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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?
⧠jing yuan x gn!reader
⧠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.
⧠content: established relationship, fluff, humor, might be a bit ooc
⧠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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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!)
oOoOo
"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.
oOoOo
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
oOoOo
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.
oOoOo
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
oOoOo
a/n: part 2?
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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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" A SIMPLE LOVE WITH A COMPLEX TOUCH " â symbiote!peter parker x reader.
ᶻ đ đ° .á NOTES: first picture source; second picture source is pinterest; third picture source is pinterest, edited by me; draft from november. WARNINGS: fem reader ă sable!reader ă established relationship ă gun mention ă cocky ooc spider-man bcos hes wearing the symbiote and its affecting his behavior ă mild toxicity.
"â and I want guys on every level of that building, do you understand?" you command, prodding the schematics with your finger to direct your subordinate's attention. Obediently, he nods, gathering up the plans to disperse them accordingly as you straighten from your hunch. As papers crackle and crease from his ministrations, you continue, "We can't afford another mistake."
Commotion alerts you, and you seek it out as your hand securely rests on one of your pistols. "I'm here! I'm here. I was late but I'm here now." That voice. Your lips press into a thin line as you release your weapon, approaching your officers who surround the newcomer.
SYMBIOTE!SPIDER-MAN glances around uneasily. "Guess I don't get Employee-of-the-Month this time 'round, huh?" His un-welcoming party closes in and he raises his hands in surrender. "Yeesh. You guys take punctuality very seriously."
"Spider-Man." At the sound of your voice, your employees part, and his gaze lands on you. It's subtle, but his visor narrows. "This is a restricted area. My associates will escort you out." The order is heeded, and they reach for him. Uncooperative as ever, the hero takes a step back.
He tilts his head, giving his surroundings a scan as if to search for his response. "Are you serious?"
Your brows raise indignantly. You are not fond of being questioned. "Spider-Manâ"
"âSo formal."
"Because of your inexcusable misconduct and your inability to follow my orders, you were fired. You no longer work as my consultant, and you cannot access this facility. Exit now, or we will use force." It's not that it hurts you to treat him so coldly, you're still angry at him. Right now you treat him as you would treat any trespasser.
There's a shift in his behavior. The way he pivots his head to eye you from the side, familiar body language betraying your unprofessional relationship. It exploits your feelings for him. The old Spider-Man would've respected your boundary. You don't know who stands before you now. "C'mon," A scoff emits from him. "Don't do this." You don't appreciate being bargained with, and you turn your back on him.
It's your subordinates' signal to move in, but they don't get close enough. He vaults over, landing in front of you to cut off your path. There's a fierceness in your eyes at his utter lack of respect, boring into him as he towers over you. His abrupt presence had caught you off-guard, having expected him to accept it's time to leave, and your hand reflexively tucks under your trench coat to fix on your pistol. There's a new level of danger to Peter Parker, he's unpredictable, and you don't trust him. Part of you knows it's the right move to have your weapon handy when facing him, and it's the part that wins.
"What are you gonna do?" he questions, regarding the position of your hand. "Make me?" In the uncharacteristic tone of his voice, you can make out his hurt hidden behind his challenge.
As he advances, you take a cautious step back. The din of guns cocking and aiming onto the new threat sounds behind you, but you and Peter are locked onto each other. You know you can't make him do anything, not with the strength he possesses... he knows that, too.
It's not like him to make a show of his power, how he bullies other into submission. He's always the bigger manâalways. Now that size is used against you, looking up at him, and praying he doesn't try something. He inclines into your direction, testing you as he waits for you to put him in his place; his shoulders slack arrogantly, hanging his loose arms as you arch away from his face in yours. His slow descent into your space is a tactic.
"Walk- away." you warn.
A second passesâa second that feels like forever. He straightens, receding from you. "I'll walk." he concedes, and you hold your sigh of relief. "If you're the one that escorts me."
You consider it, pulling your lips to one side as you blow hot air through your flared nostrils. Reluctantly, you disarm, and snatch his bicep. You yank him over, towing him to the exit.
Once out of earshot, Peter seizes the opportunity to ask you the stupidest question he possibly could. "Are you mad at me?" He's used to your professional attitude, how standoffish you can be, all things that he's faced when you two had met.
You can't even speak. Thoughts run at a million miles an hour through your head, reconsidering every aspect of this interaction. Your jaw clenches. The entrance to the fence is close, and you can't wait to be rid of him so you can get back to work.
"Baby, talk to me." he lowers his voice, a surprising croon to it as if he seeks to appeal to your emotional side. You wouldn't put manipulation past him right now, considering his erratic disposition as of late. "I haven't seen you sinceâ"
"Since you screwed up my investigation?" An anger flares in your chest at the petname, you don't feel anything like his baby right now.
At the accusation, his tone hardens. "I was hoping to talk."
"I don't want to talk." Your sharp pronunciation is a dead giveaway to your adverse opinion of him currently. "There's a reason you were fired then, and your re-introduction today does not look good for your future employment. You'll understand if we're less friendly the next time you trespass on a restricted area." With the warning, you toss him forward, and he stumbles through the gate.
He rounds. As expressionless as a suit can be, you've learned his body language like the back of your hand. He's frustrated. The way his shoulders square, and his fists form at his sides, you can tell he's getting fed up.
"That's how it's gonna be?"
"That's how it's gonna be." you confirm.
#ch: symbiote!peter#indy: drabbles#peter parker drabble#sable!reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker x fem!reader#peter parker x you#peter parker x y/n#peter parker imagine#peter parker fic#peter parker fanfiction#spider-man x reader#spiderman x reader#spider man x reader#peter parker angst#reader insert#symbiote spider man#marvel's spider man 2
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@katsuslover asked: Making katsuki jealous by talking w deku or something and he's all sulky and a baby and u show him why he's better
a/n: omg hell yessss I made it a little angsty but I hope heâs not too OOC
You narrow your eyes at the blonde sitting right in front of you. His eyes narrowed and his lips pulled into a deep frown that youâve never seen before. Clenched fists that are slightly shaking, he glares down at the floor with such an intensity that almost frightens you. Almost.
Heâs been that way for the past half an hour, with no warnings at all. Itâs weird, how this morning he wasnât giving two fucks about anyone or anything at all, and now heâs just⊠furious isnât even the word to describe it. Neither is rage. This is something else, and you knew it.
âKats, just spit it out already.â
Youâve been trying to coax an explanation out of him for the past twenty-seven minutes, and yes, youâve been counting. Heâs never hid his anger from you. Or anyone, actually. But definitely not you.
âKats, I swear to god, if you donât start saying anything then Iâll go back to my conversation with Midoriyaââ
âGet that bastardâs name out of your mouth.â
It was a quick mumble. A short demand. A command, if you will. Heâs never said shit about Midoriya with such pure hatred that it did confuse you, and you started to question if you really understood Katsuki in the first place.Â
His brow furrowed and his teeth gritted, his glare shifts from the floor to your shoulder, avoiding your direct gaze. He couldnât bring himself to glare at you, no. The last thing that he wanted to do was to direct his anger at you. You were one of the most precious people in his life, and he wasnât gonna risk anything, much less even glaring, to fuck it up. But looking down and glaring at the floor looked utterly pathetic, too. So his eyes dart from the wall behind you, to your shoulder and neck, but never your face. You didnât deserve that. It wasnât your fault, either.
He knew itâs not your fault, so why did it sting so much to hear you laughing with that bastard? He didnât get it.
âNever mind. âM fine. Itâs nothing.â
âKats, you canât be mad like that and not explain yourself.â
Itâs true. He knew that he owed you an explanation, and a good one. Shame crept up on him as he realised that he snapped at you. That you were on the receiving end of his anger. The promise he made to himselfâ to never, ever make you upset, or to ever let you feel like the reason that heâs madâ was now broken in his eyes.
âIâm⊠sorry. For snapping at you. Itâs not your fault,â he mumbled under his breath.Â
It wasnât snapping, but he hated the fact that he still could have upset you.Â
âKats, itâs okay. Iâm fine, I promise. Whatâs wrong? You know you can tell me anything thatâs on your mind, right?â
âNo, itâs nothing,â he mumbled, though itâs clear that his snapping only made him more irritated with himself.
âItâs not nothing if youâreâŠâ you trail off, not wanting to point out the current tears in his eyes.Â
âHuh? Iâm what?â Still oblivious to the tears, he looked around and found nothing.
