments,â he jested, squeezing your breast in labored breaths before he sucked the rounded mass in his mouth.Â
By the end of your long passionate exchange, he lay next to you, body soaked in sweat as he watched your sleeping face. The peace in those saintly features. Did you pass out? He could not be certain. Was he too rough? That, he was certain. It showed on the bruises that mapped parts of your body. He could feel a small tinge of guilt within him as he moved to pull the blanket over you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.Â
âIs this not love?â He opened his eyes when heard you laughing softly, eyes still shut but with a bitter smile spreading on your face. In a cold tone of voice, you whispered, âThy love is tough, yet love natheless.âÂ
He knew it was not love, yet even if it was, you would soon be taken care of anyway. You would be exiled or worse, executed, should you fail to heed his warnings. He had to put his ambitions first and foremost before any form of affection he had of you. And if you truly, unconditionally loved him, you would understand why.Â
That, that was how he defined love to be.Â
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The castleâs dungeon was an⊠unsightly place. Aside from the centuries of brutal torture and grotesque deaths that occurred down under, it also housed the memory of Satoru shedding his hands on his kinsmenâs blood. That was the place where he had slain his father, his rotting head still mounted on the wall as though he was an animal that his son had hunted. A tyrant, undoubtedly. Satoru's penchant for brutality knew no bounds, but he certainly got it from his father. While you were responsible for the death of a little over a hundred people, his would account for more than thrice that number.Â
As you descended further into the depths of the dungeon, the air grew heavy with the miasma of damp stone, blood, and decay. A putrid, sickening odor greeted your nose the more you entered. If not for the torches that flickered dimly along the walls, you would not be able to see at all, yet those torches casted eerie shadows that danced and swayed with each step you took. It was a frightening sight and definitely not for the faint hearted.Â
âHelp!â Your senses were assailed by the sights and sounds of the dungeon's grim inhabitants as you ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors. Gaunt specters lurked in the shadows, their hollow eyes gleaming with a sinister light as they whispered chilling secrets to one another in sotto voce. Some also cried of agony and despair, some had already fallen unhinged from being held in captivity for so longâit became a cacophony of anguished cries and tortured souls. âHelp me, Empress! I plead mine innocence!â
âStep back, Your Majesty.â Suguru, who acted as your companion in this macabre trip, unsheathed his sword to protect you from being touched by the prisoners. He threatened to slash their hands with just a simple touch on your dress.Â
âEmpress! Empress!â
You deemed it wise to pull the hood of the cloak over your face, especially as the prisoners were starting to recognize you within these cursed confines. It would be troublesome if Satoru were to arrive soon and they began to scream your name in his presence.
âEmpress, this dungeon is meant for souls as tainted as thine!âÂ
That statement proved itself to be spine-chilling and hair-raising, as such accusations could not be denied. Truthfully, your crimes far surpassed theirs. You belonged with the forsaken and the damned. You already accepted that all your sins and trespasses would bring you nowhere near heaven, yet you had blindly murdered people out of love for Satoru. That was how crazy you were at winning him over. And now, this is where it brought you.Â
But you pressed on and continued traipsing through the dungeon until you could feel the presence of the oracle drawing closer, a beacon of hope amidst the despair that gripped the dungeon like a vice.
Finally, you reached the chamber where the oracle awaited. It was a figure cloaked in shadow at the far end of the room. And upon adjusting your visions, you could see that the oracle was an old woman, her white hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight around her frail shoulders. Her skin, alabaster. Her eyes, ghoulish and devoid of color, and they seemed to pierce the veil of reality itself as she spoke in riddles and whispers that sent shivers down your spine. It was your first time to encounter such an unrealistic being. They said each word from the oracle dripped with the weight of centuries of wisdom and foreboding. She spoke of prophecies and portents, of trials and tribulations yet to come, her words weaving a tapestry of fate and destiny that hung heavy in the air like a shroud.
âSpeak.â You stopped at her chamber, demanding to hear the prophecy she had said to your husband. âTell me the Emperorâs prophecy.âÂ
Much to your ire, she gave you no response, still staring at the empty wall.Â
âSpeak!â Your patience was growing thin as each passing second would crumble any hope you had inside that Satoru was not a man who would forsake you, or even execute you, in exchange for his ambitions. But it had been twenty or so minutes and still there was no word from the oracle. âHave you no mouth? Art thou not a soothsayer?âÂ
Suguru sucked in a deep breath. Should his accusations of the emperor prove to be a lie, you swore to yourself that you would be the one to put him inside one of the iron maidens in the dungeon. Or that daunting Judas cradle if he preferred. âYour Majesty, it takes time to make her speak.âÂ
âI do not have that luxury of time! I cannot be seen hither.â You gave him a menacing stare. âOn peril of thy life, Sir Knight, if this be naught but foolery, I will disembowel thee myselfââ
âBeware! O Empress, keeper of fragile dreams!âÂ
The sudden burst of the oracleâs voice startled you, as they were far from what you had expected from an old lady. It carried an otherworldly quality that seemed to transcend her physical form. They were melodic and haunting, a chilling quality that hinted at the supernatural origins of her prophetic abilities. It was as though you were paralyzed by the time she spoke, like all your senses stopped working and all you could ever do was be forced to listen to her prophecy.
âFor the Emperor's gaze wanders far,
As he seeks a lady of royal blood,
Ambition cloaked in the guise of lineage,
And in his thirst for power, lies your peril.â
As you listened, your heart bled terribly, knowing that the answers you sought lay buried within the enigmatic riddles of the oracle's words. The haunting words of the prophecy echoed through the dim chamber where you stood frozen, in a state of despair and disbelief and every awful thing in the world combined. The truth, once a lurking suspicion, now materialized before you and it left your heart in shattered pieces because you actually hoped that none of the accusations were true. So, how could Satoru do this to you? How could he betray you after all your sacrifices just to be his wife, your efforts just to receive his love, and your crimes just to satisfy his desires? Through your hands, more than a hundred souls had perished. You had shed the blood of many Christian souls for him. You had offered him your chastity and turned back on your reverence by profaning the word of God. You had worshiped him like a divine being. Yet so easily would he cast you away. No, he could not even offer the slightest pleasure of loving you genuinely, without any inhibitions, without anything in exchange.Â
While your sacrifices were his definition of the âgreater goodâ, his betrayal against you was his definition of a âlesser evilâ. It was his âpersonal gainâ, for your demise would have no profound repercussions on this empire.Â
Undoubtedly, that must be his truest and utmost feelings for you.Â
Suguru held you in his arms when you fell to the ground, your entire world crashing before you as the oracle revealed your husbandâs plans. Your hands were shaking, trembling. You had trouble breathing. He was there to guide you out of the dungeon safely, even if you were to run and weep like a madwoman. But of course, you were not that insane yet. It was simply the ache in your heart that catapulted you into an abyss of pain.Â
Satoru must not succeed in his plans. He must not come out victorious. The greatest revenge you could think of was brimming in the back of your mind, ignited by the visible spite you felt for him and his web of deceit.Â
And back alone in your bedchambers, nausea overcame you and had you vomiting all over the floor. You retched the harrowing experience at the dungeons, disgusted by things you saw and heard, especially the treachery of your very husband. You were sick at the thought of him planning your assassination behind your back, like an ungrateful imbecile who only cared about himself and his vainglory.Â
âNurse!â you called, coughing out the foul taste of bile expelled from your throat. âCome hither!âÂ
âAnon, madam!â Geneva came to your aid as soon as you summoned her and tended to your needs immediately. At the time, you could not make out much of the clatter that was happening inside your chambers as you lay in bed with your eyes shut. It seemed that Geneva had ordered the other servants to clean out the mess you had created, while she took over in putting you to bed and making sure that you were warm and comfortable. She had no single idea about what was going through your mind, and had she had any hint about what it was, you could only imagine how bloody traumatized she would be.Â
If Satoru wanted to dethrone and destroy you, then you might as well help him with it. He should no longer be surprised to see what good of a show you could offer for everyone in this empire.Â
âGood madam,â Geneva called gently, after an hour or so, pulling you out of trance. âA physician is alreadyââ
You lifted a hand, stopping her while you tried to get out of bed. âThere is not a need for that.â Despite your queasiness, you had decided that there was no time to waste for this war of love and death against your husband. The sooner you planned things out, the greater your advantage would be. You had to have the upperhand in this. âNurse, whither wander dost my husband?âÂ
The nurse guided you up and draped a lightweight shawl around your shoulders. âI ween His Majesty is undertaking a military inspection. Escorted by a ten or so knights goes he.âÂ
An inspection? It must be related to the discussion at the imperial court. Of course, if Satoru was planning to wage war against Astheryn, he had to review the troops stationed in different regions of the empire to assess readiness, morale, and preparedness for defense. He could deploy an initial 25,000 men in his heavy infantry should he find the need to go on an all-out war with the enemy, but those amount of soldiers would require the emperor himself to arduously test if they were ready for battle. Naturally, the inspection could last four or five days depending on his assessment. And in his absence in the palace, either the empress or the other trusted advisors would usually take on the duties that usually were his.Â
This was the perfect opportunity to devise your plan; to prune the branches, weaken the trunk, and uproot the tree entirely. The branches began with his loyal advisors, which have already been filtered out as those previously appointed by his parents became his enemies. Enemies that died by his hands and yours, because those enemies were advisors who did not support Satoru in his method of seizing the highest throne, so he could not risk having rebels in the empire who would later work together to topple him from his seat. When he first rose to the throne, he had several assassination attempts aimed at him, typically by means of poisoning his food with arsenic, or hiring highly skilled mercenaries to slay him behind his backâall of those attempts were intercepted by you. And at the elimination of those disloyal to him, Satoru assumed that the current members of the imperial court could hence be trusted since they had not shown any hints of falsity for the ten years they had served him.Â
The difference between you and Satoru was that he was easily beguiled because the noblemen treated him a lot differently than you. They were ass-lickers, trying to win him over for their own superficial benefits, while you knew who among them were simply supporting Satoru for the sake of not being executed. Out of fear, out of an inherent will to live, out of an obvious lack of choiceâthere was one noble who stood out among the rest.Â
And it was the one whose presence was not the loudest.Â
âLord Nanami.â Upon mentioning his name, you entered the palace libraryâa grandeur chamber notable for its high ceilings, expansive oak shelves, and accoutrementsâas he stood in front of a wood table, strangely interested in codices. âWell met.âÂ
The blond nobleman curtsied. âYour Imperial Majesty, âtis an honor to be in thy presence.âÂ
You gestured your hand into dismissing him, cutting to the chase because you were still unwell. And for all the necessary reasons, you had to have this conversation with him or else there would not be an easier opportunity with Satoruâs eyes and ears around the palace. Nanami was his most trusted advisor, not Maximilian as much as he fooled himself to think so. âWhat codex read thou?â
Nanami spoke cautiously, his eyes fixed on the codex. âOf some medical writings and scientific treatises. Rumors are circulating about a mysterious outbreak in a remote village in Constantia, a city within the grand duchy of Valoria. It seems to be an illness that is spreading rapidly with only a 10% chance of survival. I hear they are calling it the âBlack Deathâ due to the appearance of gangrene. Considering the trade routes, that city lies along the Veridian Sea, which is a path taken by the ship that trades metals and minerals with us. They engage in that route due to Constantia's involvement with the slave trade, boarding the ship bound for Caelum for the metals and minerals, while ferrying their slaves all the way to Astheryn, their largest buyer.â
As if the gods were with you!Â
The topic pulled your sudden interest, for it was proving to be exactly what you needed for your plan to be successful. âAn illness, thou sayest? What records have we about its origin?âÂ
âValorians perceive it as divine punishment for their involvement in the slave trade. Another prevalent theory is the miasma it brings, attributing the disease to foul odors and noxious fumes in the air and in the environment in which they live. Personally, I suspect it originates from a bacterium resulting from interactions between humans and infected animals.â Despite lacking sufficient research to support his hypothesis, you acknowledged that Nanami's personal theory seemed more plausible. âThe symptoms suggest to me that it is not airborne, contrary to what most people assume.â
You kept your eyes on him as he fixed his pince-nez. âWhat symptoms doth it have? And what conclusion have thee on what they are?â
âYour Majesty, a swarm of dead rats were found in Constantia a month ago,â he first informed, leading you to his suspicions. âGiven the escalating tension with Astheryn and our increased need for metal to support our crafting and weaponry, I bade a dispatcher to send a message to Constantia due to their failure to supply us with the agreed-upon metal,â Nanami explained, showing a haze of regret behind in his eyes. âThe dispatcher wrote back to me, stating that he is unable to return to Caelum promptly as he was experiencing chills, buboes, and gangrene. I presume he perished within days of arriving there.â
The moue you displayed on your face could not be stopped. âDoth His Majesty know? Of this and yon rumors in Valoria thou speakest of?âÂ
âHis Majesty, the Emperor, hath not been apprised of the matter yet.â The blond nobleman looked at you solemnly. ââTis my duty to inform him as soon as he returns from hisââ
âNo, thou wilt not,â you commanded sternly, earning his surprise in return. âThou wilt not speak a word to Satoru about this. Obey my word and thou shall be rewarded.âÂ
This was good. This was perfect for your plans! If it was true that such illness was spreading in Valoria, it would only be a matter of time until the plague reached Caelum and wiped half its population! You laughed heartily inside your head. It would be an utmost entertainment for you to watch Satoruâs downfall before your very eyes. If Astheryn was no threat to him, then a biolgical warfare would certainly destroy him. No one else had to know of your schemes but you.
Of course, the ever-so-noble Nanami was not easy to convince, especially if it was a clash between his duty and morality. âEmpress, I fail to comprehend... Such matters couldst pose dangers to Caelum and its lands. His Majesty needeth be informed, as he possesses the authority to prevent the trade ship from reaching us. Astheryn had already long ceased their slave trading due to it. We must do the same.â
âAnd thou believe I lack the same power to issue commands as an empress?â As you raised an eyebrow at him, his stance became more apologetic. âContinue with the trade by hook or by crook. I will sign the permit and have the ship arrive us on Monday next as planned. Let us not allow rumors of an illness to hinder us from obtaining our required metal from the city of Constantia. As thou said, we need abundant supplies for our weaponry. We must seize this opportunity to bolster our arms. Do not mention this to His Majesty, and if thou dare, thou shalt face the punishment of getting thy tongue cut out.â
Nanamiâs eyes widened. âBut Your MajestyâŠâ
You pressed your hand firmly against the table and asserted your authority over him. âI have ownership of a couple of remote islands near the outskirts of Caelum. Surely, thou art aware of them? I will instruct my father, the Grand Duke, to transfer one of the larger estates to thee. Additionally, I shall provide thee with a quarter of my jewels and 15000 celestas as a deposit. In exchange, I command thee to retire from thy position and never again engage in conversation with my husband.â
It was a fair bargain. The man was certainly considering that because not only would he secure his own land and riches, he would also be away from the dangers of the plague should it truly spread throughout Caelum and its nearby nations. He would be safe there in his own estate with enough money to retire early. âEmpress⊠whatever it may be that thou art planning, this is treason.âÂ
âThis or punishment is thy only option,â you stated, eyes burning with fire. âMake wisely of thy choice.âÂ
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The preparation for the New Yearâs ball was arduous, and you spared no effort to ensure that every detail lived up to Caelumâs prestige. Because you had a generous budget allocation for this year's banquet, you did not hold back on the display of wealth, power, and culinary sophistication. The menu alone boasted elaborate roast meats, poultry dishes, pies, pastries, desserts, and confections, accompanied by a variety of wines and spirits to enhance the indulgent dining experience. More so, the smell of luxurious dishes inside the grand hall would be enough to water the mouths of the guests.
Invitations were extended not only to the nobility within the capital but also throughout the empire, welcoming all to partake in the feast as long as they came from noble houses. The theme, as initially requested by your husband, was black and silver to match the regalia, although this theme did not extend to the guests. They were free to choose their attire as they pleased, with the only restriction being to avoid the loud colors that represented Astheryn.Â
It was well-known that Caelumâs nobility enjoyed flaunting their wealth and status among themselves, further highlighting the perception of the empire as superficial and governed by leaders who indulged in unethical opulence. While you may have denied such rumors, the truth remained: such ostentatious display of wealth was a century-long tradition upheld by the Gojou family to showcase the Caelum Empire as the wealthiest and most powerful across the central continent. If there was anyone Satoru should blame for this excessive extravagance, it should be his ancestors. Not you.
As the empress of this nation and the person who oversaw these types of celebrations, you saw it fit to wear an elegant gown befitting your status. You were dressed in a majestic gown of midnight black velvet, intricately embroidered with religious motifs and adorned with pearls and jewels that glimmered in the candlelight. A towering headpiece, resplendent with silver filigree and bedight with twisted crosses and angelic figures, rested upon your head as a symbol of your pretentious reverence for the church. You moved through the banquet hall with regal grace and elegance, a vision of piety and power, with your outward display of devotion masking the darkness of your thoughts inside.Â
Next to you was your tyrant husband, whose attire was an obsidian velvet of the finest kind. Around his waist was a thick belt of black leather cinching the robe, its buckle emblazoned with the imperial insignia. His chest was bedecked with a chainmail hauberk, a display to his martial prowess and readiness for battle, while a silver mantle was draped over his shoulders, adding to his imposing presence. Upon his head sat a crown of gleaming silver encrusted with onyx and obsidian stones.Â
âLong live the Emperor and the Empress! May Their Majesties reign be blessed!âÂ
Upon your entrance down the staircase to the Grand Hall, the guests offered their curtsies and salutations to you and your husband to show their deference and recognition to the imperialty. The nobles had their chance at a brief greeting with the imperial family based on their ranking, although Satoru showed little to no care for those at the lower ranks. Nonetheless, those of lower statuses devotedly sought to curry his favor and prove their allegiance to him.Â
He is naught but a fool, you thought inwardly as you watched your husband dismiss a mere count. Satoru must not have realized that those he considered of lower ranking were often the most loyal to him. They were driven by their wish to climb the upper echelon of high society, therefore, they would go to great lengths to gain recognition from the emperor. Conversely, if push comes to shove, those of higher statuses would be the first ones to turn their backs on the imperial family, as they already possessed the wealth and status to sustain their own estates and exclude themselves from the rest of the empire.Â
âLords and Ladies, esteemed guests, and subjects of my realm,â Satoru spoke with gracious authority as he stood by his throne, looking down on the nobility before him, âI stand before thee on this very occasion, the commencement of a new year, to address the empire that rests beneath mine unwavering rule. As thy Emperor, I look upon the vast land that stretches beneath me, and aim to build great cities, forge mighty alliances, and expand our dominion to the farthest reaches of the known world. This eve, we gather not merely to celebrate the turning of the calendar, but to reaffirm the absolute authority that guides our great empire. Let it be known, plainly and honorably, that the prosperity of this realm is intrinsically tied to the strength of its ruler. In my hands, I hold the reins of power, and I shall steer this ship through tumultuous waters with an unshakable resolve. Those who seek to challenge the stability of our empire will find themselves met with the full force of imperial might. Let this banquet serve as a reminderâa celebration of the empire's indomitable strength and an acknowledgment of the consequences that befall those who dare to defy it. Raise thy goblets high, my loyal subjects, for we embark upon another year under the banner of unassailable authority.â
Satoru might be a terrible spouse, but he certainly was not a terrible emperor. He asserted his authority when it demanded him the most, and he knew well enough how to make his subjects cower in terror at every word he spoke. His speech was a simple warning not only to the nobles, but perhaps also to you, as he believed the prophecy pictured you as a traitor to his reign.Â
Initially, you could say he was wrong and that never in a million years would you betray the same person you helped ascend the throne. But now that his resolve was to entirely eliminate you in order to succeed in his ambitions, you would not deny such grave accusations of treason on your part. He deserved a taste of his own medicine. It was only too bad for him that he had no knowledge of what you knew, and that was exactly why you were ten steps ahead of him.Â
The sound of classical music served as a backdrop for the banquet, with the dulcet sounds of flutes, harps, and viols creating an elegant ambiance through the hall. The nobles worked on their usual slobber and socialization, usually reserved for recently debuted ladies to mark their own impressions within high society. The males were often there to discuss lands and politics or to be in search of their bride who would become the next noble ladies of their respective houses. The scene reminded you of your happy days as a once noble lady, a daughter of a duke, who was also the most popular and most eligible bride for Crown Prince Satoru among all of the nobility within the Caelum Empire. Back then, your biggest rivals were Lady Anastasia de Florentine and Lady Serena de Visconti. Both ladies came from esteemed houses and had therefore become a threat to your desire to be Crown Princess. In terms of beauty, talent, and elegance; they were definitely strong contenders. What they lacked was the wit, the cunningness in which you pride yourself with, as you ended up becoming Satoruâs choice as his empress.Â
You were aware that Satoru spent his years as a prince dallying with other noble ladies, even courtesans, as he himself was fair in the face. And he was aware that the ill-fate that had befallen some of those ladies were due to your own cruel doing. You tormented any lady that vied for his attention. It was not until he gave in and got to know what you offered did he stop fooling around with random whores, deeming them unworthy to stand next to him as they served no purpose for him in the long run. You offered a better role to him than the rest of them, especially with your skill as a tactician and your familyâs background in the military and weaponry department which all came in handy at the time of his usurpation to the throne.Â
In other words, he knew how evil you could be since day one. And benefited from you because of it.Â
âWhat plagues thy mind?â he asked, holding your waist and your hand as you both gracefully danced in pavane. His hair was neatly brushed away from his forehead tonight, with a few stubborn strands dangling on the side. âHow awfully silent.âÂ
You stared at his bright blue eyes coruscating under the chandeliers, noticing how his gaze wandered to a noble lady. âIt matters not to thee.âÂ
Satoru then narrowed his eyes at your coldness. âIt matters much to me. What is this foolish act art thou playing at?âÂ
âA foolish act of playing the role of thy wife,â you answered briefly and sternly. âDost this banquet satisfy thee? I have invited the empireâs most beautiful and most eligible ladies to be thy concubine. All of age and of noble background so worry not. Thou may choose anyone to thy liking, so the best be with thee.âÂ
The offense you caused was evident in his visage. As much as it entertained you, he was clearly enraged and on the verge of losing it. You already knew he would just remind you yet again that he wanted to remarry instead of getting a concubine, but it was too good of a reaction to pass up on. In fact, he stared at you blankly, speechless for a few moments as he processed the implications of your words. âThis is the game you play?â he murmurs through gritted teeth, a hint of a scowl forming on his face. Conflicting emotions surged within him, a mixture of anger and hurt, yet ultimately he chose not to give you the reaction you seemed to seek. âI will humor thee. Where be these concubines thou dost speak of?â
You scoffed, and then laughed out loud to the point where it gained the curious stares of the nobles. âWherefore, look everywhere and haply may thy eager eyes find them,â you answered in absolute joy. âThat is all they shall be; mere concubines. If thou prefer a young and ripe virgin, that is also possibleââ
âDo not get smart with me,â Satoru warned, grabbing a tight hold of your chin. The muscles along his jaw tensed. âThou art but a petulant wench, a mere ornament next to my throne, lacking the wit and wisdom to comprehend the weight of imperial decree. The matters of remarriage are not simply to jest about. Know thy place, woman, and heed the consequences of thy impudence."