âKats, seriously. Tell me, now.â
The firm gaze directed at him from your eyes made him freeze, and the gentle tone in your voice made him hesitate. He was surprised, to say the least, that you were still here, trying to help him while he stood there in front of you like an idiot. If you left now, he wouldnât have been surprised. In fact, he understood why you would do that, and he couldnât blame you. This emotional, vulnerable part of him finally showed for the first time in your relationship.Â
It surprised you, just a little. You knew he hated showing emotions besides happiness and the occasional happiness, but never tears. He never cried solely in front of you, at least.
He felt weak, so⊠pathetic.Â
And on the other hand, you were there, trying to help him and coax some coherent words out of him, before finally giving up with a sigh
âKats, if you donât wanna talk, then we can save that for another time. I wonât push you any further if youâre getting uncomfortable.â
Heâs never felt comfort like this. Not warmth, or such gentleness either. Itâs so new to him, but in the best ways that he couldnât describe.Â
What was this feeling? His heart was bittersweet now. His loathing towards Midoriya was worsening, but the sweetness in your voice was making it fade away slowly.
âI promise Iâm fine,â he rasped out.Â
âOkay, Kats. As long as youâre alright,â you murmured, not really pushing him to speak unless he really wanted to.
He took a deep breath, not sure how to address the issue.
âLook, I donât know what to feel when youâre talking to that damn Deku,â he stated plainly.
âYou donât know what to feel? What are you talking about?â
âIâm not stopping you from having friends, okay? I just donât like how giggly and shit you were with him,â he huffed.
âWell⊠why not?â
âIt just bugs me, thatâs all. Just feel like I should be the reason youâre laughing. Not him.âÂ
Oh. It finally clicked in your mind. He was jealous. You wanted to point it out, but it could sour his mood further, so you decided against it for the time being.
âWell, if that was the case, you could have just told me. I wouldnât have a problem with that.â
You were too sweet, too understanding. It was hard for him to believe that he deserved it. That he deserved you.Â
âReally?â
âYes, really, Kats. You donât need to worry that Iâll be upset, okay?âÂ
He nodded slowly, still not used to this amount of sincerity and care from someone.
He was never this soft, or vulnerable to anyone. You, however, were an exception. He wasnât afraid to show it to you, and even though he wasnât used to it, he sure as hell wasnât complaining.Â
âThanksâŠâ a soft mumble of thanks left his lips, happy how this confrontation went.
@angelshimaa angst for you :)))
#kiri next and im gonna make two versions of this LMAO#bnha#bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugou
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First Post
Sooooo this is the first fanfic I write, the current obsession is Call of Duty. Have I ever played the game?? No. Am I gonna play the game? Yes, I've downloaded the mobile version :D. Do the characters match their game personality? Probably not, the only source I have of them are other fanfics and edits I saw on tiktok JAJAJAJA.
Angst, T.F.141 x reader, Platonic!T.F.141 x reader, HURT, bit of OOC T.F. 141, pining!reader, bit of a sad ending, drunk confessions, overheard conversations, PAAAAAAAIIIIN (maybe Iâm just projecting Enlgish is my second language so please be kind xd
PART 2
â Command me to be well â
âThere is no sweeter innocence, than our gentle sinâ
In all honesty, you werenât supposed to be there. You shouldâve been in the med bay, you shouldâve been filing reports on the last mission and updating medical records.
Youâve been assigned to Task Force 141 as their base doctor, having no experience in the field you remained back in HQ until they came back from deployment. You quickly realized they didnât fully trust you as a doctor, whether it was due to your civilian background or a misjudgement of your abilities, you never knew and frankly you didnât want to. You tried not to be a bother, you knew their job was hard as it was, so you tried a friendlier approach, making sure to try and interact with them if even at a minimum.Â
Instead, you were faced with a hard cold truth, one that you hoped had vanished with a few friendlier words in your direction⊠you werenât wanted.
Time seemed to move slower as the last few minutes replayed in your mind.Â
The guys were sharing a much needed drink after a rather difficult mission. Letting the façade fall down for a bit, the whiskey loosening tongues and bringing to the surface feelings that could no longer be held down.
You were walking down the hallway that led to Priceâs office, a bit of a pep to your walk and a container of baked goods in one hand and the files that needed his signature on the other. You knew theyâd be a bit peckish after their mission so you thought ahead and brought some pastries that you knew they liked, even though Simon always said that those were more sugar than bread. In an instant the door to the Captain's office was at reach so you balanced the files over the container.Â
-Sheâs jus so fecking annoying, yâknow ?-
You stopped right when you were about to knock on the door, hand midair.Â
-I geâ thaâ weâre suppose to get along seein tha shes the fecking doctor-Â
What? Your breathing stopped and your body shivered
-Buâ I jus canât seem to tolerateâ er- the voices seemed a bit muffled by the closed door but still the volume was loud enough for you to hear⊠Listening as you stood there frozen, wishing that you couldnât.Â
-Câmon Johnny, she can be a biâ annoying, sure.- OuchÂ
-Buâ she does âer job properly and at the end oâ the day, thaâs why sheâs âere foâ. -Â
Kyle seemed to try and reason with him but even his own voice sounded strained.Â
The beating of your heart going wild with every second that passed, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. They couldnât refer to you right? Maybe, maybe it was someone else on their missionâŠ
-Y/N does a good job, lads.- Thatâs the captainâs voice⊠FuckâŠ
-I get thaâ, is jus⊠she keeps sticking tâ us like feckin glue everywhere we go- Oh noâŠ
The tears were freely flowing now, not wanting to believe what you were hearing, sure you werenât the most serious person but you never thought that would be a problem, specially after everything youâve done with and for them.Â
-Maybe youâ should stop inviting âer everywhere with us then-Â
-Is noâ like I want to, Lt. Buâ she jus⊠pops âere everytime I try and talk to all oâ you .-Â
âMaybe I should go⊠But⊠my legs are not movingâÂ
-Sâ your fault for flirting wiâ er when she came rounâ the firs time- Kyle was annoyed, months of interaction helping you to recognize the tone in their voices.
-Yâkno thaâ he does thaâ to everyone.- Simon sounded so sincere that you couldnât help to feel stupid, as if you were just a joke. Another one of the bunchâŠÂ
-Lads, câmon⊠Sheâs jusâ doin her job- Price was tired and he could already feel a headache starting to form in the back of his head.
-Sheâs a nice girl, âsides you knoâ thaâ i couldnâ stop Laswell for saddling âer with us-Â
That was it, you never thought that they didnât want you. They were a bit standoff-ish in the first few weeks or so but that was because they didn't know you⊠right? They were a tight-knit group, it was perfectly natural to not trust an outsider with their health, right?Â
They became friendlier in the last weeks, actually letting you patch them up rather than doing it themselves when you werenât in the med bay. The first one that apparently seemed friendly to you was Johnny, making you blush with his flirtatious ways but at least making you glad that he was starting to open up a bit, Kyle and Price being a bit on the quiet side but at least no longer just completely silent while you fixed them up and Simon⊠well he was still not talking to you or acknowledging you.
Knowing that all of your efforts were for nothing made you feel useless, it had nothing to do with your job, you knew you were good otherwise you wouldnât have been assigned to the 141.Â
So with a deep breath and a new goal in mind, you turned away and left files in one hand and a slightly crushed box of pastries.
âIn the madness and soil, of that sad earthly sceneâ
You didnât sleep a wink since that moment, pouring yourself over the medical files that needed your approval for final submission.
You were so deep in thought, that you didnât hear the knocks at your door, only looking up when you heard a cough to get your attention.Â
There stood your captain, looking very tired and you already could see the headache seeping into his usual calm demeanor.Â
The urge to offer him a tea cup or a mild remedy for his head crossed your mind, he looked really tired but after what you heard last night you just couldnât bring yourself to do so.Â
- Is there something you needed, captain?- your voice came out a little bit tired and sharper than usual, something that didnât went unnoticed by the captain
-Yeah, kid. The reports from the last mission, do you haveâ em?- He narrowed his eyes a bit at you, as if trying to figure out what happened.Â
-Sure, let me get them for you- you stood up and moved to the cabinet next to your desk, there you took them off next to where the box of pastries remained intact and went ahead to give the to the captain.Â
- Here, all of the medical procedures and recent injuries are already stated. All they need is your approval so your medical history can be updated in due course-Â
You handed him the files and turned to look at him, his face was a mix of confusion and slight annoyance. This side of you was new to him and he didnât quite like it, where once you were all smiles and cheerful disposition now stood a sad look and a blank face, as if the very sunshine was taken from you.Â
-Is everything all righâ, kid?- he found himself asking, you sighed loudly and headed back to your desk.
-Donât worry about me, captain. Is just a rough patch, thatâs all- You sat down and started to go over the files laid out before you.
-Alrighâ, if you need anythingâŠ- he watched you for a few seconds and then turned away and left.
A sour mood was felt across the base and from the interaction each of them had with you over the course of the week ⊠there was definitely something wrong.Â
Johnny tried flirting with you, but instead of being all giggles and blushing mess you just looked at him with a tight lip smile and continued as if he never talked to you, even when Kyle came in to your office for a quick fix up of his most recent stitches you remained completely silent, only talking to give him instructions on how to take care of his injuries and when to take his pain meds. Priceâs office was a bit quieter than usual, without your usual self trying to warm up to him with an equally warm cup of tea or coffee in hand to help him through his headaches, even Simon felt the shift in your behavior, when crossing in the hallways or the break room being greeted with nothing more than a call of his rank and quickly leaving.Â
The boys went into the cafeteria that same week and were surprised to see that while to the other soldiers you were still friendly and smiley, to them you were nonchalant and seemed almost way too professional. And that was upsetting everyone, so when you finished your lunch and went back to your office, files and coffee in hand they all decided that enough was enough.
You hadn't even finished entering your office when the four men burst in right behind you. You turned around with a scared look and a squeak of surprise at the sudden intrusion, the coffee almost falling from your grip and the files clutched to your chest. The boys all looked at you with a mix of annoyance and betrayal and you felt small, very very small.Â
-What the hell is wrong with you?- your voice was a bit raised from the fright you were still recovering from, as you walked to your desk to leave the files and the coffee, Johnny spoke up.Â
-Us? Whaâ eâ âell is wrong wit you?- You turned around with a very deep frown etched into your face.Â
-What are you talking about? Youâre the ones that burst into my office like a pack of wild animals.- A very annoyed Johnny stepped right up until he was face to face with you.Â
-Johnny calm down, mate.- Gazâs voice was heard over Johnnyâs loud breathing.Â
-No, noâ until sheâs told us jusâ whaâ in the living fuck is wrong- His voice was dangerously low, and it was fucking terrifying.Â
-First of, back the fuck off, sargeant. I may be just a bloody fucking nuisance but iâm a doctor and I will break every bone in your body while naming them- A surprised look flashed through everyoneâs faces, youâve never talked to them like that before, and when Johnny didnât seem to back off, you pushed with all your might and managed to make him to stumble back a bit.Â
At that moment Ghost approached him and held him before he could fall, but the look he gave you, was right down murderous. A chill ran down your spine and your instincts screamed at you to run but your legs didnât seem to work. Price at seeing the angry look on both of your faces quickly stood in front of everyone and yelled at both of you to cut it out.Â
-Y/LN, youâll apologize this instant or youâll be subject to a reprimand for assaulting a ranking officer.- Price knew at the moment those words left his lips⊠heâd fucked up.Â
-Excuse me?- You turned to look at him, furious. The nerve of these menâŠ
-You think that you can burst into my office, to then demand an answer for which I do not know the fucking question to and THEN reprimand me for protecting myself against a man that got way into my personal space?-Â
Your voice was raised, you were very very pissed off and the boys knew it, they knew they werenât the best when it came to you, almost neglecting your care due to years and years of trust issues. They knew it wasnât fair to you, but still when the only ones taking care of them were themselves, they just couldnât trust you completely.
- I have tried SO hard to have you guys to trust me, GOD KNOWS IâVE TRIED and you wonât let me.- You felt the tears well up in the corners of your eyes and the faces of shock in the squad just made you feel worse.Â
You hated yourself for crying, but the anger in you, the betrayal and the sadness were all out there now, so might as well just tell them everything.Â
-I know Iâm pathetic to you, I know that you think Iâm⊠how you put it, Sergeant MacTavish?- At the mention of his name he looked up at you - âso fucking annoyingâ, I think was the term used.- His eyes widened, he knew exactly what you were talking about and the others seemed to remember the conversation they had a few days prior.Â
-Youâ eard oâr conversation?- Gaz seemed a bit angry and confused, how the hell could you have heard them if you werenât supposed to be in the building.Â
-Yes⊠I know it was wrong⊠I needed the captainâs signature on all of your files so your medical records could be updated..- The realization dawned on the captain, thatâs why you were so down the next dayïżœïżœ You heard everything.Â
- But⊠I guess it was ultimately for the best- Your voice a whisper as you looked at them.Â
-If youâre that unsatisfied with my care, Iâll ask the brass for a transfer.- The determined look on your face was like a slap in their faces, you were really going to leave them. They needed to fix this but neither of them said anything, you took a deep breath and left the office, leaving the four men standing dumbfounded in your office.
âWhat in the actual fuck just happened?â a thought, accompanied with the memory of utter anger and sadness in your face that will hunt the squad for the rest of their lives.Â
They needed to fix it⊠soon.Â
âOnly then I am human, only then I am cleanâ
SOOOOOOO this was my first piece, i'm really sorry if itâs not the best so please forgive me jajaja.
If you liked it please like and reblog, I would like to keep writing and knowing you like it will make me very happy.
Jejejeje feedback is appreciated <3
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would anyone like to explain to me why they made him so pretty
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SMUT!!! (Blood kink)
Alastor x fem!Reader
You stood up to Alastor - in front of other hotel guests, which he found very disrespectful.
You made him angry, so you have to be prepared for your punishment.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, blood kink (reader is on her period), slight humiliation, submissive reader, dominating Alastor, OOC Alastor, oral sex (reader receiving) and maybe bad English
MDNI!
And I hope you donât expect a good plot, because you wonât find it there.
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âHello, darlingâ, Alastor greets you in a sarcastic voice while looking at you from his chair, where he sorts with his legs crossed and building a cage with his hands in front of his mouth.
Intimidated, how you are feeling right now, you close the door to his room behind you.
He has ordered you here for a talk, after you had the audacity to speak against him in front of other hotel guests. Usually, youâre not this brave, but today things were different. You are on your period. The cramps in your uterus are hardly bearable and your hormones are on a peak level which means that if anyone dares to annoy you has to handle the consequences.
And today Alastor annoyed you a lot. With his jokes he always makes about you because of your height for example. He annoyed you with his stupid laughter he makes after he feels himself in a high position.
Normally, you donât care about his behaviour. You are strong enough to ignore it. But not today. Today you truly arenât in the mood to take this bullshit from him.
So after the third joke he made about you you exploted metaphorically. You responded with a joke which humiliated him in a way he never thought you where able to say such things out loud.
But now itâs your turn to handle the consequences for this big mistake you have made. After all, heâs your boss. He owns your soul. And he wants to remind you who has the powerful position here.
âWell, well, my dearâ, the Radio Demon begins to speak while he grins at you. Your lips shake slightly. You try to hide your trembling body, but it feels like itâs not possible at all, because your fear his too big.
Alastor continues speaking in a dark voice which makes you shiver: âI guess, you know why I have ordered you here?!â
You nod.
âAnd you may also know what kind of consequence you can expect for your disrespectful behaviour?!â
You nod again.
Alastor's grin widens while he bites is lower lip. âHm, I have to admit that I am quite unsure what to do to you now. I want you to experience the same humiliation I have felt during your pathetic words you directed at me.â
He seems like to think about it for a while but then he snaps his fingers and one of his shadow tentacles reaches up towards you running itâs sharp edge through your skirt from bottom to top. The delicate fabric falls apart and onto the floor exposing your lower body which makes you immediately blush. You let out a small whimper, feeling ashamed.
Now youâre standing there. In front of Alastor. In his room.
He smiles at the look of your bare and beautiful legs. His eyes wander up the rest of your body - from your pants to your long shirt which covers parts of your lower body.
And then he commands in a calm voice: âTake off your underwear!â
With a shocked sight on your face you look at him. âBut -â, you try to explain that you need your pants because of the situation you are in at this moment but he immediately interrupts you. This time, his voice sounds a little sharper: âDarling, please donât repeat your mistake again. Donât forget that I be owning your soul, so you better be doing what I want without any contradiction!â
You hesitate at first, but then you realize that you have no other choice and you obey his command.
You slowly slide your panties down your legs and then push them to the side with one foot over the floor.
And now you can see the triumphant look in his eyes, that disgusting look of smugness on his face.