âIs that a threat?â You returned his glare, now feeling all eyes on the both of you. The thick air of tension permeated the hall like a cloud of incoming thunderstorm.
The emperor was not one to show weakness in front of public eyes, now displaying an authoritarian mien to his wife as he tightened his hold on your jaw. âTake it as thou may.â Â
In defense to your wounded pride, you shoved his hand away and maintained a rigid poise. âKeep thy filthy hands off me, you usurping tyrant.âÂ
As tension crackled through the hall, a hushed unease descended upon the assembled guests. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like a gathering tornado, and uneasy glances were darted between the nobles and servants as they witnessed the brewing disagreements of their imperial rulers. Some averted their gaze, feigning disinterest, while others leaned in with rapt attention, hungry for the spectacle unfolding before them.Â
Meanwhile, Satoru was forcing a laugh at your chosen insult. Calling him a usurper really hit a nerve, as always. âWatch that foul-tongued mouth,â he warned once more, âBarren wretch!â
Approaching one of the palace sentinels halfway across the hall, you countered your husbandâs heavy footsteps by drawing out a sword from a knightâs scabbard, thereupon making a swift turn to point the silver brand directly at his throat. You had not even realized that it was Suguruâs sword that you took. Deadly silence instantly spanned the hallway, and even the tick tock of the nearby clock had stopped because of the rising tension between Caleumâs reigning monarchs.Â
But with one sword raised at the emperorâs neck, twenty more were directed back at the empress. Satoruâs loyal knights were quick to trap you in full circle to protect their sovereign ruler, forcing you to submit and restrain yourself from moving the sword any closer to the emperorâs throat.Â
Unfortunately for him, being submissive was no longer in your repertoire.Â
âYou dare commit treason in mine own palace?!â Your husbandâs venomous blue eyes bore holes into your skullâhis mouth thinning in displeasure as you stayed unwavered by his imperious tone. âThou art too brave for an empress consort!âÂ
âThat is rich coming from a usurper himself!â you countered, satisfied by the spasm of irritation crossing his face. âHave as many concubines and courtesans as thou wish, but never disrespect me in front of my people. Treat me not as though I am lower than a mistress merely because I am childless to thee. Dare you not look down at me for I am an empress first ere I am thy wife.â
What kind of psychopath was that man, truly?Â
You left the hall as soon as you said those prideful words, no longer wishing to hear what more intelligible things he had to say to you and of the preposterous scene in which you engaged. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much you had come to despise every fiber of his being. He was an ungrateful imbecile who would slay his own kin at the price of his ambitions. You may have started the quarrel, but he did not need to escalate it and put his filthy blood-stained hands on you in front of the nobles. His goal might be to put you in your rightful place, but he chose the wrong person to be his empress. That choice alone was the start of his tragic flaw.Â
And with that disrespect would soon come his downfall.Â
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Satoru struggled to comprehend the shift in your demeanor toward him and the words you chose to speak to him. He found your behavior baffling, as if you had lost touch with reason to be acting such a lunatic. You were out of your bloody mind! What could have driven you to act so irrationally, becoming incensed at every little remark he made? Was it solely because he expressed a desire to remarry for the sake of an heir and requested you to step down from your throne? No, your anger seemed to stem from deeper roots than mere marital disagreements. The hostility in your eyes said so, and it was the kind that mirrored the animosity he had witnessed in his ancestors towards their rival empire. That was the level of rancor you had of him.Â
Or could this be the dreaded prophecy coming to life?Â
Maximilian had been warning him that the prophecy was becoming truer day-by-day, and that the only way to ultimately prevent it was to banish you. It should be easy, truly, since Satoru had no problems slaying his own kin and hundreds of men. Why should another soul like yours cause such an impact on him?Â
Yet, Satoru found himself unable to take that step. The reasons eluded him. What he despised, however, was your increasing defiance. You were no longer the submissive wife he had grown accustomed to. Albeit your inherently strong personality, you had never before lashed out at him, insulted him, raised your voice, or shown him any form of antagonism. You always let him win arguments and understood your place. Extravagant gifts like luxurious silk dresses, rare jewels, and exotic fragrances used to be enough to maintain your compliance. Were his gifts no longer sufficient to appease you? What more did you desire from him?Â
Love?Â
How preposterous. Love was no gift.
The emperor cussed under his breath as he slid the robe off his shoulder and stepped inside the tub, soaking his naked body under the warm fragrant water. He raked his fingers through his wet, white hair, leaning his head back as he stared at the ceiling. It never occurred to him that his eyebrows had furrowed as his thoughts of you had consumed him. A small part of him yearned to punish you for your recent behavior, while a larger part of him longed to pursue you. He desired to regain your trust and devotion, no matter how absurd it might seem to others. How else could he manipulate someone who harbored such animosity towards him? You had been easier to control when you saw him past his selfishness, turning a blind eye as long as he played the role of the loyal husband.
Fine, if it was disloyalty that enraged you so, then he would show you. In another way. That the loyalty you seek still possessed him somewhere.Â
The subject of his plan stood in his privy chamber, assisting him as he bathed that morning. He had long noticed this particular servant's subtle attempts at seducing him, but had always chosen to ignore her as he never felt tempted to indulge. Instead, he found it somewhat amusing that she would willingly display her body to him in private settings like this. Perhaps, he mused, it was a message to him, indicating her desire to ascend to high society by becoming his concubine. She likely sought to escape her life as a mere peasant and elevate herself to the status of a noble lady. She may have even heard of his sexual escapades back then as a wayward prince who entertained different ladies in his chamber before he married you. That was probably why she wanted to take advantage of the carnal weakness that she thought still lingered within him.Â
This strumpet. Satoru scoffed inwardly as he watched his personal maid pick up the bottle of lavender oil from the floor. She had purposely unbuttoned the top most part of her attire so that her voluptuous breasts would pop out like two balloons sitting on her chests. Appearance wise, it was clear that she had tried to put on cheap rouge from vermillion or beetroot juice, tinting her lips a brighter red than usual to complement her fiery, ginger hair. Her eyes were lined sharp from the soot, as though she was trying to resemble the empressâ seductive eyes.Â
âYour Majesty,â she spoke in a seductive voice, finding her seat at the edge of the tub as she poured the fragrant oil on the hot water. She raised her skirt higher as an obvious attempt to show off her legs, and offered a better view of her huge breasts as she leaned forward. Now that she was closer to him, he could see her taut nipples peeking behind her thin layer of clothing. âWouldst thou desire for me to bathe thee?â
His lips may have curled upwards into a smirk, but his eyes were as terrifyingly sharp as ever. âDost thou seek death?â
Her eyes widened in surprise, feigning her innocence as she received his warning. âNay, Your Majesty! I do not seek such.âÂ
âWhy art thou so bold to think thy body is more desirable than the empressâ?â He began to question her pride, and later put her stupidity into good use. She would be the perfect pawn for him to win his wifeâs favor again. âMy wife hath the most perfect figure I have seen in a woman, and thine is what? Thou boast of thy breasts that resemble a cowâs?âÂ
âIâŠâ The servant stammered, clearly offended as she got up from her seat and attempted to mask the embarrassment that appeared on her face. Satoru raised an eyebrow and waited for her response, while she gathered her courage to deny his claims. âForgive me, my lord, if I have offended thee.âÂ
Satoru shook his head in amusement. âWhat is thy aim, then, if not to inveigle me into bedding thee? I do not consort with trollops.â
Caught red-handed, she stumbled and bowed her head at the lowest possible level before him. âI beg thy pardon, Your Imperial Majesty! I merely sought to aid thee in the birthing of an heir. I am not barren unlike Her Majesty the Empress, and I can assure thee I will bear fruit even if thou only dost me once.âÂ
âGet on thy knees,â he ordered, stepping out of the tub and wrapping his bare body with a robe. âThy know that to be certain?â
Her eyes pleaded for desperation to become his mistress. âCertain, yes! I am certain, my lord! And I will be a loyal subject to thee unlike the empressââ
âPardon?â As if her words intrigued his ears. In a swift motion, he turned to the servant and looked down at her with his cold, scrutinizing eyes. âUnlike the empress? Repeat thy words with caution. Thou art maligning the most noble woman of this empire.âÂ
It did look like she found her way out of his criticism by directing his ill-temper towards his wife. âYour Majesty, I am not maligning thy wife. âTis true that Her Majesty is having an affair with your commander of knights! Some days ago did I see the empress and Sir Suguru in an intimate embrace, running through the halls as though they wish not be seen!âÂ
The emperor's expression hardened at the servant's accusation, his brows furrowing with disbelief and anger. His hand tightened into a fist as he processed the shocking revelation.
âIs this the truth thou speaketh?â His voice was low, carrying a dangerous edge that hinted at the storm brewing within him. The accusation struck at the very core of his trust and authority.
The servant's gaze faltered under the weight of the emperor's scrutiny, but she remained resolute. âYour Majesty, I speak only what I have witnessed with mine own eyes. By my troth and by Godâs bones, I swear by all that is holy, it is no falsehood.â
Satoruâs mind raced with conflicting emotions, but he showed none of his inward thoughts outwardly. Instead, he delighted in this ideal opportunity for him to deal with gaining your devotion again.Â
âUndress thyself. I want thou bare and without any clothing," he said, his voice cold and measured, âand thou shalt remain in this chamber until my return.â
With that, the emperor swept out of the privy chamber at once, leaving behind a stunned and apprehensive servant. She believed it to be her sign of good luck. Of good fate. That she now found her place as a mistress to the highest ruler of this nation. She could not believe her destiny as she triumphantly unclothed herself, peeling every fabric off her body with excitement as she imagined the things the emperor would do to her upon his return. She would definitely have to deal with his wrath since he just found out that the empress betrayed her, but she was willing to have him use her body and let his anger out on his adulterous wife. An emperor with a distracted mind would be her ticket to being impregnated by his child. Soon, she would be his concubine, she would be the mother of a future emperor.Â
She would never again have to suffer as a servant!Â
Upon the sound of footsteps nearing the privy chamber, the servant provocatively sat at the edge of the tub, displaying all of her body to him and him alone. âYour Majesty, I am ready for thee.âÂ
âArt thou?âÂ
Horror washed over the servantâs face, her heartbeat increasing tenfold as she saw the empress sending an icy stare into her as she stood by the privy chamberâs entrance. Behind her were her ladies-in-waiting throwing their judgeful stares at the naked servant, surrounded by knights who seemed to have come under the emperorâs orders. The emperor! There he was, appearing behind the empress, kissing her cheek and encircling her waist, whispering to her that the servant had attempted to seduce him and had even accused his wife of infidelity. Satoru's actions struck the servant as reminiscent of a child tattling to his mother. He adopted an air of artificial innocence, as if his only intention were to win the empress' trust.
âSend this harlot to the throne room,â he commanded his knights, his voice loud and clear. âLet it be known that there will be consequences for those who dare to deceive their emperor.â
At the throne room, you found yourself seated at the elevated throne next to your husband. This was a place in the castle where the trials of the accused were often held, and now the accused kneeling before you on the lower part of the hall was a lowly maid which Satoru had claimed to have seduced him and besmirched your name.Â
Did he think you were stupid? You knew what his ulterior motives were. You were aware of his covert schemes, and that his sole attempt at orchestrating this entire spectacle was to use the maid to regain your trust and obedience out of gratitude. He was clearly at an unrest ever since you had been defiant to him and he was doing the best that he could to make you submit to him. He was desperate to show you that he was on your side and believed that by reporting the maid's advances, he could convince you of his loyalty. Satoru must truly underestimate your intelligence if he thought that such acts would restore his control over you. But for the sake of a good show, you decided to play along.Â
As customary, the emperor presided over the trial, while the accused maid stood before the imperialty, her eyes downcast, while whispers could be heard through the assembled courtiers.
Satoru announced her sin in a commanding yet measured voice. âMaiden, thou stand accused of attempting to seduce the sovereign and spreading slanderous falsehoods regarding Her Majesty's honor. These are grave charges that strike at the very foundation of our empire.âÂ
The accused maid trembled slightly but remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. She seemed to be having a battle in her head, realizing that she was being used by the emperorâs cruel game. What did she expect of him? You rolled your eyes. Satoru was a known tyrant. She would never last a day being his mistress, much less a concubine. You were the only lady in this empire that could handle him.
The emperor then turned to you as he continued with his speech. âAs for thee, my wife, thou hast been accused of a betrayal that, if true, would bring shame upon the imperial family.â He paused, his expression grave yet thoughtful. âTherefore, I shall entrust the judgment and punishment of this matter to thee. Thou alone knowest the truth of these accusations, and it is thy virtue and integrity that shall guide our course of justice.â
You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this was. Now he was even entrusting the maidâs punishment to you? His tactic obviously consisted of two things: 1) giving you the authority to impose punishment on the accused would make you liable for the consequences tied to the matter 2) if proven not guilty, you would have to face the shame of your misguided punishment. Because Satoru was not certain that you were having an affair, he was putting you on the spot to decide the punishment you would give based on your conscience.Â
Either that or he may have simply intended to convey trust in your judgment by allowing you to administer punishment. This could be a gesture aimed at restoring your sense of authority and influence within the palace. However, given the complexities of your relationship and the context of the situation, it was likely that his motives were more layered and multifaceted.
âHow dost it strike thee, Empress?â Satoru asked in a strangely calm mien. âMayhap we can give her ten or twenty whips? Have her sent out to the dungeons or the west tower?âÂ
Oh, did he assume you were not capable of being creative with punishments? You were not one to shy away from brutality like him. In fact, you had something better in store for this servant of his.Â
The courtiers listened intently, their eyes locked upon you as you spoke. âIt is my judgment that the maid shall be subjected to the punishment befitting her transgressions.â
A hushed murmur erupted through the assembled crowd as they awaited the empressâ decree.
âFirstly, the maid shall be paraded through the streets of our capital, stripped of her garments and bearing the shame of her actions for all to see. Let her walk the path of humility, that she may reflect upon the consequences of her deeds.â Your cruel words carried a weight of overwhelming gravity as you announced the first part of the punishment and proceeded to the next. âFurthermore, the maid shall be delivered unto the custody of our executioners, who shall mete out the final aspect of her punishment. Let her be subjected to the pear of anguish, that she may atone for her sins and serve as a warning to all who would dare besmirch the name of their sovereign.â
The courtiers exchanged somber glances, trembling out of fear at the severity of your inhumane judgment. Even Satoru himself was shocked at the lengths you had chosen to take just to punish a lowly maid. Why was he surprised? He, himself, was entertained at the usage of the brazen bull, roasting his enemies alive as a punishment. The pear of anguish was not even as severe as his usual choices, as its purpose was to have a pear-shaped instrument be inserted in the maidâs vagina, and expand it to the point of internal injuries and mutilation.Â
âNo! No! Your Majesty!â she cried, her words choked with emotion. She quivered in terror and fell to her knees. âI beg of thee, have mercy upon me! Spare me from such unspeakable agony! Forgive me for my transgressions and the harm I have caused. Pray, grant me the chance to repent and seek forgiveness. I shall never again show myself to thee. Prithee⊠Empress Y/N⊠Spare me from this horror, I beg of thee!â
Her voice echoed through the hall with her desperate plea for clemency amidst the shadow of her impending doom. In the silence that followed, your eyes caught the guilt spreading on Satoruâs face. His blue eyes were, for a second, wide and horrified. But he was quick to compose himself and keep yet again a rigid face.Â
âVery well.â Satoru gestured to his knights to take the maid away. âDo as my wife says.âÂ
âMy liege, this is preposterous!â In the midst of the tense atmosphere, one advisor, a voice of dissent, stepped forward, his expression grave and his tone measured. Lord Maximilian was only intending to address the emperor, completely ignoring your right as the empress. âYour Majesty, the Emperor,â the advisor spoke respectfully but with conviction, âI humbly beseech thee to reconsider this severe course of action. The pear of anguish, in particular, is a device of unparalleled cruelty. The punishment is more severe than the crime committed!â He paused, choosing his words carefully. âI propose a more measured punishment, one that upholds the dignity of your sovereign without plunging us into the depths of brutality. Mayhap a period of confinement or hard labor could serve as a more merciful yet effective means of retribution. This way, Your Majesty, we demonstrate both strength and compassion that define thy sovereign rule.â
âCompassion?â you scoffed, humored by Lord Maximilianâs little speech. His pretentiousness was truly out of this world. He was obviously against it because he refused to see your authority over the court restored. He had not even a single idea that you were already aware that he had been conspiring with your husband to execute you. âThou speak of compassion and mercy, Lord Maximilian, when this empire had seen the ruthless perish of a thousand Christian souls under your counsel to the emperor. Is that not irony? What about the body of his lordship, Count Stefano, that thou orderâd to be skinned alive? Or what about the corpses of men speared on pikes by the Tiber River? Now, tell me about that compassion.âÂ
Satoru, stuck in the situation, scanned the throne room and searched for his voice of reason. The man who always stood his ground between good and evil. Lord Nanami. Yet the man was nowhere to be found. âIs Lord Nanami hither? Call him forth to me.âÂ
âI am afraid not, my liege,â spoke one of the courtiers, âHe had left Your Majesty a letter advising of his immediate need to be on a sabbatical. Cited he no reasons as to why.â
âIs that so?â your husbandâs face contorted into confusion, while you were exchanging glances with Suguru, who seemed slightly aware of your participation in Nanamiâs sudden absence. Howbeit, he spoke no words about it.Â
And no one else also said another word, therefore, leaving Satoru to move forward with your decision on the punishment. If he was smart, he should see that your decision was not just a mere punishment to the maid but as a warning from you, that he was not the only person in this empire capable of being a tyrant. That you, as devoted as you used to be, could also be cruel if you wanted to be.Â
You ignored the maidâs screams of terror as the knights took her away. You kept a dignified appearance and walked out of the throne room, followed by your ladies-in-waiting as they engaged in gossip about the maid and how she had always spoken badly of the empress. You wished you cared, but truthfully, you were far too nauseated as you walked through the hallway heading towards the western wing of the castle, hearing your husbandâs voice calling your name.Â
What did he need? Your gratitude? Your declaration of love? Your pledge of allegiance?Â
Frankly, you cared none, as your extreme nausea eventually had your visions blurred, and your body fainting on the marble floor.Â
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Your head ached.