Youâre standing there with nothing on your body but a shirt which you pull down a bit to hide your cunt from is voyeuristic eyes which are fixed on you.
âNow, now, darling. How does that feel? Tell me!â
You look down on the floor, while tears are running up into your eyes and with a low, trembling voice you answer: âIt⊠feels hu⊠humiliating.â
âFine. And will you ever dare to do such disrespectful things to me again?â, he asks you.
âNo!â, so answer.
He begins to chuckle: âI beg your pardon, my little doe. I couldnât hear you. And also I want you to look at me!â
You look up to him and raise your voice a little bit: âNo, Alastor. I am so sorry and I will never do that again.â
He smiles contentedly: âGood girl.â
Then his eyes wander down your body as he recognises the strains of blood beginning to run down your legs.
He raises an eyebrow and lower his lids as he says: âAh. I didnât know itâs that time of the month again. That would be explaining your pathetic behaviour.â
He canât help but be dominated by his cannibalistic mind. The saliva of greed drips from his teeth and he looks at you with desire.
âThis seems to be thwarting my plansâ, with a gesture of his index finger, he lures you towards him and he commands, âcome here to me!â
You walk over to him and stop right in front of him.
He places his hands on the round cheeks of your butt and he kneads the flesh of your ass with excitement. He lets out a slight groan with a static noise as he enjoys the feeling of your naked body under his hands.
Then he pulls you closer to him to take a sniff from the blood that drains out of your cunt.
âMmmh, my sweetheart, you smell quite delicious!â, he hums at your pussy hungrily.
Suddenly, the radio demon rises quickly from his armchair and pushes you in the direction of his bed to shove you roughly onto the mattress. He then bends over you, holds your thighs up and then disappears with his face between your legs, running his tongue through your blood-soaked cleft to take in every last drop.
You canât help but letting out a moan as you feel his long, wet tongue circling your clit and then penetrating deep into your hole.
He groans like a rutting deer while he licks the blood from the swollen soft flesh of your cunt. His claws dig into the skin of your hips, heating you up more and more.
He pauses to hum in a horny tone against your vulva: âFuck, darling, youâre insanely tasty!â
And then he continues to eat you out.
You spread your legs a bit more and your hands run through his hair while you moan louder and louder in rising heat.
As his antlers begin to grow you grab them to hold on to them and then you reach your climax.
Alastor can tell the stage youâre in by your trembling body and by the tone of your beautiful moaning voice so he fastens the movements of his tongue and focuses on your clit to help you get the orgasm you deserve.
And then it happens: You tense your body, arch your back, your head is stretched back and your eyes widen as a wonderful orgasm rolls over you through your sensitive pussy. You clutch his antlers tighter and scream his name as you let yourself fall completely and surrender to the climax caused by the radio demon.
âYES! YES! ALASTOR! HAAHHH!â, you scream.
He lets out a happy moan with a static noise in response to your satisfaction.
Then he lets go of you to look at you with a gentle smile. Your pretty face after an orgasm really turns him on.
Alastor gets up from the bed, takes a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his vest to dab your blood from his lips.
"Well, this one didn't quite go the way it should have, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I liked this one tooâ, he says with a mischievous smile on his face.
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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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ACT IV
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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Omega by nature
Summary: You're an omega by nature.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, chasing, a hint of fear, OOC Dean, character's death
Sequel to: Beta in heart
A/N: Part 2/3
A few minutes before Dean came back to the bunker, âŠ
Your eyes snap open and youâre gasping for air. The first thing you do when you jolt up on your mattress is touch your mating gland. Another nightmare woke you from your dreams.
âOnly a dream,â you whimper as your mating gland is still untouched. The monster didnât get the chance to destroy it. âHowâŠwhy?â Just now you hear someone growl outside your room. âWhat?â
âDean, you need to stop!â You can hear Sam outside your room, and then something hits your door. âDEAN!â
âSheâs mine!â Thatâs Dean, fighting with his brother to get inside your room. âI got the get her! Sammy, get out of my way!â
You hear a loud thud and something sounding like a heavy body dropping to the ground.Â
âOPEN THE DOOR!â
Now, âŠ
âOMEGA!â Dean steps inside your room. He sniffs in all directions, almost like a predator scenting his prey. âOmega?â A throaty purr leaves his lips catching your scent. âY/N?â
You clasp one hand over your mouth. If Dean finds you in your hideout, heâll not be able to control his instinct. He made it very clear, that you are not the woman he wants. Omega or not.
âY/N, come out,â he crouches down to look under your bed. âThere you are.â He lies flat on the floor, hand reaching out to touch your ankle. âOmega, you need to come here.â
âGo away,â you shrug his hand off your leg. âYou canât be here, Dean. Please leave my room. Your scent will ruin it. PleaseâŠâ
âI canât go,â he grabs your ankle again, tugging at it. You try to crawl away, but Dean wonât let go of your leg. âGet out from under your bed. We need to talk. Stop acting like a child.â Dean growls. You can hear him growl low in his throat.
Dean fights from control. If not, heâll drag you out from under the bed and mate you. âLet me go.â You kick and scream as Dean crawls under the bed to wrap his arms around your body. âIâm warning you!â
âYou need to calm down, or youâll go feral,â he snarls in your ear. âI can smell you. Why did you reveal youâre an omega now?â
You wiggle in his grip and refuse to answer his question. âLet me go!â
âOMEGA!â You stiffen at his alpha command. While your instinct tells you to give in to Deanâs demands, you are too stubborn to obey. âGive in.â He sniffs your neck, purring low in his throat when you tilt your head. âAnswer me.â
âI told you that I didnât want you and Sam to believe Iâm a liability,â you bite back. âAnd after you told me my presentation doesnât change how you feel about me, I thought I could stop using suppressants and scent blockers. That shit is expensive!â
âWhat if Sammy wouldâve lost control, huh? With an omega smelling like you around, he couldâve easily lost control,â Dean growls.Â
âSammy doesnât see me that way, Dean. He would neverâŠâ
âNature gives a shit about feelings, Y/N,â he tightens his hold on you when you start wiggling again. âAn alpha scenting an omega like you will lose control. Youâre lucky I knocked him out.â
A cold shiver runs down your spine at Deanâs words. âYou did what? Dean, you canât just knock your brother out. What has gotten into you?â
âDo you know how hard I try to keep my alpha in control?â He nuzzles your neck. âIf I let go, Iâll claim, mate, and knot you until you canât walk straight for a week.â
âI wonât let you,â you ram your elbow into his stomach, making him growl. âYou fucked Cassie not days ago. Do you honestly believe Iâll let you stick your dick into me?â
âBad move, sweetheart,â Dean bites your neck. His teeth donât leave a mark, but you stiffen and hold your breath. He grazes your mating gland with his teeth, making sure you know heâs not joking. âWe wonât leave this room before we talk things out.â
âI need to get away from you, Dean! You smell like rut,â youâre out of breath from wiggling in his hold. âPlease, you donât want me.
âI smell like rut, but Castiel helped me suppress it,â he whispers in your ear. âStill, Iâm struggling to hold back and not mate you.âÂ
âYouâre mine. Always were meant to be mine,â His voice dangerously low Dean snarls in your ear. âYou had no right to hide your presentation from me. I tried so hard to stay away from you to not hurt you. I couldâve had my omega all this time!â
âFuck you,â you snap at Dean before you ram your elbow into his solar plexus. He winces in pain and finally releases his hold on you.Â
You take the chance and crawl away, getting on your feet as fast as you can to go for a sprint. Dean is fast and strong. You must be faster to escape him.
âY/N! Donât!â He warns, but you are halfway out of the room. You slam the door shut behind you, holding your breath as you find Sam on the ground.Â
âFuck. Sammy! He didnât lie,â you crouch down to check on Samâs pulse. Heâs out cold, but heâs breathing. âIâm so sorry, Sam. Heâs out of his mindâŠâ
âOMEGA!â
âShit,â you curse, and get back up to run along the hallways. If you can reach Sam or Castielâs room, their scent will cover your scent. âStay away from me!â
âGet back here!â
Dean chases after you. He curses under his breath as you speed up to dash toward his brotherâs room. âI can see where you are going! There is no need to hide. I only want to talk to you.â
You stop in your tracks to look over your shoulder. Dean flashes you a toothy smirk, showing off his teeth. The last time he looked at you like that was when he was a demon â and that wasnât a pleasant experience.