By the time you opened your eyes again, it was already past noontide. No, it was evening, was it? You were lying in Satoruâs bed while its owner was engrossed in a conversation with a physician. You briefly recounted the events before you were carried here, remembering the trial at the throne room, and you fainting while walking back to your side of the palace.Â
âArt thou certain?âÂ
âI am certain Her Majesty is with child, yes.âÂ
âHow is that possible? Tried have we for eight long years.âÂ
âWe owe this blessing to God, my liege. Thy wish for an heir hath come to fruition.âÂ
You were⊠with child?Â
You could not believe it. As the whispered revelation reached your ears, the news brought you a swirl of emotions, for the delicate life growing within your womb just challenged the very foundations of your plans. A child. A baby. A life was growing inside of you! It was not just any other life, but an heir to the throne! A byproduct of you and your husband!
But what about your revenge?Â
You had a moment of introspection as you imagined yourself at a crossroad of destiny. Should you persist with your plot to topple your husband's rule, or should you embrace the newfound responsibility and safeguard the legacy that had taken root within you? The precipice of your decision would depend on Satoruâs reaction to this matter. Your decision would fall upon his level of trust in you.Â
For eight years, you had always wanted to carry his child. You had always dreamed of bearing his heir. This was the very reason why the prophecy existed in the first place, and now that you were pregnant, should that mean that he would no longer find the need to remarry and execute you? Should that mean that the prophecy was false after all? The oracle was a heretic through and through and he never should have consulted with her to begin with!
âMy wife.â The gentle caress of Satoruâs voice soothed your aching head. It only took you then to realize that the physician had already left you two alone, and now your husband was sitting on the edge of his bed, touching your cheek. âTo think,â he mumbled, his voice tinged with wonder, âthat our union has borne fruit at last. An heir to carry forth this legacy of mine.âÂ
He was joyous. He was surging with happiness which was glowing within him, the kind of joy that you had never seen before as he embraced his beloved wife and shared the news. For a moment, your heart melted and you were ready to forsake the grudge you carried in your heart as he proved his reaction to be genuine. His eyes sparkled like jewels as he placed a soft kiss on your belly, then moving to press his lips onto yours.Â
You wanted to cry. You wanted to tear up as never in your life had you received this much level of affection from your own husband. He had never looked at you with such adoration and respect for the longest time since he had been with you. No, this was the very first time he had truly acknowledged you as his wife.Â
âAm I no longer useless unto thee?â you asked, carrying a hint of sadness on your tone despite smiling at him. âShall I no longer be called a barren empress?âÂ
Satoru solemnly shook his head and kissed your hand, your cheek, and your lips. âNo. Each tongue that rises âgainst my wife shall fall.âÂ
You were uncertain whether it was you or him who pulled each other for an embrace, but the gravity that brought you to two together was of mutual force. He held you in his arms tenderly just as you enveloped yourself in his warmth. So this is how it feels like to be loved? You were in complete bliss. You were free from the emotional torment thatâ
Knock, knock!Â
The abrupt knock on the door interrupted the intimate moment between you and your husband, diverting his attention to the intruder who dared disrupt the special moment. Satoru, no doubt, was already thinking of potential punishments in his mind as he summoned his attendant to enter. The attendant conveyed that a knight sought an urgent audience with him, but what could be so urgent at this dead of night?Â
The intruder, to your surprise, was none other than his knight commander Suguru.Â
âSuguru?â Satoru faced him with a more lenient countenance, âSpeak briefly.âÂ
The knight commander glanced at you before he knelt on one knee and looked at the carpeted floor, delivering a message that required urgent and utmost attention. âYour Imperial Majesty, we have discovered a group of knights clad in silver armor, mounted upon war horses lining the cityâs border. My men have identified the potential invaders as the Aurorae Heavy Cavalry of the Astheryn Empire.âÂ
âWhat?!â Just like Satoruâs explosive reaction, you were also surprised by the news. You knew Astheryn was ready for war, but you did not expect them to move so rashly. Satoru knew he was right to conduct a military inspection a week prior, because now, in spite of his growing temperament, he was also mentally prepared for an all-out war. âThose Astheryn bastards! How many are they?!âÂ
âEstimated at about 6000 units, my liege.âÂ
Your eyes widened in disbelief. Thousands of foreign soldiers stationed at the border of the Caelum Empire was undeniably an invasion. The audacity of this act, carried out without any prior communication to Satoru, no wonder fueled his anger like a volcano on the brink of eruption. It was a blatant disrespect to him as an emperor and to his lands as an empire.
âDouble the numbers of our infantrymen and dispatch them to the border!â Satoru's voice carried a low growl, his hand instinctively reaching to massage his temples as he pondered a course of action. âThey must comprise our most elite unit. I demand these men be vigilant and alert at all times. Anyone caught sleeping will have their eyes gouged,â he ordered, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation. His eyes held fury in them as he silently paced back and forth in his chamber. However, just as Suguru made to depart, Satoru's hand halted him mid-step. âBetter yet, remain here and stand guard over my wife," he commanded, his voice taut with resolve. âI will issue the orders to the army personally and confer with my chief tactician.â
Your husband had already left before you could even stop him. His presence, in a mere blink of an eye, was gone as he stormed out of the chamber, yelling out, âThat bastard Toji will die by my hands. How dare he!âÂ
And now you were left with his commander of knights, Suguru, who looked at you in concern as you made an attempt to get out of bed. He was quick to catch you in his arms, guiding you to walk carefully. âIs it true?â you asked, face inches close to him. You could feel his hand on your waist, and the other guiding your arm. âAstherynâs invasion?âÂ
âEmpress, it is imperative that thou remain within the safety of His Majestyâs chamber," Suguru advised, his fox-like eyes seemingly enamored by your face. âThy well-being is paramount, especially now. I see now why thy radiance has been so pronounced of late.â
You smiled at his words. "And what might thou be implying by that?"
âThat our beautiful empress bears the heir to the empire,â he spoke softly. âThis is a direct contradiction to the prophecy. Art thou pleased, my lady?â
As you nodded, you felt Suguru placing a gentle kiss above your hand, still kneeling before you like a true, loyal knight. He looked at you with a gaze filled with the desire to protect. His chivalry was evident in his demeanor toward you, the most beautiful lady of the empire. Unbeknownst to you, Suguru had long been captivated by your beauty. From the moment he first came to your familyâs estate to train as a knight, he harbored a wanton desire for you. Yet, he struggled with his feelings, torn between his admiration for you and his loyalty to Satoru, his friend and lord. How could he? He should punish himself for having a mere attraction to the emperorâs wife.Â
âSuguru, I expect thy loyalty to me until the very end,â you interrupted his reverie, bringing him back to the present. He held your hand tenderly, and your waist affectionately. âCan I count on that from thee?â
Before the knight could respond, a fit of unhinged laughter echoed through the chamber. There, your crazed husband walked in, his sardonically joyful eyes wide with paranoia. âHa ha ha! Absurd! Utterly preposterous!â His loud voice reverberated through the walls, his mind now free of the on-going invasion and was instead evidently consumed by the scene before him. âMy wife, thou jest, surely? Suguru, tell me this is some jest! Loyalty, indeed, I have full faith in thy loyalty, but this... the maidâs accusation. It is true after all?!âÂ
Immediately, the knight commander moved away from you and scrambled to kneel down at the furious emperor. You yourself could not hide your growing anxiety, but it was best to keep calm and explain the situation to your husband properly.Â
âMy liege, âtis not what it seems,â Suguru swore to your husband, who was now laughing manically.Â
âAh, a conspiracy unfolds!â Satoruâs eyes darted between you and his friend. âI see it now, the hidden plots, the whispers in the shadows. My wife and my loyal knight, plotting against me! Speak, reveal the treachery!âÂ
You shook your head, maintaining your composure. âHe speaks true. There is no affairââ
âFie, you wicked bitch!â By this time, Satoru was throwing a tantrum, kicking the nearby console table and throwing the first vase he saw.Â
Suguru rose, his voice pleading, "Your Majesty, I..."
âGet out or I will eviscerate thee in front of her!â Satoru's words cut through the tension, and Suguru, after a moment of hesitation, took a deep breath and left, casting a worried glance at you before exiting. It was clear that Satoru was in a state of manic denial, with his laughter echoing through the chamber like a haunting refrain.
Alone with him now, you observed his demeanor, noting the same scene of past trauma in his laughter. It was reminiscent of the night his sister perished for committing suicideâa portrait of a man on the brink of madness, masking his torment with deranged laughter. Each step he took towards you carried danger. âThis... This child thou carry is a bastard, is it not? That child is not mine!â
You shot him a look of disbelief, refusing to entertain such absurd accusations. âThou art speaking folly!â
Enraged, he seized another vase and hurled it across the room, the sound of shattering porcelain ringing through the chamber, though you maintained your composure despite the sudden chaos. You must not act weak in front of a tyrant. At this rate, he could kill out of impulse, but you were careful not to pull the trigger.
âMy wife thinks I am lost in a mire of absurdity?â Satoruâs laugh rang in your ears again. âConniving bitch! Tell me, this child thou carry, what do I do with that awful thing? Shall I cut thy stomach and pull the thing out myself?â
Slap! A resounding slap, sharp and clear, graced Satoru's cheek as his words drew tears from your eyes. Despite the welling tears, you mustered enough courage to respond. âIf thou question the lineage of this child, then is that not a question to thine own fertility? Dost thou deem thyself barren, unable to sire thine own bloodline? If so, thou hast long scorned me for lacking an heir, yet now thou cast doubt upon the child that I carry. Useless, thou have callâd me. Now, useless, thou call thyself! A barren emperor, unable to secure his own legacy, is that what thou perceive thyself to be?â
âHold that tongue, thou impudent wench!â With a rough hand, he grabbed your arm and tightened his hold so much so that it would leave bruises. âLo, here stand I, grappling with a war that hath the power to shape or shatter mine own legacy, whilst mine own wife doth gad about like a wanton whore?â
A whore? You laughed, as equally maniacal as him. No, a lot worse than him. How foolish of you to think that your husband was someone you could trust your life with? You could not believe that you almost let your guard down in front of him after you learned that you were carrying his child. Yet here he was, spouting nonsense like an absolute fool. He only judged what he saw, not analyzed what he was yet to know. This was exactly why Emperor Toji would always be a smarter ruler than him.Â
âI am thy wife, and I have stood by thy side through thick and thin. I have shared thy lows and highs. I have seated thee at that very throne! Therefore, I will not dignify such insults with a response.â Each word left your mouth with gritted teeth. This was your future, peeled off for your eyes to see. No matter how much you cared for him, no matter how loyal you were to him, no matter how much love you offered to him; you were naught but a woman ready to be thrown at his disposal. It hurt. Truly, it hurt. And because you loved him, you tried holding onto the thin string of hope that he was true to you. That even if he could not love you, he still trusted you. That was the foundation of your relationship from the beginning. Trust. And that will be your ultimatum to him. So, with a shaky voice and tearful eyes, you asked, âI require nothing else from thee but this⊠dost thou trust me?âÂ
His answer was a make or break.Â
His answer would determine whether you would carry your plans out or not.Â
Because if he said yes, then you would forsake everything and be loyal to him without his unconditional love.Â
But if he said no, then there was no point at being his wife when your role would always be easily replaced.Â
Satoruâs stolid mien was an answer in itself, because his blank gaze and unsympathetic expression sent your heart to the deepest layer of hell. âNo,â he declared, âI never have and never will.âÂ
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Four days.Â
Or perhaps five?Â
The days blurred into an indistinguishable haze since your husband's decree consigned you to the confines of the west tower. Unlike the dungeon, reserved for commoners and lower ranks, the western tower housed nobility and imperial captives. Though superior in amenities, it remained a prison in essence. There was only a solitary window within the cell that offered a small glimpse of the world beyond. The view was barely within your reach as it was too high up for you to be able to see outside.Â
You were treated no less than a rebel. Accused of treason. Accused of infidelity. Your reputation as an empress was tarnished, excluded from social circles, excommunicated by the churchâat least, these were some of the things you have heard from the passerby, the attendants who do their nightly rounds in the west tower. The attendants and guards themselves no longer respected you, although you could still sense that they were cautious around you. Afraid that if the emperor were to change his mind and release you, that you would remember their faces and get back at them with brutal repercussions.Â
It was entertaining, truly. It was even more humorous to watch the attendant serve you with soup and bread day and night. Judging by the distinct odor, the soup was laced with arsenic. Someone was definitely trying to poison you, but you were certain that it was not orchestrated by Satoru. Not him. He was too stupid to conjure such a plan as it also contradicted his penchant for more direct and violent approaches. If he wanted to assassinate someone, he would rather crack their skulls or slash them in half. He was too bloodthirsty to kill someone by means of poison.Â
So that left you with one person: Lord Maximilian.Â
Your father, the Grand Duke, promptly sent you a letter after hearing that you were locked up in the west tower, assuring you of his efforts to persuade Satoru to release you and clear your name, demanding your innocence be proved to the empire. He also cautioned that it might be a considerable amount of time before your husband could address your case, given the pressing matter of the Astherean army's invasion on Caelum's borders. In your head, you knew Satoru was having a hard time dealing with the military conflict without your counsel. It was your mind that staged the coup, leading him to his succession 10 years ago. Now, without you, he was faced with difficulty. He did not even have Nanami by his side to guide him through the war.Â
You laughed. Good for him.Â
On the 7th day, your father wrote again. This time, he informed you that there was a ceasefire between Caelum and Astheryn. Apparently, Caelum was struck by the bubonic plague. Astheryn withdrew its cavalry out of fear of losing their soldiers from the Black Death, while Caleans were left to suffer from the spreading disease. The citizens were going mad, panic was ensuing, and there was food shortage everywhere. No one knew what the cause was nor how to cure it. He said those who had caught the disease would fall to their deaths in a matter of days.Â
You laughed again. That is my own doing, father.Â
Three days later, another missive arrived from the Grand Duke, informing you of his recent audience with Satoru. Your father let you know that the Emperor still held a lingering wrath towards you, but he confirmed that your trial would be scheduled shortly. The letter also conveyed unsettling rumors of your potential deposition, suggesting that Satoru entertained matrimonial negotiations with Princess Katarina from the Kingdom of Ellesmere.
You laughed even more. A remarriage, just as he wanted.Â
On the 14th day, your father did not write. He visited you on the western tower himself, somberly informing you of Suguruâs demise. He revealed that the knight commander had been thrown in the dungeon on the same day you were taken to the west tower, but he was treated more harshly. He was tortured, mentally and physically, until he met a gruesome death. Your father chose to spare you of the details of Suguruâs tragic fate.Â
At that, you could not laugh. No, in fact, you cried silently in your cell that night knowing that an innocent man died ruthlessly because of you.Â
What a hypocrite you were!Â
The burden of introducing the Great Plague to Caelum, resulting in the deaths of countless innocent citizens, rested on your shoulders. Yet, your moral boundary seemed to be drawn at Suguru's demise?
You found yourself engulfed in laughter once more, disregarding the puzzled stares from attendants and guards alike. They may have deemed you mad, yet perhaps, madness was the only sane response to the chaos of this world. Why? What was there to be ashamed of? Life was but a game of strategy, a grand chessboard where the king, though less agile than the queen, would always be the last man standing.
Seated in a corner that night, your laughter mingled with tears, a mix of raw emotions unleashed, as the echo of approaching footsteps reached your ears. The flickering torchlight casted a shadow upon the wall, revealing the silhouette of a tall man escorted by two knights.
âY/N.âÂ
When Satoru visited you on the eve of your trial, you never expected him to call your name so tenderly. What you were anticipating was his usual torrent of anger and scorn, and you found yourself bewildered by the odd shift in his demeanor. He then entered your cell and crouched before you, his blue eyes seemed almost softened by sympathy.
âThy trial is scheduled for to-morrow,â he spoke deliberately, though you avoided meeting his gaze. âI have a proposal for thee.â
You remained silent.
âEven if thou have betrayed me, I will extend mercy unto thee, out of gratitude for aiding mine ascension to the throne.â The irony of his words were a slap to your face, hurting your ears as you listened. âI require thee to step down from thy throne with humility, dispose of the bastard thou carry, and live a modest, solitary life in the countryside. There, an estate awaits thee. I expect thee to live quietly, and await the time I will visit thee. Thou will remain as my mistress, though it will not be officially acknowledged.âÂ
As the emperor's words were spoken, the empress's laughter erupted with a wild and bitter sound that echoed through the chamber. Your eyes blazed with defiance, lips curled into a scornful sneer.
âHa ha ha!âÂ
Satoruâs lips tightened a fraction, his body turning into solid ice as you let out an ear splitting horselaugh.Â
âHa ha ha ha!âÂ
His eyebrows furrowed in anger. âEmpress!âÂ
âFool!â you spat, your voice laced with derision. âThou think to offer me mercy while chaining me to a life of servitude? Thou speak of gratitude while stripping me of dignity and autonomy. Thy offer is but another prison for thee to keep me as a pawn!â Your laughter turned into manic fervor, fueled by rage and disillusionment. âI will not bend to thy will, nor will I accept thy false benevolence.âÂ
In the end, Satoru was still a hubristic man. An ungrateful, hubristic man. An ungrateful, hubristic, foolish man.Â
âArt thou aware of thy current standing?!â He was livid. Oh, he certainly was.Â
Yet you? You smiled. You offered him a beautiful, sarcastic smile. âNo soul in this empire shall love thee except for me! All are foes to thee, except for me! I alone have loved thee for thee. Ponder upon that, my misguided husband, for in thy quest for dominion, thou hast forsaken the one who loved thee sincerely.âÂ
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âWe gather today for a matter of great import: the trial of Her Majesty, the Empress, accused of treasonous infidelity.â
As the trial went on, your thoughts drifted back to the day of the maid's trial. Then, she knelt beneath the throne, facing the scrutiny of the court as she protested her innocence and pleaded for mercy. You, once seated upon the now-vacant throne, regarded her with detached interest. The irony of the reversal was not lost on you. It was true that you would pay the price of your wrongdoings, and be rewarded for your kind deeds. In this life, you let your greed get the best of you. You let your love for Satoru blind you. If you were ever to be reborn, you vowed to never again allow yourself to be ensnared by such folly for it led you to nowhere but misery.
How funny is that? These nobles were all here to watch your trial, while a war and plague were happening outside of the castleâs walls.Â
ââmay our deliberations be guided by the righteous light of truth. Empress Y/N, you appear to be in jest. This trial is a serious matter to thee.âÂ
You received the courtierâs look of disapproval, while the others were judging your sanity.Â
âLet her be,â ordered Satoru, who looked tired and resigned. You could hear his sigh even if he was a couple meters away, and his eyes glowed in sad blues as he stared at you, as if it would be the last time he would ever see your face.Â
Perhaps that truly was the case, and you made no effort to fight against it nor did you appeal to prove your innocence. There was no mercy begged for, no forgiveness sought for. It was because you saw no purpose to live this life. He must have sensed your true feelings inside as he watched you from afar, but Satoru still seemed like he was looking for a way to get you out of the situation. Instead of imposing a tyrannous punishment on you, he was clearly attempting to make you innocent. To give you a benefit of the doubt. All of the courtiers and advisors, however, were in complete disagreement. They knew that the emperor held a soft spot for you, but they did not know that his only purpose was to keep using you.Â
Honestly? Your mind was growing weary. The trial dragged on endlessly as Satoru struggled to mitigate your punishment. Not untilâŠ
âHis Majesty, Emperor Satoru, is consulting with an oracle,â you declared, silencing the entire hall with your revelation, ending this ridiculous trial once and for all, âDeep in the dungeon, he hides the old lady. The emperor of this nation is a supporter of heresy, therefore, he is to be subjected to inquisition.âÂ
Your accusations, indeed, were grave. An eerie and portentous air filled the throne room as Satoru himself was stunned and wide-eyed. Surprise contorted his features after he was exposed. His lips quivered and his jaw muscles tightened, and anger soon smoldered all semblance of composure on his saintly face.Â
Caelum was a deeply Catholic nation and the Catholic Church, as an institution, did not endorse or recognize oracles as legitimate sources of divine revelation. Practices associated with oracles, such as divination, fortune-telling, and consulting spirits, as forms of superstition were heretical. These practices were considered as attempts to circumvent the authority of the Church and seek guidance from sources outside of the orthodox Christian belief.