Dean dips his head, waiting for your next step. âChasing me around the bunker wonât make me forgive you, Dean. You know this will end badly if you donât stop right now. Iâll castrate you before I let you mate me.â
He chuckles darkly. His eyes glow, and his teeth look a little sharper when he smirks at you. âSweet little omega, Iâm going to chase you down.â
âOkay. That is enough,â you donât know what has gotten into Dean, but this is not your friend. Something is more than wrong with him, and you fear heâll go feral if you donât stop him right now. âHow about we talk this out?â
You tilt your head in submission to please the alpha. âHow about we leave talking to bookworms and losers? I have something better in mind.â
âHow about you fuck off you sonofabitch!â Your eyes widen when another Dean steps next to you to shove you behind his back. âThatâs my omega!â
âDean?â You look from the man holding a gun in his hand to the other Dean, the one chasing you around the bunker.Â
âI see you liked my face so much you had to copy it,â Dean jokes as he watches the shapeshifter smirk back at him. âTell me, when did you touch me?â
âIt was so easy. A crowded bar, with many people. I brushed past you and, voila, I knew everything about you and that sweet omega waiting to get bred,â the monster replies. âIt was so easy to get inside the bunker and knock your brother out.â
âWell, newsflash asshole, this omega is mine,â Dean fires a round at the monster, throwing another one-liner at the shapeshifter as it drops dead to the ground.
âHeâll be alright,â Dean says as you worriedly look at Sam. âI shouldâve come home sooner.â
âI shouldâve known that you would neverââ you sniff. âI ran and left Sam behind. Why did I not realize that this wasnât you? You would never want me andâŠâ
âSweetheart, we will talk about this tomorrow,â Dean places his hand on your shoulder. âFor tonight, I want you to stay with Sammy while I get rid of the shapeshifter.â
âIâŠâ you nod, even though, you wish you could confront Dean for all the things he said and did.
For tonight, you will stay with Sam and ignore the aching in your chest.
You canât help but feel sad. At least the monster wanted you.Â
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Lose It
Grand Admiral Thrawn x Female Reader
Summary: As Governor Pryce's assistant, you've had to put up with a lot of things and meet a lot of stuck up imperials with flying colors, but when Grand Admiral Thrawn lands on Lothal, you find yourself stuttering upon your words, flustered, and invited to a gala dinner that'll define your career.
Tags/warnings: SMUT. 18+ adults only. Corporate struggles, Pryce being mean, first meetings, alcohol consumption, making out, PiV sex unprotected, fingering. This is my first time in a long while writing Thrawn, so sorry if any of this is ooc.
Word count: 8042
Playlist: Lose it by Oh Wonder - and its Jerry Folk Remix for the smut đ
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With your eyes glued to the datapad, you felt as if caf would be the only thing to get you through that morning.
Sunrises on Lothal were beautiful, and yet, you were never able to enjoy them. Your desk on the seventh floor, a place relatively close to the much more humane office destined for your boss, was in a tiny reception room that had no windows; you'd have to walk a good kilometer inside the facility for you to get a glimpse of the outside world. You didn't mind the walking - it was always good for your mind whenever you felt saturated - but lately it seemed as if your boss had the uncanny ability to always demand something new from you whenever you resolved to walk out that door to do anything remotely human. Never being one to be superstitious, when it came to Governor Pryce, you wouldn't give her any more leverage.
You scoffed lightly at yourself. With the boss you had, it was a miracle the cup of caf you were drinking was actually for yourself and not for her. You had a little wager going on in your head to see what else that woman could take from you - so far, she'd already claimed your motivation and a good chunk of your faith in the Empire.
You regretted having Pryce on your thoughts when a notification pushed itself to the corner of your datapad. I'm not available, you thought to yourself, as if that had ever kept you from doing anything that was beneath you before, or worse, getting locked in a task that would absorb all your time and sucked the energy out of you like a leech. There never seemed to be an in between. You scanned the subject and, though you didn't hear alarms being set off in your mind, you did find your interest piqued.
URGENT: Imperial High Command Visit, Subject Classified. All imperial personnel directly reporting to levels SC6 and above must report to direct management for instructions.
And sure enough, you'd have no more peace for the remainder of the morning when you read that. You downed the rest of your caf and mentally braced yourself for what was to come. It wasn't uncommon for you to receive messages like that, but something big usually happened when you did, and you were used to finding out who or what it was about until the very last moments. It looked like it would simply be one of those days, so you grabbed your datapad and left your desk, making your way across the little reception room and into Pryce's office.
One thing you figured you could appreciate about Pryce was that there was never any beating around the bush, and it always made things a lot quicker, even in situations when it felt like you were having a band aid ripped from you. More like a piece of duct tape, but it was quick either way. And when you walked into her office, your back straight and gaze placed directly on your boss, donning what she would deem the desirable posture of an Imperial public servant, Pryce was already standing up from behind her desk with her blue eyes piercing into you.
Only she could make such a beautiful eye color look so menacing.
"You're here not two minutes after my comm was sent," Pryce commented. "I want that efficiency from you every day."
You were that efficient every day, but you weren't about to argue with Pryce about her short-sightedness.
"Put everything you were working with on hold for now," Pryce told you.
You didn't question the importance of the current events, but you never liked it when she told you to cast things aside to make room for her new wishes.
"I need you to send this out as a comm to all staff levels SC5 and below," Pryce handed you a drive, "and then I need you to make sure Congregation Room 2 is set to receive a minimum of seven people, but leave three extra chairs and make sure it's well stocked in refreshments. Put all my comms outside of lines 1 and 2 on standby, redirect comms from lines 4 and 6 towards you, I'm sure those are all things you can handle."
Pryce began walking past you outside of her office, leaving you to follow as you made a mental list of what she was asking.
"Do not answer any questions you're asked by anyone," Pryce continued. "At the most, tell anyone who wants to know to refer to the comm I'm asking you to send out. Now, in that hard drive you'll find the comm, two diagrams, a statement, and a final comm different to the first one which must be sent out only to levels SC6 and above - they are all in the order they're meant to be sent out and the time and date is encrypted in their properties. Stick to them like clockwork, and program anything you need ahead of time. We cannot afford mistakes, I hope I'm clear about that. Once you're done with these duties, find me. I'll need you at my side the whole day."
"Yes, Governor Pryce," you answered with your most professional tone.
Pryce stopped in front of your desk in the reception. "One more thing. Tomorrow night there will be a welcoming gala on the higher levels of the facility. I assume you have something to wear?"
"Ma'am?" You questioned, inevitably puzzled. You were open to many requests from Pryce, and while nearly nothing surprised you anymore, it really sounded like Pryce was inviting you to a fancy event.
"You won't be dancing and fine dining," Pryce sneered. "You'll be assisting me as well as the logistics staff for the event. And, I cannot repeat this with enough emphasis, we cannot afford mistakes. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," you answered again.
Pryce was about to leave the reception and finally give you room to work, but she stopped and looked at you again.
"Ah, and refill the caf pots for the entire floor, we're all going to need it," Pryce spat before finally leaving without so much as a thank you or goodbye.
Would you like me to refill the fat cats' caf pots before or after I send out a highly important, classified comm to the entire facility? It was all you could do not to roll your eyes. You didn't want any cameras catching you in the act.
Luckily, you'd gotten very good at prioritizing. The high commands could wait for their caf, and if they couldn't, they could very well brew it themselves. The first thing on the list was checking the drive Pryce had given you so that you could write out any comms and either send them or program them, so you plugged the drive into your computer. You found that one of the diagrams Pryce had told you about wasn't meant to be sent out, but rather, it was full of instructions for you. And according to those instructions, you'd have time to be a professional performing tasks worthy of her level before fulfilling a caf quest that was very much beneath you.
But the other diagram caught your eye - it was a command structure you'd never seen before. You knew many of the names on it, and when you read the one at the top, began to grasp the magnitude of what was happening at Lothal. It seemed Pryce wouldn't be the top authority on the planet anymore, she'd now be answering to someone who carried a title far more imposing than hers.
The diagram was meant to be sent out with the first comm, so you read the draft, and you didn't know whether you should panic, be excited, or hide from anyone who already recognized you as assistant to the Governor who would want privileged answers. Words like Command Structure Reformation, High Level Staff Transition, and Low-level Cost Reduction caught your eye. You'd heard whispers of new projects and seen the factories that were being built on Lothal from afar, and it seemed you were the one being tasked with telling the facility about that. But you had the hunch something like this would only leave everyone with more questions than answers. No wonder Pryce had warned you about people asking you things, but you doubted it was out of any effort to protect you. She'd essentially just asked you to keep from saying anything that might spill any secrets.