Individuals suspected of engaging in practices associated with oracles, particularly if those practices were perceived as challenging the Church authority or promoting beliefs contrary to Catholic doctrine, could be subject to investigation, trial, and punishment by ecclesiastical authorities, even if they were members of the imperial family.Â
Thus, in your revelation, Satoru was now subjected to a much more serious, unforgivable crime than you. Because he would be at war with the Church.Â
And not only would he be at war with the Church, but also with Astheryn, and the Great Plague all at once.Â
Of course, Satoru intensely denied it and tried to turn things around on you. He was going haywire as your âaccusationâ caused a commotion amongst the courtiers who whispered and murmured in shock and disbelief. As the emperor, his voice held the greatest authority in that hall, and so he became furious at you, claiming to everyone that you were diverting the situation to seem innocent, denying the existence of an oracle in his castle, and that you were to be publicly executed for the crime of commiting lĂšse-majestĂ© by slandering the emperorâs name.Â
Finally, the tyrant was back.Â
You were sick of his sympathetic gazes.Â
If your husband knew you by heart, then he would know that your sole intention at declaring his fortnightly consultations with the oracle was because you wanted to anger him, and in turn, get a punishment that would be enough to free yourself from his grasp. That was the perfect approach.Â
But of course, Satoru might be slow in that department. All he could see right now was a traitorous wife whose malicious intent was to undermine his authority and topple him from the throne. An enemy. That was what you had become to him.
On the day of your public execution, your father cried. And so did your ladies-in-waiting. The rest were eager to see you beheaded, all with keen eyes as you were ushered at the public square, drawing in a large crowd of nobles and commoners alike.Â
Who would have guessed that you held such notoriety?
The words, âwitch!â, âtraitor!â, and âevil!â were thrown your way as you were guided by two knights towards the center of the scaffold. With a rosary on one hand, and a bible on the other, you looked at your father. He should be safe. You had written him a letter, telling him to bring the family and the servants to a remote island away from Caelum. As for you, your end was near.Â
With your head pressed against the block, and the executioner raising his sword, your impending doom was imminent. The imperial sword he carried, you recognized, was Satoruâs personal and favorite sword.Â
âYour head will be severed swiftly,â said the headsman, âAny last words?âÂ
Your eyes found the sky as your lips curled into a sinister smile. âCitizens of Caelum, I will soon meet thy Emperor in hell!âÂ
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A month has passed since your execution.Â
Instead of having your decapitated head impaled on spikes atop the city gates, Satoru ordered your corpse be buried at the tomb. The location was not revealed to anyone else. The citizens also did not question his choice.Â
The emperor was secretly grieving the loss of his wife.Â
Everyone knew. They were all aware that the emperor was mourning over the empress despite your betrayal of him, yet all of them turned a blind-eye on it. They were afraid that the emperor would punish anyone who would remind him of you.Â
Was this still not an act of love?Â
In fact, no, not everyone knew. Not everyone were aware that one of your lady-in-waiting swore to him in oath that you never had an affair with the knight and that the child you carried was not at all a bastard, but his. It was Satoruâs heir. It was his own child. It was the future Emperor of Caelum.
Because of his misjudgment and his paranoia, he lost the only woman who truly loved him.Â
Now the empire was in shambles. Satoru could not deny that your lack of presence in the castle had a much more devastating impact than the plague that wiped half of Caelumâs population. His advisors were of no use when it came to military tactics. Nanami, the most competent of them all, was nowhere to be found. The soldiers have been struck by the Black Death, lowering his total heavy infantry down to a quarter of its nominal full strength.Â
The plague had spread rapidly, causing widespread devastation and food shortage, and as the death toll rose and communities were decimated by the plague, desperation set in. There were villages that had more dead people to collect than living beings who survived. It was a state where all were affected no matter what their noble rankings were.Â
People tried various remedies and treatments, often turning to religious practices such as prayer and penance in hopes of appeasing divine wrath and stopping the spread of the disease. Plague doctors also swarmed the streets with their dark canvas robes and beaked masks, implementing quarantine and treating infected individuals.Â
Satoru secluded himself in his chamber, both day and night, observing the devastation of his empire from the castle's highest vantage point. Desperation ran rampant, driving citizens to seek sanctuary within the palace walls. Initially, the emperor permitted entry only to the highest-ranking nobles. However, as word spread of the palace offering refuge, lower-ranking nobles and commoners clamored for entry, prompting Satoru to order the complete fortification of the castle walls.
The stench of burning bodies permeated the air as the castle became besieged by the diseased, seeking entry but met with the fierce flames intended to ward off infection from the emperor and his staff.
âWhat say the Kingdom of Ellesmere?â Satoru, who had been suffering from high fever, muscle pain, and skin lesions, was accompanied by a state of paranoia as he spoke to Lord Maximilian. âThe marriage negotiations with that⊠that princess. What says them?âÂ
âMy liege.â He bowed, apologetically. âThey no longer wish to proceed. As we are struck by the plague, King Kalleon IV thought it would be of no benefit to be in alliance with a fallen empire. Furthermore, there is something that thou must be aware of, Your Majesty.âÂ
The emperor looked at his advisor.
âThe trade ship that caused the plague to spread throughout Caelum wasâŠâ the old man paused, wary of the rulerâs reaction, âIt was approved entry by the late Empress Y/N.âÂ
Ha ha ha ha!
How twisted of you, indeed. Where does he go from here? Satoru was sick, genuinely sick, as he heard the clamor of diseased individuals rioting outside the castle walls. Inside the palace, his own people were also engaged in their own chaos. He was at a point where he was too fatigued to react violently at his wifeâs crimes. What did Maximilian want him to do, chastise you? You were already gone, and you have left him with the most profound revenge than any punishment he could ever fathom.Â
Satoru found himself consumed by a maelstrom of emotions. He was seeing red from his visions, and seeing black from his discolored skin. Gangrene. Buboes. Chills. All he could do now was laugh at his misery. He grappled with the haunting question of how he arrived at this wretched juncture. What deeds, what choices, led him down this harrowing path of suffering and despair?Â
Lord Maximilian did one last attempt at coaxing the emperor. âMy liege, the prophecyâŠâÂ
The mere mention of the prophecy, however, ignited a primal fury within him. His words filled Satoru with a seething rage and he entertained the notion of silencing Maximilian's voice forever, drawing his sword and executing a swift slash on his advisorâs neck.Â
That damned prophecy!Â
That, that was what led to all of this!Â
In the depths of his suffering, Satoru had experienced the last stretch of the disease entering his body. He was vomiting, crawling on the floor, reaching for the window in hopes of seeing his empire for the last time. But eventually, his weakened body had him submit to his forfeit.Â
In a matter of minutes, he would soon find death and earn his place at the ninth circle of hell.Â
In a matter of seconds, he would soon be named the most hated emperor in history, just as you like it.Â
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In the aftermath of the plague and the cessation of war, the once-mighty Caelum Empire lay in ruin, its rulers, named the most evil Emperor and Empress in history, overthrown. The remnants of the imperial lineage crumbled under the weight of their tyranny. Rising from the shadows of despair emerged the newly crowned Emperor Yuuta, the only remaining lineal heir of the Gojou lineage, who returned to Caelum from his exile with a fervent commitment to restore and rebuild. Known for his fairness and compassion, Yuuta pledged to rebuild the empire, to heal its wounds, and to usher in an era of lasting peace. With each brick laid and each decree issued, he sought to honor the memory of those who perished and to ensure that the horrors of the past would never be repeated. And so, under Yuuta's steadfast guidance, the Caelum Empire embarked on a journey of restoration, its future brightened by the promise of a new dawn.
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Empty Crown (Michael Kaiser x Fem!reader)
Angst, angst with no happy ending (sadly), mentioning of Kaisers past, fem!reader, Michael Kaiser, language, sports journalist {reader}, intimate kissing, smuttt, finger fucking, breast fucking, bedroom sex, body pleasure/worship, manipulation kink, vaginal sex and the usual smut stuff, arguing
a/n: I've seen a bunch of Kaiser edits on my fyp recently soâŠ
I think this is longer than my Sae one i believe. Also its kind of hard trying to keep Kaiser from being ooc..
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(no song either)
She had always been captivated by the idea of uncovering a player's true feelingsâtheir raw, unfiltered intentions. It wasnât just the game that intrigued her but the psychology behind it: how they felt under pressure, how they prepared for battle, how they devised strategies to secure victory. It was a puzzle she never tired of solving.Â
Her career had already brought her face-to-face with some of the biggest names in sports, particularly soccer. But today, she was in Germany, seated across from a man whose reputation transcended the fieldâa man known as "God's Chosen Emperor." To say she found him fascinating would be a gross understatement.Â
But her curiosity wasnât limited to the shiny veneer of titles or the glory his name commanded. No, what truly intrigued her was the truth lurking behind the gilded facade. Who was he beneath the crown? What did his victories cost him? What emotions stirred beneath that composed exterior?
He smirked, his confidence radiating like an aura, as his piercing eyes studied her from across the table. His gaze flickered briefly to the pen in her hand, moving in sharp, deliberate strokes as she jotted down notes in the folder resting on her lap. The room crackled with an unspoken tensionâone born of his arrogance and her relentless pursuit of the truth.
"So, Kaiserâor should I say Michael Kaiserâhow does the excitement, the thrill of making those goals with that inhuman kick of yours, make you feel on the field?" she asked, her tone even but her eyes sharp. She lifted her head, her gaze locking onto him with purpose as her pen hovered just above the paper, poised to catch every word.Â
Kaiser leaned back in his chair, his grin widening, as though the question was a cue for him to bask in his own legend. Of course, it felt goodâno, better than good. For the self-proclaimed "king" of the pitch, every goal was another piece moved in his personal game of chess. Every calculated strike, every triumphant roar of the crowd was proof of his dominion. Confidence, skill, and a charm that bordered on arrogance made him untouchable, both on and off the field.Â
He thrived on the adoration of fans, the envy of rivals, and the weight of the crown he so proudly wore. Each goal was a reminder of his superiority, a validation of his reign. So naturally, they brought him pleasure.
"Y/n L/n, wasnât it?" he said, his voice smooth, laced with the kind of pride that made his name synonymous with greatness. His smile, sharp and practiced, creased his eyes as he leaned forward slightly. "To answer your question, those goals feel... exhilarating," he said, drawing out the word like it was a secret only he truly understood.Â
Her brow arched, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Exhilarating, you say? And how, exactly, does that feel for someone like you?" she pressed, her tone deceptively casual.Â
Kaiser chuckled, his grin deepening. This was a game he was all too familiar withâa battle of wits as much as words. And just like on the field, he had no intention of losing.
Kaiser leaned back into the chair with an air of effortless confidence. "Exhilarating in a way that makes me feel exemplary, of course," he said, his voice smooth, almost lazy, as if the answer was obvious. "Like I'm the only one on the field, and all the lights are directed at me." His words carried the weight of someone who thrived on being the center of the universe.
Y/n nodded, her pen gliding swiftly across the paper as she recorded his response. "Do you believe youâre the only one capable of such outstanding goals?" she asked, her tone neutral but her eyes sharp, gauging his reaction.
Kaiserâs grin widened, his signature arrogance gleaming like a polished trophy. "Well, of course," he replied, as if the question itself was redundant.
She hummed thoughtfully, acknowledging his answer while continuing to write. Then, after a calculated pause, she glanced up. "Say... people have been wondering. Why did you start playing soccer? Was it just a childhood hobby that turned into a career, or was there something deeper behind it?"
For the briefest moment, his smirk faltered. It was subtleâalmost imperceptibleâbut not to her. She caught it instantly, her keen eye trained to spot the cracks beneath even the most carefully constructed facades. This was why she thrived in her line of work: not for the surface-level answers, but for the truths that slipped through the gaps, the ones people didnât mean to reveal.
She lived for the unraveling. For the moments when masks slipped and raw humanity peeked through, unguarded. Truths that couldnât be packaged for headlines or social media clout. Truths that even the interviewee might not fully recognize until they heard themselves say it.
She waited, her pen hovering, her silence a subtle push. Would Kaiser retreat behind his armor of arrogance, or would he crack under the weight of her question?
She was relentless. Every question, every glance, was calculated. She didnât just want answersâshe wanted the truth. The person beneath the accolades and bravado. To her, interviews were more than conversations; they were excavations. And if breaking someoneâs polished exterior was what it took to uncover their real identity, she was willing to do it.
That fleeting crack in Kaiserâs smirk had barely formed before it repaired itself, his composure snapping back into place. "I guess it was just a childhood game I grew to enjoy," he said smoothly. "Well, it was the only thing I did enjoy back in my childhood years."
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing in subtle curiosity. "The only thing you enjoyed back then? How so?" she asked, her voice light, but her intent razor-sharp.
Kaiserâs grin didnât waver, but there was something guarded in the way he adjusted his posture. He was a master of deception, a pathological liar wrapped in layers of charm and self-assuredness. Few could see through the dense fog of lies he spun. At first glance, he appeared invincibleâstrong, untouchable. But beneath the sheen of arrogance lay a man who feared vulnerability more than failure. A man who had built walls so high, even he seemed unsure what lay behind them.
Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back, his elbow propped on the armrest, his hand resting against his cheek as though the question was of little consequence. "It was just something I found fun," he replied, his tone casual, practiced. "The cool tricks I sawâand later masteredâwith the soccer ball never failed to impress me. It kept me inspired, in a way."
Her pen paused mid-stroke, her gaze never leaving him. His answer was polished, the kind of response that would satisfy most interviewers. But she wasnât most interviewers. The careful detachment in his tone, the calculated ease of his postureâit was all too perfect. Too rehearsed. Â
She leaned forward slightly, her pen hovering over the page. "Inspired?" she echoed softly, her voice carrying the kind of weight that dared him to elaborate. She didnât need to push hard; the cracks in his mask were already there. All she had to do was wait.
Y/Nâs pen moved steadily across the page, her practiced precision unbroken. Yet something about his tone, his carefully curated demeanor, set off a quiet alarm in her mind. The answer he gave wasnât wrong, exactly, but it felt... off. She couldnât pinpoint what it was, but it didnât sit right. Â
She prided herself on her ability to read people, to sift through the layers of their words and find the truths buried underneath. So why was the man in front of her so hard to decipher? Â
Her hand froze mid-sentence as her brows knit together in thought, her sharp eyes narrowing as she studied him, trying to unravel the threads of his performance. But after a brief moment, she resumed writing, forcing herself to focus, even as her instincts whispered that something was being deliberately concealed. Â
Unbeknownst to her, Kaiserâs gaze remained fixed on her, his grin widening ever so slightly with each passing second. Amusement flickered in his eyes like a spark threatening to ignite. He could tell she was struggling, and he loved it. Watching someone so perceptive, someone with a reputation for cracking even the toughest facades, falter in his presence? It was thrilling. Â
Kaiser thrived on thisâon games, on control, on keeping everyone around him unbalanced. Heâd done his homework on her, of course. Well, technically, his "buddy" had. He knew all about the headlines sheâd made, exposing the untold truths of players far less guarded than he was. She was clever, skilled, and dangerously persistent. Â
But Kaiser was no ordinary interview subject. He had perfected the art of manipulation, and one thing he relished above all else was the sport of toying with people. Watching them scramble, watching them doubt themselves, only to realize too late that heâd been pulling the strings all along. Â
And right now? The woman in front of him was another game he intended to win. Â
He relished the feeling of holding people in the palm of his hand, their pride crumbling beneath his calculated words. There was a unique satisfaction in breaking egos, in bending others to his will. Control wasnât just a tool to himâit was an art form. And soon, he decided, Y/N would be another masterpiece in his growing collection. Â
But she wasnât so easily swayed. A faint shake of her head seemed to clear whatever troubled thoughts had momentarily clouded her focus. Her pen stilled, and her eyes locked onto his, sharp and unyielding. "So, Kaiser," she began, her tone precise, cutting through the air like a blade. "Itâs impossible not to notice how youâve surpassed and crushed your rivals. But tell me, do you ever get tired of playing the villain?" Â
Her question struck like a well-placed shot, catching him off guard. For a moment, the silence between them stretched taut. He didnât answer immediately. Instead, he studied her, his eyes narrowing as if she were a puzzle he hadnât yet solved. Then, as the tension reached its peak, a grin broke across his previously expressionless face, slow and deliberate. Â
"No," he said finally, his voice low but firm. "Never." Â
He took pride in being the villain in other peopleâs stories. To him, the title was a badge of honor, a mark of his ability to dominate and destroy. Being the villain gave him permissionâno, purposeâto crush people without restraint. To watch their downfall unfold, step by step, especially when he was the architect of their demise. Â
His grin deepened, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous amusement. "The villain," he continued, leaning forward slightly, "always wins in the end, donât you think?" Â
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Kaiser tilted his head back, the cool water cascading down his throat as he chugged the bottle Ness had handed him. His Adamâs apple bobbed with each swallow, and when he was done, he let out a satisfied sigh, setting the bottle down with a soft clink. Â
"That girl... sheâs annoyingly perceptive," he muttered, almost to himself. Â
Ness, seated beside him on the bench overlooking the empty football field, turned his head sharply at the comment. His brows furrowed. "Girl? You mean that journalist from earlier?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity. Â
Kaiser hummed in response, his gaze fixed on the field as if the game were still unfolding in his mind. "Yeah, her." Â
For a moment, Ness hesitated, his teeth worrying at the inside of his cheek. He debated whether to ask the question lingering on his mind. Finally, he caved, his voice quieter than before. "What... what do you mean by âannoyingly perceptiveâ?" Â
Kaiser didnât answer right away. His eyes flicked toward Ness, studying him briefly before turning back to the horizon. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, a flicker of amusement and unease mingling in his expression. Â
"She might just figure me out," he said, his voice carrying a rare hint of vulnerability beneath the usual confidence. His smirk deepened as he added, almost as an afterthought, "My past, I mean." Â
Ness blinked, caught off guard by the admission. Kaiser never talked about his pastâit was a subject shrouded in mystery, just like the man himself. He opened his mouth to press further but hesitated, the weight of Kaiserâs words lingering between them like an unspoken challenge. Â
Nessâs eyes widened at Kaiserâs response, panic flickering across his face. "B-but Kaiser, wouldnât that be bad? She could expose you! What if she digs up all your personal information and reveals it to the publicâ"
"You donât think I know that, Ness?" Kaiser interrupted smoothly, his smirk remaining intact. If anything, it only widened. Â
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he turned to face Ness, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Donât you get it, Ness? Itâll be fun." Â
Ness blinked, his growing unease evident in the way his shoulders stiffened. "KaiserâŠ" Â
But Kaiser wasnât finished. His voice carried an almost playful edge, one that made Nessâs skin crawl. "Itâll be entertaining to watch someone so desperate try to figure me out. And even more fun to lead her astrayâwith nothing but lies." Â
Ness remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. He knew better than to interrupt when Kaiser was on a roll. Â
"Iâll manipulate her," Kaiser continued, his tone almost gleeful. "Toy with her, twist her perception until she doesnât know whatâs real anymore. Iâll use her like a puppet, feeding her one lie after another, watching as she clings to every word." Â
He laughed, the sound low and rich, as though the thought alone was enough to entertain him. The image of Y/N caught in his web, entirely at his mercy, sent a thrill through him. Â
"Wouldnât that be exhilarating, Ness?" he asked, his voice carrying a dangerous undercurrent. Â
Ness swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. The gleam in Kaiserâs eyes was unsettling, and though he knew better than to challenge him, a quiet unease settled in the pit of his stomach.
Ness swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to go down. The way Kaiser looked at himâeyes alight with excitement, yet darkened by something almost sinisterâsent a chill crawling up his spine. The sheer thrill Kaiser seemed to derive from his schemes was unnerving, but Ness knew better than to voice his discomfort. Â
All he could do was nod. Agreeing with Kaiserâs antics, no matter how twisted, was easier than opposing him. Heâd long since learned that resistance only amused Kaiser further. Â
It had been a while since Ness had seen his idol take such a keen interest in somethingâor, more accurately, someone. Kaiser rarely fixated on individuals; people were disposable to him, fleeting sources of entertainment at best. But now, it seemed, heâd found a new toy. Â
Nessâs stomach churned at the thought. Heâd seen it before: the way Kaiser broke people down, piece by piece, until they were little more than playthings to him. And yet, this time felt different. There was a dangerous spark in Kaiserâs eyes, an almost childlike glee at the prospect of unraveling someone so clever, so perceptive. Â
It wouldnât be long now. Kaiserâs newest "interest" would soon find themselves caught in his web, and Ness could already foresee the chaos that would follow.
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He always knew where sheâd be. Her schedule, the events sheâd attendâit was all too easy to track. With that knowledge in his back pocket, heâd find her in the crowd, scanning for her familiar figure among the sea of faces, certain she was either there or just a few steps away. Â
It was strange, he thought. Putting in this much effort for someoneâit wasnât his usual style. But something about her, something about the way she moved through the world, made it impossible not to seek her out. Â
And today, she was at a press conference. Of course, heâd be there too.
Kaiser approached her quietly, his footsteps soft as the press conference wrapped up, the chatter of departing attendees filling the air. She was engaged in conversation with someoneâan individual who radiated importance. The man wore a sharp suit and tie, paired with glasses from an expensive brand, and a watch that spoke of wealth and status. He practically screamed high-profile. Â
Kaiser tapped her shoulder lightly, interrupting their exchange, and she immediately turned to face him. Â
Their eyes met, and what struck him was the lack of surprise in her gaze. There was no shock, no flurry of confusionâjust calm recognition, as though sheâd been expecting him all along. Â
She wasnât blind. She had seen him at every event she attended, at first dismissing it as coincidence. But now, after so many encounters, she could no longer deny the truth. Â
Kaiser had been following her. Â
Y/N knew what that meant. She knew that no one in their right mind stalked someone without a reason. And she was certain Kaiser didnât do anything without a purpose. Whatever game he was playing, she knew she was a part of it.
Y/Nâs curiosity burned brighter than ever. She was determined to uncover Kaiserâs intentions, to see what game he was playing this time. Â
"Kaiser, it's great to see you," she said with a calm smile, her attention fully on him now. Â
Kaiserâs smirk only deepened at her greeting. "I can say the same thing, Ms. Journalist," he teased, his voice smooth and laced with a playful challenge. Â
He studied her, his eyes raking over her with deliberate intent. She was attractive, no doubt about it. But Kaiserâs mind was on something else entirely. Her appearance didnât matter to him in this moment; his goal was simplerâto get under her skin, to make her unravel, to watch her crumble before him. Â
"Would you look at you?" He took a step closer, his tone shifting to something more dangerous. "You look irresistible, Ms. Y/N." Â
The words hung in the air as he leaned in, inching ever closer, his presence all-consuming. "Are you trying to seduce the men here? If so, itâs working," he murmured, his breath grazing her ear. Â
Y/Nâs eyebrow arched, but she didnât flinch. Instead, she took a step back, putting some distance between them. She wasnât intimidated. She knew Kaiser all too wellâhis charm, his power over people. He could have anyone kneel before him in seconds, and it was the one thing he loved to brag about. Â
But she was perceptive of him. Sheâd seen through his games before. She wasnât about to let him win that easily.
A small laugh escaped her lips, and she shook her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Sorry, Kaiser. Thatâs not going to work on me." Â
For the briefest moment, his teasing smirk faltered, replaced by a pout that almost seemed forced. "Thatâs a shame. I really thought youâd fall for my compliments," he said, his grin returning in full force. "How could I help myself? You look very... tasty," he added, emphasizing the last word with a playful gleam in his eyes. Â
She laughed again, shaking her head at his antics. "Thatâs all you know how to do, huh? Flirt. Youâre so used to having people fall at your feet that you donât know how to have a real conversation, do you?" Â
Kaiserâs smirk returned, wider this time, his gaze sharpening with a flicker of admiration for the way she held her ground. "Oh, you wound me, Y/N," he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if her words had struck him deeply. Â
This was a new record for Kaiser. Out of all the people heâd spoken to, she was the only one who didnât get swept up in his charm. The only one who didnât fawn over him. And it intrigued him. Never before had he felt this kind of genuine interest in a conversation. Â
What was even more surprising was that he hadnât once grown bored. Their interactions, especially the ones where he accidentally bumped into her, were becoming more engaging with every exchange. This one, in particular, was the most stimulating yet. And that only fueled his curiosity even more.
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Bit by bit, Kaiser began to lower his guard around her, the cracks in his facade growing wider with every interaction. Unknowingly, he allowed Y/N to catch glimpses of the man beneath the crownâfragments of a person that few ever saw. Â
And despite every instinct telling her to walk away, Y/N found herself inexplicably drawn to him. She knew who he was, what he represented. She understood the chaos that swirled around his world, the power he wielded, and the danger that came with being entangled in it. Yet, despite that, she couldnât tear herself away. Â
She had her reasons, of course. The first, and most obvious, was the truthâthe truth that lay just beneath his carefully constructed mask. The truth that had eluded her for so long, no matter how many times she tried to unravel it. Â
But there was something else, something she couldnât quite pinpoint. A pull, a magnetic force that seemed to draw her in. It wasnât just his looks, nor his sharp, confident personality. Sheâd encountered countless famous men, men just as attractive, just as bold. And yet, none had ever affected her this way. Â
Y/N wasnât sure if it was the sensation he gave herâthe way he made her feel like she was the only one in the room, like she was a part of something dangerous and exhilarating. It was a feeling that both thrilled and unnerved her. But there it was, undeniable. She was tethered to him in a way that made no sense, and that fact alone was enough to keep her coming back.
So, she was left with only one conclusion: the sensation he left her with. A strange, undeniable craving for more. It was an odd feeling, something that gnawed at her insides with an intensity she couldnât quite understand. Â
But deep down, she knew it wasnât just that. There was something elseâsomething beneath the surface that kept her tethered to him, something that made her unable to look away. What was it about him that had this hold on her? What was it that made her so drawn to him, despite knowing all the risks? Â
The answers she sought would come, sooner than she anticipated. After the press conference, everything changed.
From that night onward, they grew closer. Closer than she had ever expected. Their interactions shifted from professional to personal, the banter, the snarky retorts, becoming a comfortable rhythm between them. Â
The facades theyâd both so carefully built began to crack, slowly, piece by piece, until there was little left to hide behind. And as the walls came down, the truthâabout him, about herâstarted to reveal itself in ways neither of them had anticipated.
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The cold seeped into her bones, a biting winter chill that seemed to freeze everything around her. But it wasnât just the weather. No, the real cold came from something far deeper. Â
Y/N stood behind him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pity and disbelief. She had never seen him like thisâvulnerable, shaken, a far cry from the confident, unshakable man she was used to. Â
It was a rare loss, one that had taken more from him than anyone could have anticipated. A loss that had clearly left its mark, its weight pressing down on him in ways he couldnât hide. The toll it had taken on him was evident in every tense line of his posture, every stiff breath he took. Â
This wasnât just a defeatâit was something far more personal. And for the first time, Y/N wondered if he would ever be the same again.
The cold bit at her skin, sharp and unforgiving, the air heavy with the weight of winter. But it wasnât just the chill of the season that made everything feel frozen. It was the coldness of something deeper, a loss that had struck like an icy gust of wind, leaving everything in its wake distant and hollow. Â
This wasnât just any lossâit was rare. And it had taken more than just the game from him. It had cost him something personal, something she could feel even without knowing the full extent of it. Â
The match had ended hours ago, but Kaiser remained. Alone. Silent. His figure barely visible in the fading light of the pitch, his usual confidence stripped away. Â
With every step she took toward him, the cold seemed to grow sharper, more furious, as if it was fighting her approach. But she didnât stop. Even as it felt like she was wading through a blizzard, Y/N pressed on. Â
Finally, she stood closer to him, close enough to see his faceâor what little of it she could. His head hung low, his hair casting shadows that obscured his expression. Â
When she finally caught a glimpse, her breath caught in her throat. It was a look she was unfamiliar with, one that didnât belong to the Kaiser she knew. It was raw, unguardedâsomething close to defeat, but deeper, more complicated than just that. And for the first time, Y/N wondered if the man she had been chasing after was even the person he pretended to be.
He looked like a shell of himself. Empty. Â
For the first time, Kaiser appeared as though he had lost everythingânot just the match, but something far more profound. To him, this wasnât just a game lost; this was personal. His team had lost. He had lost. And that shattered the very foundation of his pride. Â
Losing wasnât a part of his world. It wasnât even something that registered in his vocabulary. Â
So when the final whistle blew and his team was declared defeated, it wasnât just a scoreâit was a rupture in everything he believed. He shattered. The loss was far more than the scoreboard. It meant he was a failure, and that idea cut deeper than any defeat ever could. Â
Y/N could see the pain in his eyes, the kind of raw agony that an emperor, someone so used to control and dominance, rarely allowed anyone to witness. It was a vulnerability she wasnât prepared for. Â
Thatâs when it hit herâKaiser was no longer the man who ruled the field, untouchable and arrogant. He was just a person, fragile and broken. Â
Her heart clenched in her chest. She hadnât expected to feel sympathy for him, but there it was, overwhelming. Â
Without thinking, she stepped closer. "Kaiser..." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, a note of concern breaking through her usual sharpness.
The words barely registered in Kaiserâs mind, but the tone did. It was different from the usual sharpness he was accustomed to. When he spared a glance at Y/N, it wasnât the smirk or the arrogance he often wore in her presenceâit was something far more guarded. But at least she knew he acknowledged her. Â
"Kaiser, talk to me." Her voice was quieter this time, more insistent. Â
Y/N had never expected to care for him this way. For so long, her focus had been solely on uncovering the truth, on peeling back the layers of the man who intrigued and frustrated her. But with every moment spent near him, the answers she sought only seemed to deepen the mystery. And now, in this strange moment, she found herself questioning something else entirely: Did he care about her, too? Â
But Kaiser didnât respond. He remained as still as stone, his silence speaking volumes. His mind was a battlefieldâon one side, the urge to push her away, to demand she leave him in peace. On the other, an inexplicable resistance to that very thought. Â
The inner conflict tore at him. His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his face twitched. The only outward sign of his internal struggle. Â
He was furiousâfurious at the loss, at the feeling of vulnerability she seemed to evoke, at the strange mix of emotions swirling in his chest. Confusion clouded his eyes, and for once, Kaiser found himself at a loss. Â
He didnât know what to do. He didnât know what she wanted from him. And he certainly didnât know what he wanted from her.
"I hate this."
Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat at the words, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. Finally, after all the silence, he spoke. Â
"Hate what, Kaiser?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasnât even sure what she was askingâshe just needed him to respond, to break the suffocating silence between them. Â
"I hate what I'm feeling right now." His voice was softer now, almost as if he didnât want anyone to hear it. His head drooped even further, his posture slumped under the weight of something far heavier than just the game. Â
Y/Nâs eyes softened as she watched him, her heart tugging painfully. She felt an overwhelming sense of sympathy for him, but at the same time, she felt helpless. What could she do? Every time she tried to reach out, he shut her down, pushing her away with his walls. Â
She had seen it allâthe game, the way the light in his eyes dimmed with each passing moment, the defeat that seemed to crush him. It was a rare sight, this version of Kaiser. The one who wasnât so certain, so untouchable. Â
"Itâll get better, Kaiser. I swear," she said quietly, almost pleading with him to hear her, to believe in her words. Â
But a small scoff escaped his lips, laced with annoyance and something darkerâfrustration, confusion. "How? How can it get better, Y/N?" he snapped, his voice sharp.
A frown tugged at Y/N's lips as she watched him. "The feelings are temporary, Kaiser. I know it feels like shit right now, but it won't last. You did great, regardlessâand for that, Iâm proud. Others are, too, I thinkâ"
But before she could finish, Kaiser interrupted her, his words cutting through the air with an edge that startled her. "Did you know I hate losing?" Â
Y/N blinked, her breath catching slightly at his tone. But he didnât stop. Â
"I hate losing, not because it hurts my pride," he continued, his voice steady but laced with something deeper, darker. "But because it reminds me that everythingâthis, my career, my reputationâcan disappear in an instant." Â
He paused for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, and then, more quietly, he added, "It brings back the memories of the old me. Itâs like reliving the past all over again. All the way back to my old household⊠back to how useless I was. I was pathetic. I was nothing." Â
His words hung in the air, heavy and raw. Y/Nâs eyes widened just for a fraction, the weight of his confession settling over her. She quickly masked her surprise, but something inside her stirred. Â
This was new. Kaiser had never spoken like this before. He had never let herâor anyoneâsee beneath the mask he wore so carefully. Â
And for the first time, she felt the barrier he had placed between himself and the worldâthe one that had kept his true feelings locked awayâbegin to crack. She could see it. She could feel it. Â
Her heart swelled with something she couldnât quite name. It wasnât pity. It wasnât sympathy. It was something deeperâsomething that made her want to keep listening, keep understanding. Â
This was the truth she had searched for. The truth she had wanted to uncover all along. The one that had eluded her, hiding behind all the layers Kaiser had carefully constructed. And now, for the first time, she was seeing it for what it truly was.
But now wasnât the time to dwell on the emotions swirling inside her.
âI despise losing in a way too, Kaiser,â she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kaiserâs gaze shifted to hers, catching her off guard. She wasnât sure what to expect from him, but she wasnât expecting thisâthis quiet attentiveness. This was the first time she had seen him focus on her with such intent.
âI hate that losing against people who are far more superior than me takes such a huge toll on me,â she continued, her words flowing slowly, as if each one carried more weight than the last. âItâs like Iâll never measure up in a world dominated by people who are better.â
His entire attention was on her now. She could feel it. And for some strange reason, it eased the tension that had been building in her chest. It felt⊠calming to know that, for once, someone else understood. Even if it was just in this small moment.
"Iâve always feared the people who were betterâwho were born with gifts I could never surpass," she said, her voice softening with each word. âBut I always fucking hated that about myself,â she whispered, the words carrying an undertone of self-loathing she hadnât shared with anyone before.
Y/n gritted her teeth slightly, her eyes narrowing in a mix of regret and frustration. The vulnerability was almost suffocating, but it was real. It was raw. And in this moment, she wasnât afraid to show it.
Kaiser noticed the shift in her expressionâthe self-hate she had felt earlier now seemed to dissipate, replaced by something more complex, something that caught him off guard. It was the same surprise that stirred within him.
"It bothered me so much, the fact that I always managed to push myself down at any given moment when I saw someone even just the slightest bit better than me," she continued, her voice steady, though it carried a weight. "It made me feel even more worthless than I really was. All I did was force myself into believing I was lower than everyone else when, in reality, I was so much more than that."
She finally lifted her gaze to meet his. It wasnât the confusion he was used to seeing. No, this time she held his stare with something softerâsomething almost vulnerable. He found himself looking at her with a kind of admiration, something unfamiliar to him, mixed with a flicker of surprise.
"Y/n," he mumbled, his voice no longer tinged with irritation, but instead with a curiosity that mirrored his feelings. "I donât want to see the same thing in you, Kaiser," she added, her words a quiet confession that hit him harder than he expected. "It bothers me so much when I see someone making themselves feel like shit."
Her admission stilled him, and his chest tightened at the rawness of her words. "I didnât want to see what I went through in your eyes."
Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, he felt a shiftâa shift in the way his heart pounded. Did she care for him? The thought was almost foreign, but the possibility of it lodged itself deep within him. Someone who cared. For him.
The realization made his chest ache in a way he couldnât explain. It was an emotion he hadnât quite known how to process, but it was there, undeniable and consuming.
Kaiserâs heart raced as he asked the question, though he already knew the answerâor so he thought. "Y/n, do you... care?"
It was blunt, direct. He needed an answer, even if it hurt him further. The silence that followed stretched, thick with unspoken thoughts.
Y/n froze, her eyes searching for an answer within herself, and thatâs when it hit herâshe cared. All the confusion, the uncertainty, the strange pull toward him⊠it all made sense now. Those feelings she had tried to unravel earlier, they were tied to this simple, yet profound word.
Care.
The realization crashed over her. That was it. That was why her heart felt heavy. Why she couldnât tear herself away from him. Yes, it was hard to believe, hard to admit, but in that moment, it was undeniable.
She cared.Â
For Michael Kaiser.Â
The word fit perfectly. It was the missing piece that made everything click. It felt right. Perfect, even.
She didnât hesitate this time, her voice softer than before. "I do, Kaiser, I really do."
It was enough. That simple truth was all Kaiser needed to hear. For the first time in what felt like forever, someoneâanyoneâcared for him. The weight of her words settled into his chest, filling a space he didnât know had been empty for so long.
And in that moment, it felt like a dream come true. Like he could finally exhale, like he was at peace. At rest.
Someone cared for him. The thought alone made his heart ache in a way he wasnât used to, the tenderness stirring deep within. His eyes softened, losing the usual sharpness that defined him.Â
There was no smirk now. Instead, a smileâa real, unguarded smileâreplaced it. It was subtle, but it was there.Â
He took a step toward her, then another, until the space between them dwindled to nearly nothing. She could feel his presence, so close now that her heart began to race with uncertainty and anticipation. It was like the world had quieted around them, and everything he wasâeverything he had hiddenâwas on the brink of being laid bare.Â
Just for today, he told himself. Just for today, his guard would be lowered. Just for today, he would let the mask fall.
His chest tightened with something more than nervousnessâsomething that felt raw and unspoken. A pull, a need, an undeniable feeling that screamed at him to take action.
And surprisingly, he didnât hesitate. He didnât force his body to stop. For once, he didnât fight against it.Â
Now, in this moment, he realized the truthâhe cared for her too. And he wanted her to care for him forever.Â
He took that final step. The one that closed the distance between them, the step that meant everything. The step that brought them together, on the edge of something neither of them had expected, but both knew would change everything.
He reached up, his hand gently cupping her chin, guiding her face toward his. His eyes locked onto hers, searching for something, anythingâconfirmation of what they both already knew.Â
Her eyes, wide and vulnerable, spoke the truth without words. They were everything she had just confessed. And then, his gaze dropped lower. Her lipsâsoft, full, and so invitingâpulled him in, a magnetic force he couldnât resist even if he wanted to. They were perfect. Delicious. Everything he never thought he'd want, yet now couldn't imagine living without.
He studied her entire face, her entire being, drinking in every detail. And in that moment, he realized he was lost. Completely. And it was all Y/nâs fault.
He didnât think, didnât hesitate. He was caught in a trance, a deep desire bubbling up, leaving him no choice but to close the distance between them. His lips crashed against hers, a sudden, urgent kiss that left no room for words.
The shock was mutual, taking them both by surprise. Kaiser, usually so in control, found himself caught in the rush of emotions he had never expected. And Y/nâshe couldnât process it at first. But that hesitation lasted mere seconds.
Without missing a beat, she responded, mirroring the intensity he had brought to her. Their lips moved together, desperate and passionate, as if they had been waiting for this moment all along.
Kaiser's lips claimed Y/n's with a fervor that was both tender and dominating, their mouths aligning in a rhythm as natural and inevitable as the tides. Each passing second saw their kiss deepen, growing more intimate, more passionate, more consuming. It was as if their lips had been sculpted by the gods themselves, destined to fit only against each other.
Kaiser's strong hand gripped Y/n's chin, holding her fast as he plundered her mouth with increasing aggression. She gasped, a shocked murmur escaping her, and he seized the opportunity to delve inside, his tongue invading and conquering. It twined around hers, dominating, possessing, staking his claim.
A breathy, needful groan spilled from Y/n's lips, a sound of surrender and submission. Kaiser felt a surge of male pride, a dark satisfaction at reducing this proud woman to such a state with naught but a kiss. She was his, utterly his, and he reveled in his power over her.
His grip tightened, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her jaw as he angled her head to deepen the kiss yet further. He would have her, all of her. He would lay siege to her every defense until she yielded completely. And he would enjoy every moment of conquering her, body and soul
Kaiser's earlier anger had dissipated like the morning mist under the scorching sun, leaving no trace behind. All that remained was a burning desire, a hunger to unravel the woman in his arms, to make her unravel for him. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, trapping her soft, pliant body against the hard planes of his own. She was a delicate doll, a plaything for him to manipulate and enjoy as he saw fit. His doll, his prize, his possession. And he would guard his treasure jealously.