You sent out the first comm immediately and scheduled anything else for the day, including the comm about the galaâthat one got you wondering if you'd at least be paid extra, but you had little faith in that. When you were done with that, you locked the computer and removed the drive, and you took your datapad with you as well for whatever came up. You were now headed towards Congregation Room 2 to oversee its preparations, hoping to swiftly fulfill the second part of your instructions for that morning, but as you were leaving the reception room and entering the main hallway, you were abruptly almost bumped into by Pryce herself, who rushed down the hall followed by three Imperial men in high-ranking uniforms. Despite her urgency, she stopped to glare at you.
"Do not tell me you're only just finishing the comms," Pryce snarled. "Hurry up and fill the pots! Are you trying to make the staff furious?"
Without any other acknowledgement towards you, Pryce and the other imperials continued on their way. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks with the words you couldn't say to her, such as how perhaps she forgot what it was like to do routine comm writing or basically any other task the commoner would have to do any day and how long some of those could take ever since she got a high horse and an assistant. But you also knew if you stood there pondering, you'd get yelled at againâthe fact that Pryce had chosen to do that in front of others made your blood boil, but as much as you didn't appreciate being humiliated as "that aloof assistant" in front of anyone, you had things to do, lowly as they were.
Another push notification presented itself on your datapad, which you stopped in your tracks to look at.
From: Governor Pryce
On your desk I left a stack of binders for Congregation Room 2. Do not forget them.
You added that little detail to the list of things to keep track of.
With each pot of caf you filled, a tiny part in your brain wondered if anyone would notice if you spat in it. The thought amused you, but you also feared Pryce far too much to try any stunts like that. Something told you she'd notice you sabotaging a pot of caf even if she was on a different planet. You let your fantasies of getting away with mischief get you through that particularly unpleasant part of the morning and finally headed back to your desk for the binders from Pryce and then towards the congregation room, walking so fast you would run if you went any quicker. It was a miracle you didn't drop the binders in the middle of the hallway, and you were happy fate was apparently smiling at you that day to prevent any more embarrassment in front of Imperial high command.
When you arrived, you were pleased to see that the room wasn't a mess. The large table in the center was perfectly clean, with no traces of dust, and the chairs had already been pushed in and straightened out neatly. The room had that corporate smell to it that you both loved and hated, and it was so quiet that it was oddly peaceful. You liked the way the blueish-gray walls were embellished by the large paintings on the walls, one on each of the longer sides of the room. You wished you had more time to admire them both, one of the landscapes of Lotha, and the other one far more abstract with bright shades of orange, magenta, some yellow, and hints of gold on a cream-colored canvas.
You set a binder down on each spot of the table, and then you tested the light dimmers in the room. You then placed a bottle of water next to each binder, and finally, you brewed a pot of caf for the Congregation Room that you hoped would be your last, at least for that day. Still, you admitted you could use another cup of fully loaded black caf yourself.
For a while, the sound of the caf brewing was the only thing to fill your ears. You watched the rich, dark droplets falling into the pot and filling it, letting your mind get some sort of rest. You had the strange feeling that you'd been worked to the bone and yet you hadn't accomplished anything that day... that was a feeling you got very often in your job.
"Strange to see two very opposing art pieces put together in one room," a deep, male voice inundated your senses, rich and luxurious like the caf filling the pot in front of you.
Despite the voice's velvet qualities, you jumped up on the spot, startled, and you turned to face its source.
"I apologize, I did not mean to startle you," he said. He was a tall Chiss man in a white uniform, his profile frame facing you as he faced the painting of the landscape of Lothal's countryside. His posture was regal, with his hands placed behind his back, resting in lightly formed fists. "It would seem a more traditional choice to have paintings that are similar to one another, enough for them to complement but not cause any redundancy."
When he finished speaking, the man looked at you, his deep crimson gaze both gentle and penetrating on you.
"Would you agree?" He asked you.
You didn't have an idea of what to answer, and even if you did, you were stunned. You'd never crossed paths with someone like him before - his aura was intoxicating, and the fact that he had deemed you worthy of addressing spiraled in your mind. Any other imperial would have looked at you over the nose and deemed their time too important to waste on a mere assistant.
"I-I-" You paused to clear your throat, cursing your sudden inability to speak. "I have indeed seen that tendency in other places, just not here. Personally, I like the other painting a lot more."
Your mind began to race as you worried whether you were supposed to salute him or do anything, but it would depend on his rank. You figured standing up straight and not making a further fool out of yourself would suffice, but you looked over at the plaque over his chest just to be sure.
It wasn't a pattern or a rank you recognized. Had that man smitten you that hard?
He gave you the hint of a smile before turning around and looking at the other painting, the abstract piece, and he took his time to admire it. You wondered if perhaps you should offer him a cup of caf, ask him if he was there for the staff meeting, comment more on the painting... you had no clue.
But the silence was suffocating you, and you knew you wanted to hear more of his luscious voice. You looked at the plaque on his chest and took your best guess at his rank judging by the sequence of colors - you didn't get to be assistant to the Governor without memorizing imperial structure level well before.
"Admiral," you stammered minimally, "is there something I can help you with?"
Slowly, his frame turned towards you, his lips again curved ever so slightly. "It is Grand Admiral, actually."
You felt heat rushing to your cheeks - even your best guess based on your experience didn't save you from messing up in front of the greatest force of nature that facility had seen in a while.
"O-oh, I apogolize--er, apologize," you stuttered.
You wanted to scream, so you resorted to just doing it internally. It then dawned on you who this man really was based on his rank alone. The reason your morning had been so hectic was standing right there in front of you, watching you squirm. This was the man Governor Pryce would answer to from now on. Grand Admiral Thrawn. You straightened your back at the realization and bowed your head shortly before looking him in the eyes again, and much to your surprise, he seemed amused with you. Not in the high-and-mighty way, but rather, it was almost as if something about you was endearing.
"You may be at ease," Thrawn said. "I would like to hear your thoughts on this abstract piece. You said you prefer this over the other one."
You breathed in before speaking and hoped your language skills didn't fail you again, and you took just a couple of paces closer to him, allowing yourself to view the painting better.
"Well, I'm no expert," you warned.
"You do not have to be," Thrawn mused. "Appreciation of the arts can be enhanced by knowledge, but the true purpose of art is to produce sensations in the viewer. Any insight you may have to share is valuable."
You looked at the painting again and found it in yourself to relax. "I like the warmth of the colors. And their livelihood, too. It makes me think of freedom, and the gold flecks seem to speak about the beauty of that freedom, as well as the luxury of having it."
"This desire of freedom speaks to you?" He asked you.
You then realized you were talking about lacking freedom to an Imperial Grand Admiral, and you felt your already racing heart quicken.
"I'm grateful for my work and I have no complaints," you corrected despite your many complaints about your boss that morning, easing yourself back into what the painting produced within you. "It's just that... the bright pinks and oranges are hard not to notice in the middle of these gray walls... they can become confining after too many hours in them."
"Hm," Thrawn hummed. "I always prefer having a view myself. I share your sentiment."
You figured having a Grand Admiral's agreement on an art matter was the biggest compliment you'd get that day.
"Might I ask," you began, "what do you think of it?"
Thrawn side-eyed you, but the attitude with which he did it seemed pleased, as well as intrigued with you. He then looked at the painting again. "This color palette reminds me of a current I've been witnessing in none other but rebellious efforts. There is a certain diversity to it, as well as the clear nature of abstract art mirroring the rebellion itself. Your observations of the contrast of the color with the gray of our facilities and the need for freedom only confirm to me that I was not far off with my own initial interpretation."
You were dazed, and the need to speak more plunged into you like thorns.
"How interesting," you said with an airy voice. "For these sorts of emotions to be manifested to multiple people in a similar way."
"Yes," Thrawn said. "Though current context may have some influence on this... collective perception."
Before the conversation could advance, you heard the sound of Governor Pryce's voice approaching from down the hall, her words quick and frantic, clashing with your and Thrawn's aura like nails scratching smooth stone. Soon enough, Pryce appeared at the door of the room with a large number of Imperials behind her, and though she was relieved to find Thrawn there, you could tell she was displeased at the sight of you standing with him.
"Grand Admiral, please excuse the lack of hospitality," Pryce said as she glared at you.
"Not at all, Governor Pryce, I have been well-received," Thrawn said; you could have sworn you noticed him glance at you as he did.