He broke the kiss, only to catch his breath for the briefest of moments before his mouth was back on hers, claiming, conquering, consuming. She was a woman possessed, lost in the haze of sensation, unable to break away from the addictive pull of his lips. Her hum of acquiescence, trapped between their joined mouths, only spurred him on further.
"Your enjoying this aren't you?" Kaiser murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble. He didn't wait for a response, his lips latching onto hers once more as if to swallow any protest. She was addicted, he could feel it, could taste it on the sweetness of her breath. And like any addict, she would crave more, would need more. He would make certain of it.
Kaiser's palm skimmed over the curve of Y/n's hip, squeezing and caressing, igniting sparks beneath her skin. Each pass of his hand stoked the flames of his desire, the kiss growing ever more fervent, ever more consuming. He reveled in her surrender, in the way she melted so sweetly against him, a puppet dancing on his strings.
But it was more than her submission that ignited the beast within him. It was the raw, primal satisfaction of seeing his actions, his touch, his very presence eliciting such a response. She was a canvas, and he was the artist, painting her reactions with every brushstroke of his desire.
Her need to continue the kiss, to lose herself in his embrace, only fueled his own burning hunger. He could feel it, the pull, the ache, the desperation. She craved him, yearned for him, and he would feed that hunger, that yearning, that desperation. He would be her addiction, her poison, her reason for breath.
Kaiser broke the kiss abruptly, leaving her lips hovering, searching, aching for his touch. Her eyes, hazy with desire, sought his own, a plea swirling in their depths. She tried to close the scant distance between them, to recapture his lips, but he pulled back, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Confusion clouded her gaze, warring with the need, the want, the undeniable desire. He had her on the cusp, teetering on the edge of something terrifying and thrilling. She was his puppet, and he held the strings, ready to dance her to his tune
Y/n stared at Kaiser, his name falling from her lips in a breathless question. As her gaze met his, she felt the weight of his desire, hot and heavy, pressing down upon her like a physical touch. She felt laid bare, stripped of all defenses, as exposed as if she stood naked before him. His eyes blazed with a madness, a hunger that made her heart stutter in her chest.
"Kaiser," she breathed, a flicker of uncertainty in her tone. But before she could voice any protest, he was already moving, his large hand engulfing her own, pulling her towards his waiting vehicle.
She stumbled slightly, caught off guard by his urgency, his insistence. But he didn't give her time to compose herself, to steel her nerves. No, he was already ushering her into the passenger seat, the cool leather of the car interior a shock against her flushed skin.
The door slammed shut with a resounding finality, sealing them both inside the confines of the luxurious vehicle. Kaiser slid into the driver's seat, his presence commanding, dominating the space. She could feel the tension radiating off him, the coiled energy, the barely restrained desire.
He didn't say a word, didn't bother with pleasantries or explanations. He simply engaged the ignition, the engine roaring to life with a throaty purr. And then they were moving, the car surging forward with a burst of speed that pressed Y/n back against her seat.
She had no idea where he was taking her, no concept of their destination. But it mattered not. All that consumed her thoughts, all that mattered, was the promise of what was to come. The completion of what they had begun.
The car pulled to a halt, and before she could blink, Kaiser was there, opening her door, his hand outstretched to assist her exit. She stepped out into the cool night air, her heels clicking against the pavement as she gazed up at the imposing structure before them.
It was a house, a grand and opulent affair that spoke of wealth and privilege. Of course, it made sense. Kaiser was a man of means, a famous athlete who had amassed a fortune through his talents and dedication. And now, he was inviting her into his inner sanctum, his private domain.
He led her towards the imposing front door, his hand a brand at the small of her back
Y/n found herself powerless to resist as Kaiser's iron grip tightened around her waist, propelling her forward into the cavernous entrance of his estate. The door slammed shut behind them with a resounding bang, sealing them off from the world outside, leaving them alone in the charged atmosphere that crackled between them.
Before she could catch her breath, Kaiser had her pinned against the door, his hard, muscular body caging her in, his lips claiming hers in a searing, urgent kiss. A startled gasp escaped her, only to be swallowed by Kaiser's hungry mouth as it moved demandingly against her own.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him, anchoring herself against the onslaught of sensation. Her lips, as if possessed of a will of their own, softened and yielded to his, falling into a rhythm that matched his own. She met him kiss for kiss, desire for desire, her body melting bonelessly against the hard planes of his own.
Kaiser's calloused hands, rough and textured from years of gripping balls and battling opponents, skimmed over the soft, sensitive skin of her waist. They fit her curves as if she had been sculpted to his touch, his hands a perfect mold for her body. His fingers tightened, squeezing the soft flesh, marking her as his own.
"Kaiser..." His name left her lips in a breathless whisper, a sound of surrender and need. The way it echoed in the grand foyer, a testament to her submission, sent a shiver down Kaiser's spine. This woman, this exquisite creature, was undone by his touch, his kiss, his very presence. And he reveled in the power of it, the heady rush of knowing he could bring such a strong woman to her knees with a mere touch.
He plunged his tongue past the seam of her lips, delving deep, conquering, claiming, possessing. She tasted of honey and sin, and he couldn't get enough. He wanted to drown in her, to lose himself in the sweet oblivion of her mouth, of her body.
The need that surged through him at the sound of her breathless whisper, the way it made his skin prickle and his blood burn, was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. She was doing this to him, unraveling him, just as he was unraveling her.
Kaiser felt the weight of her whispered plea, the way it settled heavily in his chest, igniting a primal urge within him. The sound of his name on her lips, the desperation in her tone, stirred something dark and possessive deep inside him. In that moment, his sole desire was to see her bow down before him, to make her submit completely to his will. He wanted her to remember only one name, only one identity: Michael Kaiser. He wanted to be her god, her master, her everything.
A smirk tugged at his lips, felt rather than seen, as a low, sensual chuckle slipped between their joined mouths. "Let's take it further," he murmured, his voice a rumble of promise and dark intent. "Yeah?" It was a command more than a question, a decree that brooked no argument.
His hands slid from her waist to the backs of her thighs, squeezing the firm, toned flesh. In a fluid, effortless motion, he lifted her, silently demanding her cooperation, her obedience. And to his satisfaction, she complied without hesitation, without a moment's doubt.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. Kaiser groaned into the kiss, the feeling of her body pressed so intimately against his own stoking the flames of his desire to new heights. He could feel her heartbeat pulsing against his chest, could feel the heat of her core pressing insistently against his abdomen.
Blindly, his eyes still locked with hers, Kaiser carried her through the darkened halls of his estate. He didn't need to see where he was going, trusting his memory, his instincts, to guide them to their destination. The bedroom loomed before them, a spacious and opulent affair, the grand four-poster bed dominating the center of the room.
He carried her to the edge of the bed, his lips never breaking the heated kiss, his tongue still plundering the sweet recesses of her mouth. Only when the backs of her knees hit the mattress did he reluctantly withdraw, his breath harsh and ragged as he gazed down at her with a look of pure, unadulterated hunger.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble.
Kaiser loomed over Y/n, his powerful frame pinning her delicate one to the luxurious bed. His hands roamed her curves with a boldness born of desire and possession, mapping out the terrain of her body as if he were a conqueror claiming new land. She was utterly at his mercy, trapped beneath him, a willing captive to his touch.
Soft, breathy moans spilled from her lips, a symphony of pleasure that sang to his ego, stroking his pride. Each touch, each caress, sent her spiraling further into a world of sensation, craving more, needing more. He could feel it, the way her body responded to his, the way it yearned for his touch like a flower turning towards the sun. She was his, utterly and completely, and he reveled in the knowledge.
A growl of pure male satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he hooked his fingers under the hem of her shirt. Slowly, deliberately, he began to lift it, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of the smooth, silky skin beneath. She didn't protest, didn't try to stop him. No, she wanted this as much as he did, her body singing with the same desperate need that consumed him.
He didn't bother asking permission, knowing it was unnecessary. He could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way she arched into his touch. She was his, and he would take what was his.
With a swift, decisive motion, he whipped her shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight of her, his gaze raking over her half-naked form with a hunger that bordered on reverent.
There she lay, a vision of feminine perfection, her ample breasts encased in the delicate lace of her bra. A bra that, like everything else about her, seemed to have been made just for him. He could not look away, could not tear his gaze from the exquisite beauty before him.
She was a woman he had grown accustomed to, a woman who understood him like no other. A woman who had become his everything, his reason, his obsession. She was his dog, his plaything, his treasure. And he would enjoy every single moment of possessing her, of owning her, of claiming her as his own
Kaiser's hands found their destined home as he deftly unfastened the hook of Y/n's bra, the last flimsy barrier between them falling away. With a sense of purpose, he peeled the delicate lace away, revealing the glorious expanse of her breasts to his hungry gaze.
He stood there, admiring her, drinking in the breathtaking sight of her upper body laid bare before him. Her breasts were perfect, full and ripe, begging to be touched, to be worshipped. And touch them he did, his large hands finding their way to cup the soft, pliant flesh, his fingers sinking into the giving softness.
"Y/n..." he murmured, his voice rough with desire and awe, "you're fucking beautiful." His eyes raked over her body, taking in every dip and curve, committing every inch to memory. She was a work of art, a goddess, a vision of pure feminine perfection.
Unable to resist, he brushed his thumb over the peak of her nipple, watching as it puckered and tightened at his touch. A breathy, needful grunt spilled from Y/n's lips, a sound that went straight to his groin, stoking the flames of his desire.
Kaiser grinned, a fierce, possessive grin of pure male satisfaction. He had power over her, absolute control, and he reveled in it. He could make her feel, make her react, make her crave. And he loved every single second of it.
His lips crashed against hers once more, his kiss aggressive, demanding, conquering. His tongue delved into her mouth, sliding against hers, stroking, tasting, claiming. He drank down her moans, her whimpers, her cries of pleasure, each one fueling the inferno that raged within him.
As he plundered her mouth, his thumb continued its assault on her sensitive nipple, rolling and pinching, tugging and teasing. Her body bowed off the bed, arching into his touch, silently begging for more. And more he would give her, more he would take from her. He would have her begging, pleading, screaming his name until it was the only word she knew, the only prayer on her lips.
Kaiser's hand blazed a trail of fire down Y/n's torso, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. The heat of his touch contrasted deliciously with the cool air of the room, sending shivers of pleasure racing down her spine. She arched into his caress, a breathy moan escaping her lips at the exquisite sensation.
His hand found the waistband of her pants, and with a decisive tug, he gripped the fabric, his intent clear. But before he could act on it, his mouth tore away from hers, leaving her lips feeling suddenly bereft and cold. A needful whimper escaped her at the loss, her body aching for his touch, his warmth.
But that whimper quickly turned into a loud, wanton moan as Kaiser's lips found the sensitive skin of her neck. He nipped and sucked at the delicate flesh, leaving a trail of marks, of bruises, of brands. He was claiming her, marking her, making her his in the most primal way possible.
His mouth trailed lower, over the swell of her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. And then, without warning or hesitation, he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he began to suck.
A sharp cry tore from Y/n's throat, her back bowing off the bed as pleasure exploded through her. Instinctively, she clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the shameless sounds of her desire. But that action only served to anger Kaiser, to spark a fierce surge of irritation within him.
His mouth released her nipple with a lewd pop, the sound echoing obscenely in the charged air of the room. His eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he glared down at her, his tone shifting from seductive to harsh in an instant.
"Who told you to cover your fucking mouth, huh?" he growled, his voice a low, threatening rumble. "You think you're being loud? I'll make you even fucking louder." His smirk returned, wider and more wicked than before, a promise of pleasure bordering on pain. He meant every word, and she would feel the weight of his intent in every kiss, every touch, every breathless cry that tore from her throat.
Kaiser's hand shifted, his fingers finding the button of Y/n's pants with unerring accuracy. With a deft flick of his wrist, he unbuttoned the fabric, the sound of the release echoing in the charged air. Without hesitation, without giving her a moment to catch her breath, he tore the pants down her legs, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
And there she lay, a debauched vision in the dim light of the room, clad in only her soaked panties. The damp stain was unmistakable, a testament to her arousal, her desire, her desperate need. Kaiser felt a fierce surge of pride, of possessiveness, knowing that he was the sole reason for her current state. He had done this to her, had brought her to this point of desperation, and he would revel in every moment of it.
His eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of exposed skin, lingering on the damp patch that darkened her panties. They were wild, crazed with a lust that bordered on madness. In the dimness of the room, Y/n could see the aura of desire swirling in their depths, could feel the weight of his gaze boring into her very soul.
"Already wet, huh?" he growled, his voice a low, rough rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "And you weren't even fully naked." His finger hooked into the band of her panties, the flimsy fabric stretching taut against her skin.
Slowly, torturously, he began to pull them down, the action agonizing in its deliberate slowness. He was teasing her, keeping her waiting, denying her the pleasure she so desperately craved. His eyes never left hers, watching as her body squirmed beneath his touch, watching as she fought the urge to beg, to plead, to demand.
The sheets crumpled beneath Y/n's gripping fingers, the fabric twisting and bunching as she clung to them in desperation. Her hips lifted off the bed, seeking more of his touch, craving the relief only he could give her.
"Kaiser..." she whined, her voice high and breathless, a sound of pure, unadulterated need. "Don't tease me like that. Just...fuck, hurry up." It was a plea, a desperate, wanton plea for him to take her.
Kaiser's lips curled into a wicked smirk at Y/n's desperate plea, a sound of pure, unadulterated need. He chuckled, a low, dark sound that rumbled through his chest, as he continued his tortuous descent, his fingers toying with the delicate fabric of her panties.
"Teasing?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, "I'm just getting you ready for what's to come." With a final, sharp tug, he peeled the soaked fabric down her thighs, the cool air kissing her overheated skin as he exposed her fully to his hungry gaze.
Y/n shivered, her body instinctively trying to close, to hide, to protect her most intimate place. But Kaiser was having none of it. His hand clamped around her knee, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he forced her legs apart, baring her glistening sex to his appreciative eyes.
"Don't you dare," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "You're not allowed to hide from me, Y/n. Not now, not ever." His gaze raked over her dripping folds, taking in the sight of her arousal, the proof of her desire. He could barely contain himself, barely restrain the primal urge to bury himself inside her heat and claim her, ruin her, make her his.
Unable to resist any longer, he traced a teasing finger over her clit, circling the sensitive nub, feeling it throb and pulse beneath his touch. Y/n squirmed beneath him, her hips lifting, seeking more, craving more. She was at his mercy, completely under his control, a puppet dancing on the strings of his desire.
A throaty grunt escaped Kaiser's lips as he felt her wetness coat his finger, her body welcoming him, inviting him inside. Without warning, he plunged his finger deep into her tight, clutching heat, a loud, wanton moan tearing from Y/n's throat as she arched beneath him.
"Fuck, Y/n," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, of not taking her right then and there. "You're so fucking tight. So fucking perfect." He pumped his finger in and out of her, feeling her walls flutter and clench around the invading digit, her body instinctively trying to draw him deeper, to keep him inside her.
Kaiser's fingers continued their relentless assault on Y/n's dripping core, plunging in and out of her tight, clasping heat. The obscene sound of his digits pumping through her slick arousal filled the room, a lewd symphony of their coupling. He could feel her velvety walls gripping him, fluttering, clenching, as if trying to keep him inside her.
"So fucking tight," he breathed out, his voice rough with desire and appreciation. Unable to resist the urge to feel more of her, he forced a second finger into her tight channel, stretching her, filling her, claiming her. His long, skilled fingers reached that sweet spot deep inside her, the one that made her see stars, that made her cry out in ecstasy.
Y/n's moans filled the air, a beautiful, erotic melody that sang to Kaiser's soul. Each pleasured sound she made, each whimper and mewl, only spurred him on, making him want to wring more from her, to make her scream his name until it was the only word she knew.
"Fuck-Kaiser you're still clothed â" Y/n managed to gasp out between the waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her voice was high, breathless, a sound of frustration and longing.
Kaiser paused, his fingers still buried deep inside her, as his gaze flicked over his own body. She was right, of course. While she lay bare and exposed beneath him, he was still clothed, still covered in the layers of fabric that separated his skin from hers.
A small, mocking laugh left his lips as he met her gaze, his eyes glinting with amusement and dark promise. "You want to see me naked too, hmm?" he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Consider it a reward for being so good."
Kaiser's hands gripped the hem of his undershirt and jersey, the fabric stretching taut against his broad shoulders. With a swift, decisive movement, he peeled them both off in one go, tossing them carelessly to the floor. His chest was a work of art, each muscle sculpted and defined, the hard planes and ridges a testament to years of discipline and training. In the dim light of the room, Y/n could see every contour, every line, the way his skin seemed to glow as if illuminated by an otherworldly source.
Next, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and socks, shimmying them down his powerful legs with an ease that spoke of long practice. His cleats were already discarded, left forgotten by the door, and now the rest of his lower half was bared to Y/n's hungry gaze.
Y/n's eyes raked over his body, taking in every inch of exposed skin, every toned muscle that rippled beneath the surface. He looked ethereal, a god made flesh, a king sitting upon his throne. She could hardly believe that such a perfect specimen of manhood existed outside of myth and legend.
Her gaze traveled down, over the defined lines of his abdomen, the V-lines that disappeared teasingly into the waistband of his boxers. The only fabric left, the last barrier between her and his complete nudity. She could see the bulge of his arousal straining against the confines of his underwear, could feel the heat of his desire radiating off him in waves.
Y/nâs eyes widened, her mouth hanging at the sight of him, at the promise of what was to come. She ached to touch him, to run her hands over his skin, to feel the power coiled in his muscles. She wanted to worship him, to make him feel as good as he made her feel.
But more than that, she needed him. Needed to feel his skin against hers, needed to be filled, claimed, owned by him completely. She was already naked, already bared to him in every way possible. It wasn't fair that he still had one last scrap of clothing separating them.
Kaiser chuckled, a low, rich sound that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against Y/n's skin. He reveled in the effect he had on her, the way her eyes widened and darkened with desire as they roamed over his naked form. It was a heady feeling, knowing that he could reduce her to this state, could make her crave him with such desperate intensity.
"C'mon, don't tell me you're nervous now?" he teased, his body crawling over hers, his hands coming to rest on her thighs. He held himself up, his muscular arms flexing with the effort, as he gazed down at her with a wicked, mocking grin.
His palms began to rub up and down her thighs, the rough skin of his hands a delicious contrast to the smoothness of her own. Y/n bit back a whimper as he intentional brushed over her sensitive clit, the fleeting touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.
"Nervous? You're funny," she scoffed, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as her body betrayed her true feelings. Kaiser raised an eyebrow at her bravado, a smirk playing about his lips.
"In a situation like this, it's not very smart to talk back," he murmured, his voice a low, warning rumble. But Y/n could see the glint of amusement in his eyes, could tell that he enjoyed the back-and-forth, the challenge.
She glared up at him, her chin set at a defiant angle even as her heart raced in her chest. As much as she tried to deny it, Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at being at the mercy of this powerful, dominant man. The power dynamic between them thrilled her in a way she had never experienced before.
"Let's continue, yeah?" Kaiser murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing promise of a kiss. Y/n's breath hitched in her throat, her body arching up towards him, seeking more of his touch, more of his heat.
She knew she should be nervous, should be intimidated by the raw power and hunger she saw in his eyes. But instead, she felt a corresponding surge of desire, a need to meet his passion with her own. She wanted to see how far they could push each other, wanted to explore the depths of pleasure and ecstasy.
Y/n let out a small grunt, her body trembling with anticipation and need as Kaiser's hands continued their sensual exploration of her curves. The kiss deepened, adding fuel to the fire that raged within her, stoking the flames of her desire until she felt they might consume her entirely.
She could feel the knot forming in her lower belly, the ache of emptiness that could only be filled by one thing. By him. By Kaiser. She needed him inside her, needed to feel his hard length stretching her, claiming her, completing her.
"Kaiser..." she breathed out, the name falling from her lips like a prayer, a plea. She was drowning in sensation, in the heat and hardness of his body pressing against her own, and she needed an anchor, needed something to tether her to reality.
Kaiser broke the kiss, his eyes dark and hungry as he leaned back. His hands fiddled with the waistband of his boxers, and Y/n eagerly sat up, wanting to see, needing to witness the final reveal. She had to know, had to see all of him, had to drink in the sight of Kaiser in all his naked glory.