Regardless of Thrawn trying to ease some of the weight off you, the last thing you wanted was to have Pryce suspect anything less than decent coming from you. But fortunately, you noticed Pryce scanning the room, hopefully noticing everything was set up exactly according to her instruction. And now that she had come to you, it wasn't necessary for you to go out and look for her like she'd told you earlier.
Pryce suppressed a scoff. "Yes, well, it appears this room has been prepared properly for your arrival." She then faced the rest of the Imperials behind her. "Please come in. My assistant will help accommodate you."
You understood the instruction and acknowledged Thrawn one last time before walking over to the doorway and directing multiple people towards their chairs around the table. Before Pryce took her own seat, she approached you and leaned in close to your shoulder - your mind raced with the question of whether she would congratulate or choke you.
"You are not to be left alone with the Grand Admiral again, do you understand?" She whispered, but the aggression of her tone was anything but inconspicuous.
"Yes ma'am," you acknowledged without trying to offer any explanation in return.
"Stay here at the back of the room," Pryce ordered. "Oblige to any request these officers may have. I don't want slip-ups."
"Yes, ma'am," you repeated.
"And this goes without saying, but none of what you are about to hear us discuss leaves this room," Pryce added. "This is of the highest confidentiality."
You nodded. "I understand, ma'am."
You knew Pryce was mad at finding you alone with Thrawn, but if she still kept you at that meeting, you had no reason to fear you'd be unemployed tomorrow. The meeting took hours, all through which you kindly obliged to whatever was needed from you.
And you felt crimson eyes on you all the while.
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The morning after, bright and early, you arrived at your office and noticed a surprise on your desk. Pryce was nowhere to be seen, but on top of the stack of folders and datapads waiting for you to check on them, there was a bag over your desk with a delicate parchment on it that had your name written in ink. It looked large enough to hold a gown, and you remembered Pryce had mentioned something about you having an outfit for the welcoming gala you'd attend that night.
Pryce got me a dress? Employer review season must be coming up.
You pushed the jokes aside in your brain and decided to be more appreciative. Besides, it was far more likely Pryce would rather give you what she wanted you to wear before risking letting you make a poor fashion choice, thus surely rendering the welcoming gala a complete, unsaveable failure.
You took the parchment from the bag and noticed the other side of it had more writing on it.
Art deserves to be appreciated.
You felt your heart skip a beat and the oxygen leaving your head. That dress wasn't from Pryce, it was from Thrawn. It made you all the more motivated to unzip the dress bag and look at what was inside, and you felt your breath leaving your body when you saw the exquisite black fabric of the long gown. The outer layer of the dress was primarily lace, with sequins and beads very discreetly forming delicate flower forms every few inches. You knew it was high couture when your fingertips brushed the fabric, the quality evident under your touchâyou tried not to think how much it cost.
Were you even supposed to accept a gift like that? You werenât sure. It might not even fit, and even if it did, maybe you were expected to return it after the gala.
But who were you to refuse a request from a Grand Admiral? Itâs not as if Pryce hadnât told you to oblige to anything those Imperials the day before, and to your knowledge, that included Thrawn.
That day at work didnât have you running up and down the facility like the day before, constantly required at Pryceâs side, beck, and call, but the workload didnât stop. Between comms regarding structure changes, further details being given to the public, overseeing preparations for the gala and familiarizing yourself with the guestlist of the event, and the routine work you always did day to day for Pryce, you were hardly able to leave your desk.
But all that made the end of the day much sweeter, and when you were off your shift, you hurried home with the gown in hand. Quickly, you showered, dried your hair and styled it for the night, dolled yourself up with makeup and perfume, and at last, it was time for the dress. You were suddenly nervous about the dress not fitting, but when you tried it on, it slipped on you with ease and hugged your silhouette beautifully. The crop of the dress was perfect for your body type, and it accentuated your curves in all the right places.
Either Thrawn had someone investigate all your measurements to find the perfect fit, or he was able to eye you up and down and determine that for himself. Either way, your heart began to race. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât like the attention you were getting.
You grabbed a pair of shoes that went well with the dress and added some finishing touches to yourself, and you still had about an hour to spare before the time Pryce had asked you to be at the facility pre-event. You were out your door regardless. You figured, for an event like that, arriving sooner couldnât hurt if only it meant having a bit more control over it.
As Pryceâs assistant, youâd been to the higher levels of the capitol a few times before for events of the sort, but youâd never seen the place decorated like it was now. The burgundy walls looked even more opulent with the warm golden lighting, and there were several tables laid out around a dance floor, each one decorated with similar burgundy, wine, and gold motifs with extravagant floral centerpieces and delicate glassware for each member that would occupy a spot in them. At the head of the dance floor there was an elongated table whose decoration matched that of the others, with exactly seven seats on it. Your chest fluttered when you glanced at the middle seat. Your day of overseeing preparations for the event had made you all too familiar with who would be occupying that spot.
You still had a job to do. You made sure the logistics team was spot on with last-minute arrangements, verifying there was enough food and wine for everyone who would be there. You went to confirm that every sound, music, and holo-projection worked properly and no one would be embarrassed on behalf of technical difficulties. Because of you, everything was spot-on well before any guests started arriving.
Timely as always, the first one to do so was Pryce. She donned an elegant gown, but as elegant as she looked, she still had that authoritarian air to her, rather than the aura of someone who went to enjoy herself. And she looked around the room not turning up her nose at anything; it seemed she was satisfied with your work for the time being. She walked up to you, and although youâd done a good job, you knew not to expect congratulations from her.
âPerform routine checks every fifteen minutes,â she instructed. âLight, sound, refreshments, staffâwe need full stock at all times.â
âYes, maâam,â you replied.
It was only then that Pryce stopped and looked at you up and down.
âWhere did you get a gown like that?â She questioned. âYou look like a guest.â âIt just happened to be lying around,â you answered. No way were you about to tell her it was a gift from Thrawn.
âYes, well, good on you for matching the eventâs elegance,â Pryce said. âI shall leave you to your duties. I need to receive the guests at the door, but youâll need to take them to their places.â
If you didnât know any better, youâd swear Pryce had just complimented you in some way. Regardless, you obliged to her orders and powered up your datapad to view the seating charts, and soon enough, everyone began to arrive. You were grateful youâd chosen a comfortable pair of shoes for the night, otherwise your feet would have already been killing you from walking up and down the room taking everyone to their places. You were unaware of how much time had gone past, but it seemed like youâd successfully gotten almost everyone to their chairs. The next time you were at the entrance to receive your next guest, you glanced down at your datapad to get a clearer vision of how many seats were still empty.
You then looked up to find crimson eyes staring at you, and you were unable to control the smile that curved your lips. In turn, Thrawnâs gaze traced your entire silhouette, and the intoxicating scent of your perfume didnât escape him. His faint smile held triumph; he was always pleased when his plans worked out according to his machination.
âMay I lead you towards your seat?â You asked him.
He nodded and, to your surprise, Thrawn held out his arm bent at a right angle and offered it to you. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him, puzzled.
âA lady must never cross a ballroom such as this unescorted,â he said to you.
If you hadnât been working that night, you already would have given out.
You obliged to Thrawnâs offer and linked your arm in his as you led him towards the long table at the top of the dance floor. It was hard to ignore the looks you were getting, and you were privy to the confusion in the eyes of many of the people who were looking your way, no doubt questioning themselves why such a lovely lady at the arm of the Grand Admiral was also clearly an employee. You were certain that if they hadnât already seen you leading them to their spots with a datapad in your hands, you would have been mistaken for Thrawnâs plus one.
You reached the table and gestured at the middle seat, where Thrawn sat in all his regality. With a final nod of acknowledgement, you smiled at him and made your way back towards the entrance, aware of the fact that you swayed your hips slightly more than usual as you walked away.
Hours wore on. Your management of the event was spotless, and everything was on schedule. The food during dinner was warm, and no one was left waiting obscenely long for a refill of their drink. Speeches were made by the staff, including Pryce and Thrawn himself, talking not only about the supremacy of the Empire but also the great plans they had in mind for Lothalâbut youâd already heard enough of that during the meeting the day before.
After dinner and all the formalities, the gathering turned more festive and people took to the dance floor to sway to the elegant string music. From that point on, the night also relaxed for you and the rest of the staff, as everyone was mostly just minding their own business. You stood at the corner of the room watching as everyone danced, and you couldnât help but search for Thrawn with your gaze. A part of you hoped not to find him dancing with another lucky woman, but you shook the thought away. He wasnât on the dance floor anyway.