"Eager are we?" he lowly chuckled, a smirk playing about his lips as he slowly, teasingly, began to tug down his underwear. Inch by torturous inch, he revealed the base of his cock, and Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.
She gulped as more of his impressive length was revealed, the thick veins and ridges clearly visible, the hard flesh throbbing with his arousal. He was so big, so much bigger than she had imagined, and the sight of him made her mouth water and her core clench with need.
Kaiser kicked his boxers away, tossing them carelessly to the floor. And then he was climbing over her, his naked body covering her own, his hard length pressing against her lower belly. She could feel the heat of him, the weight and power of him, and it made her feel small and feminine and desperately, achingly empty.
"You want this just as bad as I do, right?" Kaiser asked, his voice a low, rough murmur. His hand rested on the dip of her hip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh possessively.
"Yes... I want it just as bad," Y/n confirmed, her voice breathless and high with need.
Y/n let out a guttural moan as Kaiser's thick, hard length speared into her, filling her in one powerful thrust. Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she was stretched and filled and claimed completely. The suddenness of it stole her breath, left her gasping and panting, her lungs burning for air.
"Oh god, Kaiser!" she cried out, her voice a mix of surprise, pleasure and need. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of him pulsing inside her, stretching her walls to their limit. It was almost too much, almost painfully intense, but she never wanted it to end.
Kaiser groaned, a deep, low sound that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against Y/n's skin. He threw his head back, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on his face as he savored the feel of Y/n's tight, wet heat enveloping his aching cock. Her walls gripped him like a vice, fluttering and clenching around his shaft, as if trying to draw him even deeper.
He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. It grounded him, anchored him, kept him from losing himself completely in the overwhelming pleasure of finally being inside her.
"Ready, Y/n?" Kaiser asked, his voice a low, rough rasp. He tilted his head down to meet her gaze, a wicked smirk playing about his lips as he took in the sight of her flushed cheeks, the sweat drops dotting her forehead, the red hue spreading across her skin.
Y/n could only nod, too lost in sensation to form words. But Kaiser wanted more, wanted to hear her say it, to give voice to her desire.
"I told you I needed words, didn't I?" he huffed, his tone a mix of teasing and demand. His lips moved to the side of Y/n's neck, his warm breath ghosting over her skin, making her shiver and tremble beneath him.
"Yes Kaiser," Y/n breathed out, her voice a needful whimper. "Yes, I'm ready. Please, please..." She didn't even know what she was begging for, only that she needed more. More of him, more of this, more of everything.
Kaiser grinned down at Y/n, his eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and dark promise. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "I'll have you bowing down to me soon enough, like the needy little peasant you are, Y/n."
He rocked his hips back, his hard length sliding out of her dripping sex until only the tip remained nestled inside. Y/n whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her walls clenching around the head of his cock, trying to keep him inside. But Kaiser was having none of that. With a sharp grin, he slammed back into her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Y/n cried out loud moans, the sound tearing from her throat as pleasure bordered on pain. Tears sprang to her eyes, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming her. Kaiser groaned, a low, guttural sound that spoke of his own pleasure and need. Her walls were so tight, gripping him like a velvet vise, the wet heat of her sex coating his shaft, making the glide easier even as it clenched and fluttered around him.
He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. The room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, with Y/n's needful cries and Kaiser's harsh grunts and groans. He was taking her hard, claiming her, marking her, staking his ownership of her body and soul.
"Fuck, Y/n," Kaiser growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake. "You feel fucking incredible. So fucking tight and wet and perfect."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, his voice a low, dark murmur. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. No one else will ever make you feel this good, will ever fuck you like I can. You're mine now, Y/n. My perfect little toy to use as I please."
Kaiser punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his hips against hers, his pelvis pressing against her sensitive clit. Y/n keened, a high, breathless sound of pure pleasure, her body arching up to meet his.
Kaiser growled in feral satisfaction as Y/n wrapped her legs around him, giving him an even deeper, clearer angle to plunge into her. His hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, each powerful thrust striking that perfect spot deep inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
"Fuck, Y/n!" Kaiser groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Scream for me, let me hear how good it feels. Fucking scream my name!"
His movements grew more intense, more demanding, the force of his thrusts shaking the bed beneath them. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their escalating moans and cries. Kaiser was relentless, pounding into Y/n with a single-minded focus on her pleasure and his own.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Kaiser grunted, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, no doubt leaving vivid bruises in their wake. "Your cunt is gripping my cock like it never wants to let me go. Fuck, I can feel you throbbing around me, begging for more."
He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, his teeth sinking into the tender skin. "That's it, take it all like a good little slut. Take every fucking inch of my cock. This is what you were made for, Y/n. To be a warm, wet hole for me to use as I please."
Kaiser punctuated his filthy words with a sharp, brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis against Y/n's clit, the rough friction sending bolts of electricity zinging up her spine. Y/n could only scream, could only let the pleasure consume her as Kaiser fucked her with wild abandon, chasing their mutual release with single-minded intensity.
Y/n's nails raked down Kaiser's back, leaving red lines of pleasure-pain in their wake. She couldn't help but claw at him, needed an anchor, something to ground her as the intense sensations threatened to sweep her away. It felt too good, too overwhelming, too much like drowning in a sea of ecstasy.
Tears streamed down her face, pouring from her eyes as her body trembled and quaked beneath Kaiser's relentless assault. She could feel the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter, the knot of pleasure growing bigger, more insistent with each passing second.
"Kaiser... I'm close," Y/n managed to whimper out between ragged breaths and broken moans. Her voice was high, thready, a needful keen that spoke of her impending release.
Kaiser could only nod, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes dark and wild as he gazed down at Y/n. He was close too, teetering on the edge of his own climax, the pleasure gripping him like a vice. But he pushed through it, determined to bring Y/n to the heights of bliss before seeking his own.
"Almost there," Kaiser grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy, his rhythm faltering as he chased their shared release. He was enjoying this, reveling in the way Y/n's body squeezed and fluttered around him, the way her cries of pleasure filled the air.
A few more deep, powerful thrusts, and then Y/n was coming undone. Her head tipped back, her eyes rolling up in sheer bliss, her body convulsing beneath Kaiser as her orgasm crashed over her. Her fluids gushed out around his pistoning cock, coating him, dripping down onto the sheets.
Kaiser couldn't hold back any longer. With a hoarse cry of Y/n's name, he pulled out just as his own climax hit him like a freight train. His seed erupted from his cock, painting Y/n's lower abdomen with thick, hot ropes of his release. He shuddered and groaned, his body jerking with the force of his intense orgasm.
Heavy breaths lingered in the still air, the only sound that filled the space between them. Both of them were still catching their breath, their bodies spent from the intensity of what had just transpired. The silence was almost deafening, yet neither of them seemed to want to break it.
Kaiser finally collapsed onto the side of the bed, his body sinking into the soft sheets with a low exhale. "Fuck..." he muttered, his voice strained, and his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart.
Y/n remained still, her own chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, her thoughts swirling as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind that had just unfolded. It had happened so quickly, so intensely, that she felt as though she couldnât fully grasp the reality of it. She hadnât expected to feel this... overwhelmed.
Her gaze drifted to him. Kaiserâs bare chest heaved up and down, glistening slightly in the dim light of the room, his usual arrogance softened for the moment. There was something about the vulnerability in his expression now, the way his sharp features seemed more relaxed, that struck her in a way she hadnât anticipated. She hadnât expected to see this side of him, especially not after everything they had shared.
Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes locking with his. His blue gaze met hers, intense and burning with a quiet intensity that made her heart flutter unexpectedly. There was a flicker of something deeper in those eyesâsomething she hadnât seen before. He smirked then, though it wasnât his usual cocky grin. It was different, softer. âDidnât know you had it in you, Y/n,â he teased, his voice low and husky.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldnât look away from him. The way the light caught his face, the way his features softened in the aftermath of their connectionâit made her breath catch in her throat. Kaiser, with all his arrogance and power, looked... beautiful in that moment. Vulnerable, almost raw. She hadnât expected to see him this way, and yet it pulled something in her that she couldnât deny.
There was something about the way he lay there, his body still warm and flushed, his chest rising and falling in time with hers. The silence between them was heavy, charged, and it made her feel like she was caught between two worldsâone where she was just the journalist trying to uncover the truth, and the other where the truth had just shifted in ways she didnât fully understand.
Kaiser, too, felt it. His heart thudded in his chest, though it wasnât out of anger or frustration this time. No, this felt... different. Her presence, her eyes on him, it was like nothing heâd ever experienced. A quiet ache settled in his chest, but it wasnât a painful one. It was almost as if his heart was beating in rhythm with hers, and he couldnât remember the last time heâd felt something so... real.
Kaiser couldnât afford to lose focus now. His goal was clear, his mind set. He was going to make Y/n break before him, piece by piece. Like shards of glass, he would walk over her, feeling the satisfying crunch of her resolve shattering under his weight. She had become a challenge, a puzzle he had every intention of solving in his own twisted way.
He needed to see her bow to him, to crumble under the weight of his control. She had become nothing more than a pawn in his gameâan object he could manipulate at will, a doll to be twisted and molded. But all dolls, no matter how beautiful, eventually lost their shine. They aged, wore down, and lost the spark that made them desirable. And like any owner of such a toy, he would discard her when she no longer served a purpose. He would use herâhold her close, make her his submissive, obedient lover. He would keep her under his thumb until there was nothing left of her but a hollow shell of the woman she once was.
That was his goal. And it was all that mattered right now. But as he watched her, there was something nagging at himâa strange pull he couldnât ignore. Something flickered in the depths of his chest, unsettling him for a brief moment. But he pushed it down quickly. No distractions.
What about Y/n? What was *her* goal?Â
Y/nâs goal was far different. She hadnât forgotten what had brought her hereâwhat had driven her to this point. The truth. The elusive truth that seemed buried beneath his walls. She would get it. No matter what it took, she would uncover the man behind the mask. Even if it meant breaking him. Even if it meant pushing him to the very edge of himself.Â
She couldnât let herself falter. She had promised herself she would get the truth, no matter the cost. She knew it wouldnât be easy, but it was worth it.Â
However, deep down, she understood that it might be more complicated than she had first imagined. Kaiser was unpredictable, dangerous, and far more manipulative than she had given him credit for. But she had to try. She had to push forward. Even if she was playing with fire, even if it burned her in the process. It was the only way she would ever get to the heart of who Kaiser really was.
And as their paths collided, both of them were on the edge of something neither was fully prepared for.
Who knows, she might just get lucky.
She had already gathered enough intelâenough pieces of Kaiser's carefully constructed persona to build a story. More than enough to expose him, to rip the mask off and unveil the ruthless, complicated man he really was. A paper revealing his true nature would make wavesâshe was certain of that. Every word, every detail she had gathered felt like a potential key to unlock the final truths he was so desperate to hide.Â
But that night, that moment of intimacy, what did it really mean? Did the sex they shared mean nothing in the grand scheme of things? Were they just swept away in the heat of the moment? Maybe it was just an impulse for both of them. Or maybe, it was something moreâbut right now, neither of them cared enough to dwell on it.
It wasnât on the top of their priorities. Not now.Â
For Kaiser, the goal was simple: to mold her into another loyal, subservient piece in his world. A filthy dog, obedient and at his beck and call. He wanted to control her, twist her into something he could possessâjust like he had done with so many before her. He was used to having people bow to him, obey him, and now, Y/n was no different. The power struggle had only just begun.
But for Y/n, her focus was fixed elsewhere. She wasnât concerned with the intricacies of his twisted games or his domineering desires. She cared only about one thingâgetting the truth. The real man beneath the arrogance, the lies, the carefully constructed walls. The truth that had always been just out of reach. She wasnât afraid to push him, to break through those defenses. She would squeeze the truth out of him, no matter how much she had to endure. That was the prize she sought, the only thing that mattered in this dangerous dance they were caught in.
Both of them had their objectives. And neither of them would stop until they achieved them.
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The grip around his phone tightened as a searing sense of disbelief coursed through him. How? How had this happened? How had sheâ*she*âmanaged to slip from his grasp, just when he thought he had her fully under control?Â
That night... it should have been the turning point, the moment he solidified his hold over her. Didn't she already prove her loyalty to him? Didnât she beg for more, didnât she give in to him in a way that made her his, body and soul? Hadn't he already made her submit, wrapping her around his finger like it was nothing?
So what had changed? What had shifted in that brief moment, in the aftermath of all that power he had over her?Â
Kaiserâs heart dropped in his chest. His eyes burned as they scanned the article before him. Reading those words felt like a punch to the gut, a reminder of everything he had fought so hard to bury. The words werenât just an attackâthey were a mirror, showing him the parts of himself heâd rather stay hidden. The article, no doubt penned by her, exposed everything: his drive for perfection, the way he had always lived in the shadow of his fatherâs expectations, the years of feeling like second-best in his own home.Â
His teeth clenched so tightly it hurt. He wasnât just angryâhe was furious. But it wasnât only anger that churned in his stomach. There was a gnawing anxiety, a sickening feeling that perhaps he hadnât been as in control as he thought. The walls he had so carefully constructed were beginning to crumble, and there was no one to blame but himself.
He glanced back down at his phone, his eyes scanning the title again, as though hoping he had misread it. But no. The words were still there, mocking him. *"THE TRUTH ABOUT THE FAMOUS MICHAEL KAISER HAS BEEN REVEALED!?"*
The question mark seemed to echo in his mind. How could she have done this? How had she pulled it off?Â
His world, carefully crafted and meticulously managed, was unraveling. And Y/n was the one holding the thread.
How had she gotten her hands on this? The question drilled into Kaiserâs mind as he racked his brain, trying to piece together the only possible answers. The only time he had opened up, the only time he had let his guard downâwas that night on the football pitch.Â
That night, when everything had slipped from his grasp.
He had confided in her, exposed pieces of himself that he kept hidden from the world. His anger, his frustration, the deep-rooted pain that had been festering for yearsâhe had told her everything.Â
And now, this? This betrayal? It was too much. His body tensed, muscles straining with fury as his veins popped, bulging out of his forearms and neck, as his grip tightened around his phone.
"Ill fucking kill her," he muttered under his breath, the words dripping with venom.
Ness, who had been nearby, instinctively stepped closer, sensing the shift in Kaiserâs mood. His voice came out in a shaky whisper, filled with concern. "Kaiser? Thereâs no need... just try to relax. Weâll figure out another solutionâ"
"Relax?" A dark chuckle rumbled from Kaiserâs throat, a sound that sent a chill down Ness's spine. Kaiserâs head tilted to meet his gaze, the look in his eyes sharp and cold. "Are you out of your mind, Ness?" His voice was thick with menace.
Ness swallowed hard, his throat dry. He knew better than most what happened when Kaiser was pushed too farâheâd seen the chaos, the destruction. Kaiser was a force, and when his anger was unleashed, there was no telling where it would go.
Kaiser scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter. Without sparing Ness another glance, he tore his gaze away and stared down at the phone once more, fury burning in his chest. "Iâm going to find her," he muttered, his tone deadly quiet.
Nessâs eyes widened, panic rising in his throat. "Kaiser, I donât think thatâs a good idea..." His voice faltered, and he took a half-step back, fear flooding his veins.
"Who are you to tell me, Ness?" Kaiser snapped, his voice rising with barely contained rage. The words shot out of his throat, thick with anger as he glared at the other man.Â
Ness stood still, his jaw clenched. He knew better than to argue with Kaiser when he was in this stateâknew that continuing to push would only escalate the situation. So, he remained silent, his eyes dropping to the floor as he chose not to provoke the storm any further.
Kaiserâs footsteps were the only sound filling the room as he turned and stormed off. The sound of the door slamming behind him made Ness flinch, the sharp noise echoing through the still air.
Kaiser was gone.Â
And Ness knew, without a doubt, that he wouldnât be coming back until he got the answers he was looking for.
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It took less than thirty minutes for him to find her.Â
For once, he didnât have to track her down, didnât need to follow her every move. She just happened to appear right there, walking down the same pavement he was on. It almost felt like fate had thrown him a bone.Â
His eyes burned with fury as he locked onto her figure ahead. Every step he took toward her was driven by rage, and as soon as he spotted her, he didnât hesitate. No pause. No second thoughts. He moved toward her with a single-minded purpose.
âYou.â Kaiserâs voice sliced through the tense air, thick with irritation, as his glare locked onto her.Â
Y/n could feel itâthe suffocating heat of his anger, seeping through the space between them like a storm ready to burst. His eyes were hard, his body tense, every fiber of him radiating fury. Yet, she stood her ground, her posture unyielding. This confrontation had been inevitable.Â
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â he snapped, his teeth gritting with each word, voice tight with barely contained rage.
âMy problem?â Y/nâs lips twitched into an almost dismissive smile. âIâm just doing my job,â she said coolly, as if it wasnât painfully obvious.Â
âYour stupid job? You exposed me for what, a paycheck? To get some cheap satisfaction?â Kaiserâs words were now laced with venom, his anger flaring hotter with each second.
Y/nâs expression didnât flicker. She was already too familiar with his temper, too accustomed to his threats. âLook, Kaiser,â she replied, her voice low but unwavering, âI know all about your little games. I know what kind of man you really are. Hell, I know who you are beneath that shiny mask you wear.â
A flash of something dark flickered in Kaiserâs eyes. His jaw clenched, and he took a step forward, his presence looming. âYou donât know shit about me, Y/n,â he growled, his voice thick with barely-contained rage.
Y/n tilted her head, studying him with an almost clinical detachment. âYouâre right. I donât. And thatâs exactly why I only took what you revealed to me.â She met his gaze head-on, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a challenge. âEverything in that article? It came from you.âÂ
Kaiserâs fist clenched at his side, his breath coming in sharp bursts, but she didnât flinch. She wasnât afraid of himâat least, not in the way he thought.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white as the surge of anger built within him. "That was only a moment of weakness you found me in," Kaiser muttered, his tone sharp.
"A moment of weakness that revealed things about you," Y/n replied, her voice softer now, almost contemplative.Â
Her words hit him harder than he cared to admit. She was right, and he hated it. In his moment of vulnerability, he had let down his guard, exposing himself in ways he never should have. How could he have been so stupid, so careless? He cursed himself inwardly. He had been weak, and now she had a foothold. She knew something about himâsomething raw, something real. And it unsettled him in a way nothing else had before.Â
But what bothered him even more was how she acted like she had him all figured out. Her calm demeanor, the way she looked at him, like she saw right through himâit drove him mad. She wasnât close to understanding him, not even remotely. She didnât know the real him, not the one hidden under the mask.Â
A small, bitter laugh escaped his lips. It was laced with annoyance, and it made Y/n raise an eyebrow, her gaze scrutinizing him.
"You use my vulnerability for some story, huh?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Just how pathetic are you?"
There was a flash of something deeper in his chestâa feeling of betrayal, but he couldnât fully grasp it. It wasnât just about the article, not really. No, there was more to it. It was the way she had used him, or so he thought. She had caught him at a weak moment and now she was going to expose it, turning his own pain into her narrative.Â
Kaiser had always been in control, and now, in this moment, he felt the balance shift. He thought he had her right where he wanted herâon the verge of submission, ready to fall into his trap. But instead, she had found something he didnât want her to see, something he wasnât prepared to face.
For the first time, it felt like he was the one on the edge of losing control.
Kaiser stood there, his mind a storm of confusion and anger. His voice, though low, was laced with a tinge of vulnerability as he asked, "Did that night mean something to you?"
Y/nâs eyes widened at the unexpected question. She hadnât anticipated him bringing this upânow of all times, in the middle of this confrontation. She could feel the tension thickening around them, and yet, she couldnât avoid the truth. Her heart hammered in her chest as she struggled to find the words.
Did it mean something to her? As much as she hated to admit it... yes, it did. The more she replayed the night in her mind, the clearer it became. It wasnât just the rivalry, nor was it the way he always seemed to have her figured out. It was everything.Â
She wasnât sure when it started. Maybe it had grown out of the rivalry that once burned between them, or perhaps it was the way he would always read her so easily, effortlessly. But what mattered now was that she had become attached to him, in a way she hadnât expected.
That nightâwhen they were in the same bed, the space between them so much more intimate than she had ever imaginedâshe realized just how much she had been paying attention to him. His every movement, every shift, every detail. She noticed things about him, things she hadnât before. Small things, subtle things that made her chest tighten with an unfamiliar ache.
And then there was his tattoo.Â
The tattoo that stood out against his skin like a piece of art carved into his very identity. A blue rose, delicate yet fierce, wrapped in thorns that traced down his arm, curving around to the back of his hand where a crown rested. The crown, like a symbol of his reign over everything around him, contrasted sharply with the softness of the rose.Â
The sight of it, the way it seemed to represent both his vulnerability and his strength, lingered in her mind. That tattooâso personal, so tellingâwas a glimpse into the layers of Kaiser she hadnât even begun to fully understand. Yet it was there, in plain sight, a quiet reminder of the complexities he hid beneath his cold exterior.Â
She looked at him now, knowing she couldnât lie to herself anymore. Yes, that night meant somethingâmore than she was willing to admit, even to herself.
Y/n took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his, her words carefully chosen as they left her lips. "Yes, it did," she answered earnestly, her voice steady yet carrying a weight of sincerity. Her gaze never faltered from his, willing him to see the truth in her eyes.
Kaiser's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. It did? He couldnât fathom it. If she truly felt that way, then whyâwhyâhad she exposed him like that? Why had she published that article, revealing everything heâd worked so hard to keep hidden? The confusion in his chest twisted into something darker.Â
He was about to speak, to demand answers, but Y/n continued, her voice cutting through the tension that had built up between them.
"But itâs not in the way you think, Kaiser."Â
Her words pierced the air, leaving him on edge. Kaiser stiffened, his body language tense, every fiber of his being urging him to press for more. What did she mean by that?
He couldnât understand. All this time, he had been convinced that the only reason she was with him, or even had any interest in him, was for the story. He had thought she saw him as nothing more than a subject to uncover, a mystery to be exploited. And yet, here she was, admitting that night had meant somethingâbut not the way he had assumed.
Y/nâs eyes narrowed slightly, but instead of answering, she turned the question back on him. "What about you, Kaiser? Did that night mean anything to you?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his earlier fury simmering beneath the surface, but something about her tone made him hesitate. What was she trying to say?
Kaiser didn't speak; instead, he waited, his expression a mask of impatience mixed with genuine curiosity.
Kaiserâs mind raced, the question hitting him harder than he expected. Did that night mean anything to him? He furrowed his brows, his gaze shifting as if trying to find the words that had evaded him.Â
He had always prided himself on controlling his emotions, on keeping everything locked down tight. Yet, in that moment, with Y/n's eyes locked onto his, he felt something stirring inside of himâsomething unfamiliar, something foreign.
The dream, the one where Y/n was just another piece in his game, where she would bow to him, would surrender, was still there. But beneath that, there was something else. A fleeting warmth that he couldnât quite grasp. Something about that night had been different.Â
He felt it in the way her gaze softened when she spoke to him, in the way her touch lingered, in the way her presence seemed to affect him more than he cared to admit.Â
He glanced away briefly, his mind racing, trying to piece together what it was that bothered him. The control, the power he always soughtâit was still there, but it was almost overshadowed by... something else. Something he couldnât quite define.Â
And that, above all else, frustrated him. Because he didnât like feeling unsure. He didn't like being caught off guard, especially not by someone like Y/n.
Her question hung in the air, and for a moment, he didn't speak. Instead, he watched her, trying to decipher her expression. What did she want him to say? Did she want him to admit that he felt something more than just the fantasy?Â
But he couldnât admit thatânot yet, not to her.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost guarded. "It meant something... but not the way you think." His words mirrored hers, but there was a tension in his tone that didnât match the certainty in hers.Â
It was her turn now to see through him, to decide if she believed himâor if he was lying to himself.
Kaiserâs gaze never left her, his eyes scanning her face as if trying to find some answer in her expression. He couldnât help but notice the way her eyes caught the dim light, how they seemed to shimmer in the shadows. He noticed the way her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, slightly tousled, as if she hadnât been paying attention to how she looked at all. Her breath matched his, slow and steady, but there was an underlying tension, a shift between them that was too subtle to ignore.
It frustrated him to no end that he couldnât put a name to what he felt. It wasnât like him. He was used to knowing exactly what he wanted, used to controlling every aspect of his life. But herâY/nâshe was the only thing that made him feel off balance, like a puzzle he couldnât solve.Â
He had always dismissed her as just another person in his orbit, someone who was part of the game. But now, it was different. He could no longer ignore the small details, the things he had overlooked beforeâthe softness of her gaze, the way she stood, the way she carried herself.Â
He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away. This wasnât about that. Not yet, anyway.Â
To answer her question, he still wasnât sure what he felt, and maybe he didnât want to admit it. He couldnât afford toâhe needed control, always. So, he deflected. "I don't know. Probably not," he muttered, his voice quieter now, the anger from before beginning to dissipate.
Y/nâs eyes flickered, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of somethingâdisappointment, maybe. But it was gone before he could fully register it. She nodded, her hands resting at her sides, and let out a soft breath. "Thatâs expected," she replied, her voice calm, almost detached.
That simple acknowledgmentâher acceptance of the situationâstirred something inside him, a flicker of irritation that seemed to rise again. She knew how to push his buttons, how to make him feel small even when she was being neutral.Â
His frustration came rushing back, the old anger bubbling up inside him. "But that still doesnât answer why you published that story about me," he snapped, his tone sharp now, his eyes narrowing in challenge.Â
Her gaze didnât waver, and he hated that. She wasnât giving him the satisfaction of seeing her falter. She was too composed, too in control. But that only made him want answers more.
Kaiserâs eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense, almost burning with frustration. She wasnât backing down. She hadnât given him a single shred of an answer that would satisfy him, and it infuriated him even more. She wasnât budging, wasnât cracking under the pressure. She just stood there, unwavering, as if his anger meant nothing.
He let out a frustrated huff, his jaw clenched. She was still sticking to the same tired excuse, and he hated it. âThatâs bullshit,â he growled, his fists clenching at his sides.
Y/n sighed, her gaze shifting slightly as if she were trying to stay calm in the midst of his rising fury. She was tired of this back and forth too, but she wouldnât give in. Not to him.
âLook, Kaiser, if youâre looking for someone to blame, itâs you,â she shot back, her voice steady, but tinged with something sharper now. âYou let me in. Whether you meant to or not, you did. The truth isnât a betrayalâitâs the one thing youâre too scared to face.â
Her words stung, and Kaiser could feel his anger flaring up again, more intense this time. âLike hell it is,â he snapped, his body moving towards her as if he couldnât contain the boiling fury inside him anymore. His bangs fell over his eyes as he took another step forward, his proximity almost suffocating.Â
She was calm, too calm, and it grated on him. He wasnât about to let this slide, not without getting something more out of her. He was done with the charade, the bullshit. âDo you not have decency? I know thereâs another reason, so stop bullshitting and just get out with it,â he demanded, his voice low and threatening.
Her expression didnât falter, but something flickered behind her eyesâa flicker of defiance, a spark of something more. But it was fleeting.
The fire inside him flared higher, threatening to consume him whole. He wanted to break her composure, make her reveal something, anything that would give him control again.Â
But Y/n didnât let him have that. She wasnât going to bend to his will.
âIâm not bullshitting anything, Kaiser,â she replied, her voice cold, almost emotionless. The fire she felt inside only made her more resolute. This was the truth, and he would have to accept it. She wasnât going to let him manipulate her into something else.
Kaiserâs chest rose and fell with each breath, his frustration building, yet something in his gut twisted. He knew she wasnât going to give him the answer he wanted, but that didnât stop him from wanting it. The dynamic between them had shifted, and it made him uneasy. He hated that.
But Y/n? She was standing firm, and that made him even angrier.
A sharp, frustrated 'Tch' escaped from Kaiser's lips as he stared at her. He didn't want to admit it, but maybe she was right. Maybe she was just that devoted to her job. It didnât sit well with him, though. The thought of her treating his vulnerability as nothing more than fuel for a story made him feel a knot twist tighter in his gut.
But he couldnât allow himself to acknowledge it fullyânot yet. Not when his emotions were swirling in a hurricane of rage, regret, and irritation. Betrayal. That was what it felt like. The whole damn thing felt like a betrayal.Â
He had let her in, he had allowed her to see his cracks. He had been in a state where his mind was raw, open, desperate for some kind of connection, and she had been there. He thought she understoodâhe thought, for once, that she could see him beyond the walls heâd built. But now, he hated himself for it.
His thoughts raced back to that night. Heâd felt weak, vulnerable, and yet there was a strange comfort in her presence. She had been the only one there, the only one who had seen him in his lowest, most unguarded state. But now? Now, all that felt like a mistake. A massive, unforgivable mistake.
His chest tightened as frustration clawed at him, and he clenched his fists at his sides. His anger flared with every beat of his heart. Regret gnawed at him relentlessly. He hadnât realized how much he had truly relied on her in that momentâhow much trust he had placed in her, even for just a fleeting second. It was laughable now. He couldnât even look at her without feeling the rush of bitterness in his throat.
He scowled, eyes narrowing as he processed everything. The anger in him boiled over, yet there was still somethingâsome nagging feelingâthat wouldnât go away. It was like a foreign sensation, one that felt⊠different from what he was used to.
"Those fucking annoying feelings," he muttered under his breath. Thatâs all he could label them for now. Annoying. Uncomfortable. Unwanted.
Kaiser couldnât admit it yet, not to himself, and certainly not to her. He wasnât ready to confront whatever the hell this was. He just couldnât. It was easier to shove it aside, to focus on the anger, on the betrayal, on the hurt.
But deep down, Kaiser knew that feeling wasnât going away. And that realization, despite the rage clouding his thoughts, only made him more unsettled.Â
The argument continued, a relentless back-and-forth, neither side willing to bend. Kaiserâs denial clung to him like a shield, a fragile barrier against the truth he wasnât ready to face. His anger flared, a smoldering fire that refused to die. Y/n, on the other hand, stood firm, unwavering in her stance, her answer never changing, no matter how many times he tried to push her.Â
They were locked in a battle of willsâKaiser, consumed by his emotions, and Y/n, resolute in her position, each too proud to give the other the satisfaction of yielding. The silence that followed the last words they exchanged felt heavier than the heated argument itself.Â
Both of them were left to stand in the aftermath, unsure of what came next. The walls they had built between each other felt thicker, harder to penetrate. What had started as a connection, a mutual understandingâeven an unspoken bondânow seemed like a distant memory, drowned by the weight of their words and the tension between them.
Could this broken, fractured relationship survive the collision of their worlds? Was there a way for them to move past the hurt, the betrayal, and the raw emotions that had been exposed? Or had they reached a point where this was the inevitable end?
Kaiser, his mind still buzzing with questions, couldn't help but wonder if anything could ever bridge the gap between them again. Y/n, equally torn, questioned whether it was even worth it to keep fighting for something that seemed to slip further from her grasp with every passing moment.
The future felt uncertain, a blur of unanswered questions and lingering doubt. One thing was clear thoughâthey were both changed by this. Whatever came next, their relationship, whatever form it might take, would never be the same again.
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A rush of exhilaration surged through Kaiser as the ball hit the back of the net, the goal sending a wave of adrenaline flooding his veins. The stadium erupted in cheers, but for him, the applause was distantâalmost insignificant compared to the fire burning inside him. This match wasnât just another game. It had become personal.
Kaiserâs movements were sharp, reckless even. His anger, his frustration, it all came spilling out in the form of brutal tackles, calculated risks, and explosive speed. He was consumed by the thought of her, the way she had exposed him, the way she had dared to challenge him. His focus had shifted from winning to something far more dangerousâdomination.
Every strike of the ball was a release, a cathartic outburst. His kick had more power, more intensity than ever before, as if he was channeling all of his unresolved emotions into each play. The world around him blurred. His mind wasnât on the gameâit was on her.Â
Kaiser had a new goal now, a fresh obsession that had wormed its way into his thoughts. It wasnât just about proving himself anymore. No, now he wanted more. He wanted her to bow to himânot just in respect, but in submission. He wanted her to plead for forgiveness, to feel the weight of her betrayal in the pit of her stomach.Â
With every goal, with every play, his frustration intensified. It was as if each victory on the field brought him one step closer to breaking her down, to seeing her on her knees. It was a dangerous game he was playingâboth with the ball and with his own emotions. But he couldnât stop now. Not when he was this close to making her feel what he felt.Â
The match raged on, but Kaiserâs mind was already several steps ahead, imagining the scene he would create. The ball at his feet felt almost like an extension of his willâa tool to help him gain control, not just of the game, but of everything.
A small sigh of relief escaped Kaiser's lips as the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Their team had claimed victory. The tension that had gripped him throughout the game seemed to loosen, though not entirely. His mind still buzzed with restless energy, the anger heâd channeled into his performance lingering beneath the surface. But now, the chaos on the field had settled.Â
As he made his way off the pitch, he saw her. There she stood, waiting, her presence like a magnet pulling his focus. For a moment, he stopped, his feet frozen, eyes narrowing as they locked onto hers. Despite the boiling frustration and resentment he felt, something else tugged at himâsomething that gnawed at him, unexpected and unwanted.Â
A strange mix of longing curled in his chest, subtle but undeniable. It was the same feeling heâd experienced before, the one he hadnât allowed himself to fully acknowledge. The one he hadnât been able to label. And now, standing there, it threatened to overpower him. He wanted to look away, to push it down, but he couldnât. The ache was growing.Â
Y/n met his gaze, her expression softening, a shadow of sadness clouding her features. There was something in her eyes that spoke volumesâregret, yes, but also a deep, unspoken longing. It mirrored his own. She knew she had crossed a line, and though she tried to justify it with her job, she knew it wasnât enough. The excuse was weak, even to her.Â
Kaiser swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pull, the twisting in his gut. He shifted his gaze away, unwilling to meet it any longer. He couldnât afford to get caught up in this mess again, not now. So instead of walking toward her, he turned, the sound of his footsteps loud in his ears as he made his way to the locker room.Â
But as he walked, the ache in his chest only deepened. It was a sensation he couldnât ignore, no matter how hard he tried. The more he distanced himself from her, the more the weight of it settled in.
àŒ»âàŒș
Months had passed, and Y/n found herself once again attending one of Kaiser's matchesâthis time to cover his triumphant return to form. It had been so long since they'd had a real conversation. The exchanges between them had been reduced to nothing more than fleeting glances, heavy with words unsaid. There had been no resolution, no attempt at understanding. Just silence, stretching between them like an unspoken agreement to keep their distance.
As usual, she didnât expect him to approach her after the game. She had learned not to expect anything from him. So, she improvised. She couldn't keep avoiding him, and she couldn't let it go on like this. There had to be a proper conversation, one where words were exchanged, where truths came out. She just had to talk to him, even if it meant breaking the stillness.
It happened that after the match, he was slated to sign shirts for the fans. Kaiser had initially resisted, unwilling to participate in the post-match rituals, but his managers had insisted, practically forcing him to stay and sign memorabilia. Y/n saw her chance.
She walked up to him, her heart hammering in her chest, trying to steady her breath. His expression was unreadable, his eyes distant. From the outside, he seemed calm, almost detached, as he handed her a signed jersey. But she could see itâthe subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched as if he were holding something back. Inside, he was struggling, as if something inside him was unraveling.
A flicker of regret flashed across Y/nâs face as she began to speak, but before she could gather her thoughts, it seemed as if Kaiser was the one breaking the silence. He spoke first, his voice quieter than she had expected, devoid of anger but filled with an unfamiliar vulnerability.
âTo be honest,â he started, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before lifting to meet hers, âyou were right about the whole thing⊠about me not being able to see the truth instead of the betrayal.â His voice softened, the harshness gone. âI thought winning was all I needed. But I realized something... you can't be king of an empty castle.â
His words hit her like a wave, a mix of sorrow and disbelief washing over her. She had spent months trying to ignore the ache of their unresolved tension, but in that moment, everything seemed to shift. Her chest tightened as his admission sunk in, and she found herself unable to look away from him.
Her voice cracked when she finally spoke, softer than she intended. âAnd I canât love someone who only knows how to keep people at armâs length.â
The words felt like a confession, a truth she hadnât even fully admitted to herself until that moment. It wasnât just about him anymoreâit was about them, the space between them that had grown too wide, too unbridgeable.
Kaiserâs eyes widened, his breath catching as he heard her words. That was it. That was the word he had been searching for, the word that had been dancing around his thoughts for months. Love.Â
The feelings that had plagued him, the ones he had been dismissing as mere annoyance, suddenly clicked into place. It all made sense now. He was falling in love, something he had spent his life pushing away yet finding, something he had told himself he didnât need but craved. But now, standing here, with the truth staring him in the face, he realized it was everything he had wantedâand everything he had been too afraid to embrace.
But even in that realization, something else weighed heavily on him. It was too late. The feelings, the words, the truthânone of it could change what had already been lost. Y/n had already made her choice, and there was nothing he could do to take it back.
For a moment, Kaiser stood there, frozen, as the reality of his own heart hit him. It was a bitter, almost hollow feeling. He had spent years building walls around himself, pushing everyone away, thinking that the power, the success, the titles were enough. He thought they could fill the void. But now, looking at Y/n, he realized they never had.Â
The king, the one who had always sworn to make others bow before him, now found himself bowing his head in defeat. It was a strange, painful irony. He had craved power, respect, adorationâbut what he had never expected was that the one thing he truly wanted, the one thing that had eluded him all these years, was the one thing he had pushed away the hardest.
Kaiser felt the weight of his loss, the emptiness that followed the admission he had just made. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The trophies, the fame, the victoriesâit all seemed insignificant in the face of the one thing he couldnât have.Â
He had lost her. And no amount of titles, no number of wins, could ever bring her back.
Y/n, for her part, stood in stunned silence, her heart aching as she saw the pain in his eyes. There was nothing else to say. No words could fix this, not now, not after everything that had happened. They were both standing in the ruins of what could have been, and neither of them knew how to rebuild it.Â
She took a step back, her own heart heavy with the realization that what they had could never be. Not like this. Not after all that had passed between them.
With one last look, she turned away. Kaiser stood there, watching her go, feeling the emptiness inside him grow. The silence between them was louder than any words could ever be. And in that silence, Kaiser finally understood.
àŒ»âàŒș
He watched her from a distance, his gaze following her every move as she conducted another interview with one of the players. The scene was familiar, yet it felt distant, like a memory from a past life. Despite the days that had slipped away since their last encounter, Kaiser remained a king in the eyes of the world. His crown still gleamed, his fame intact, and yet his heart carried a weight he couldn't shake. His eyes, once fierce with ambition, now lingered on Y/n with an aching mixture of regret and longing. The feelings he'd buried deep inside him seemed to claw their way to the surface every time she was near, and he couldn't escape the pull.
On the outside, no one could tell what had happened to him. The public continued to see the indomitable athlete, the ruthless champion whose titles and success overshadowed everything else. But beneath the polished exterior, a man was unraveling. The armor he wore so effortlessly could not shield him from the ache in his chest, nor could it conceal the truth he had tried to ignore.Â
Y/n, on the other hand, moved through her days with a quiet determination, her heart guarded, but forever tethered to what had been. She kept the signed jersey he had given her, folded neatly in her closet, a relic of a time that felt both distant and close. It was a memory she couldnât part with, no matter how much it pained her. She had always kept mementosâsmall reminders of things she wanted to hold ontoâand this, despite everything, was one of them. A symbol of what had been, and what could have been. She would never throw it away. Not ever.
Though their paths had diverged, the space between them growing wider with each passing day, neither of them could escape the thoughts of the other. They remained in each otherâs minds like an unspoken promise, a lingering memory of something beautiful yet broken. The past they shared hung between them, invisible yet palpable, a constant reminder of what they had and what they lost.
Kaiser remained on his throne in the stadium, ruling the field as he always had. But when it came to matters of the heart, he learned too late that even kings must face the consequences of their actions. His victories, his triumphs, came at a costâa price he had never imagined paying. In the end, no title, no championship, could fill the emptiness left by what he had let slip through his fingers.
And Y/n? She moved forward, just as determined, just as focusedâbut her heart carried the weight of a loss that could never truly be healed. She had once believed in the possibility of something more, but now she knew better. Some victories come with too much sacrifice, and some battles are never meant to be won.
Both of them would carry the memory of what could have been, each in their own way, as they moved through the world. But deep down, they both knewâno matter how far apart they were, a part of them would always remain with the other.
a/n: AYGHHH HIS SEXY ASS FINALLY GOT ANIMATED FOR LIKE 10 SECONDS BUT THATS OKAY
This also took me longer than I expected. It was supposed to be published on the 25th (Kaisers bdayâŒïžđ«)

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