In fact, you couldnât spot him anywhere.
Your thoughts were interrupted when Pryce rushed to you, seemingly concerned.
âYou need to get General Perkins some water, now,â she said.
You nodded and pulled your datapad out. âGetting a waiter on it nowââ
âNo,â Pryce interrupted. âNo, the man is drunk out of his mind. I fear what heâll do if heâs confronted by a waiter. You at least look the part of a partygoer.â
âO-okay,â you obliged.
âHurry,â Pryce growled before walking off.
You partly understood the urgency; you didnât want a drunk imperial on your hands either. You hurried over to the bar and filled two glasses with water and carried both on a tray with your data pad on the other hand. You tried to make your way around the dance floor, but everyone was gathered around the tables at the edges, and from afar, you noticed General Perkins already beginning to swoon in his seat, his eyes threatening to close as he laughed absently.
Yeah, no wonder Pryce had told you to hurry. The dance floor wasnât as crowded anywayâyou figured you had better chances going through it.
You came to regret your decision when, halfway across the dancefloor, another less than graceful Imperial general crashed into you. You managed to keep your balance and not fall, but your datapad was knocked out of your hand and slammed to the floor loudly. The water from both of the glasses splashed all over you, and the glasses shattered on the floor scandalously followed by the clanking of the silver tray after them.
Everyone around you took several steps back, leaving you exposed. The general whoâd crashed into you disappeared without acknowledging you, and you were the sole center of embarrassment, feeling as the blood rushed to your face. You wanted to hide, but multiple pairs of eyes pierced into you, judging you, whispering amongst themselves words you didnât even want to speculate.
Pryce rushed towards you and glanced at the scene before glaring straight into your soul.
âYouâre fired,â she spat, and as she left, she gestured at two nearby waiters to clean up the mess.
Your chest heaved up and down as you processed what had just happened, and just as you were about to run away from the scene, you felt your hand being taken and an arm gripping swiftly at your waist. You gasped when Thrawn came into your view in front of you, holding you up despite what had just happened, and you could almost feel everyoneâs soul leaving their body. Before Thrawn met your gaze, he looked over at the band and with a single nod instructed them to begin playing. When the music resumed, Thrawnâs gaze finally met yours, and he led you across the dance floor, spinning you and waltzing with you, becoming one with the music.
Your jaw dropped, and your eyes on him were dreamy. âWhy are you doing this?â
He smiled at you, purposefully spinning the two of you more elaborately. âDance, my darling. Dance.â
Exhaling all the tension in your chest, you smiled up at Thrawn and let him dance you away.
Around you, couples began to swarm to the dance floor once more minding the waiters cleaning up the shattered glass. In the second plane, you could hear the drunken general already making a mess, but that wasnât your problem anymore now that Pryce had fired you. You simply let Thrawn lead the way, and when you werenât dancing with him, you were at his side with your arm in his, holding a glass of champagne in your free hand that you never would have gotten as an assistant, and you actually found it in yourself to enjoy the evening.
When it was late, Thrawn led you outside to the courtyard. You both stopped and looked each other in the eyesâhe towered over you, and you loved that. You smiled softly at him, eyes seemingly sparkling in the dark.
âThank you for what you did back there,â you said.
Thrawnâs faint smile widened almost imperceptibly. âMy pleasure.â
You looked down, blushing. âThank you for the gown, too.â
Thrawn gave a low chuckle. âYou look exquisite in it.â
A thought formed in the back of your mind at what heâd just said, and suddenly you found blood rushing between your legs at the idea of you being outside of the beautiful gown.
âShall I take you home?â He asked you.
Your heart sank, but just as you were about to accept, you noticed Thrawn moving himself closer to you, his hand moving up to your cheek to gently brush your skin.
âOr perhaps⊠you would like to accompany me?â Thrawn suggested.
You knew you could say no, but every fiber of your body wanted to follow him wherever he could take you. Slowly, you nodded, desire already flooding your gaze, and the transition from the courtyard to his private quarters went by in a blur. You felt slightly out of touch when you stood in the opulent living room, unsure of what to doâyouâd never done anything of the sort before. The place was absolutely beautiful, though, with a regal blue and silver color palette and a large window overlooking the entire Lothal skyline. The furniture inside was of the highest grade, and there were multiple paintings, crafts, and sculptures decorating the place. Not even in your wildest dreams did you picture yourself standing in a place like that, but regardless, there you were.
Thrawn gestured at the couch in front of an automatic fireplace that ignited when you sat, and he disappeared for a few moments only to return with two glasses of wine. He sat next to you, handing you your glass, setting his cup on the caf table as you took a sip from your cup. That was the best wine youâd ever tasted.
After a few moments in silence, Thrawn took your cup and placed it on the table next to his. His hands went up to cup your face where his fingertips could gently brush the hair growing out of the nape of your neck, and he leaned in to kiss your lips. You sighed into his touch and let him in. your hands brushed up his arms and past his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his upper back. Part of you expected him to push forward and take you there on that couch, but you felt Thrawn standing and pulling you along with him, pausing his kiss to lead you across the room towards his chamber. The bedroomâs opulent aesthetic matched that of the living room, and when you both entered, you noticed Thrawn pressing a control on the walls that lowered a solid gray curtain over the large window and dimmed the lights.
It was then that your gaze fell on the large bed at the center of the room, causing you to whimper softly in anticipation. You heard Thrawn chuckle softly behind you as he approached you with his fingertips softly tracing up the sides of your arms, landing at your shoulders. He swept your hair away from your neck and you felt his breath fanning over your skin, flooding you with shivers in the best way possible.
âYou are gorgeous,â Thrawn whispered before kissing you just below your ear. He trailed his kisses down towards your collarbone, stopping where the fabric of your gown began only to make his way back up. You sighed in pleasure as you relished in every tingling sensation left by his lips, and before long, you felt Thrawnâs fingers beginning to undo the zipper at the side of your gown.
You felt the fabric of your dress becoming loose on your body, and as Thrawn continued to lavish your skin, he carefully slipped the dress down your curves. Your body was now exposed, with the only item of fabric left on you being a delicate pair of panties. You turned around on the spot and faced him, watching as his eyes brushed through every inch of your body with hunger. His hands were now on your waist pulling you closer to him again, and he kissed your lips with a brighter fire than before. Your hands snaked up his chest and landed behind his neck, your fingertips playing with his skin just above the rim of his neckline. Thrawn looked handsome in his white uniform, but you wanted him to be naked too.
You wondered if he could read your mind, because as you continued to kiss, Thrawn undid the buttons of his blazer and he cast it aside, proceeding to remove the shirt that covered his skin. With a light moan, you let your hands roam free towards his trousers and undid the belt, button, and zipper, and soon enough, heâd lost all the clothing on his body. You felt his fingertips curling around your panties, spreading the fabric enough to pull it down and let it fall at your feet. His hands explored your curves before he led you towards the bed, letting you lie on your back and taking his place beside you, his broad frame hovering over you.
He kissed your lips again, and you sank into the mattress below as you felt your body shiver with his touch. Thrawnâs fingertips had found your inner thighs, tracing ever so softly and igniting your senses, prompting you to spread your legs nice and slow as he continued to tease the sensitive skin leading up between your legs. You felt your pulse come alive in your clit, aching for his touch, hoping he wouldnât keep you waiting for so long. Thrawn had been such a gentleman ever since youâd met⊠surely he wouldnât let you down when heâd already been doing so well.
Thrawnâs lips curved into a seductive smile, and finally, he traced a sole fingertip from your entrance and up your cunt, dragging the wetness over your sensitive flesh. You couldnât help the ecstatic moan that left you, and Thrawn wasted no more time. With precision, he began to rub circles around your clit slowly, letting you feel everything. As your breath deepened, your body started squirming under him, a sight he welcomed with lust. His lips were on yours again, and you kissed him hungrily. Your pants became shorter with every moment that passed, already nearing your release.
But as much as Thrawn wanted you, he wouldnât be impatient. He would take his time, do it right, the way he approached everything else. His fingers gave your clit a rest, making you whimper in the absence of his touch. Thrawn emerged from your lips and looked into your eyes as he took his fingers down and placed them at your entrance, sliding one slender, long finger inside you and curling it, pressing your sweetest spot. Pleasure instantly flooded your senses, and you felt as if youâd just had a secret revealed to you of the magnitude of the universe itself.
No one had ever made you feel that way.
You grind your hips against his hand, aching for more friction, and Thrawn obliged. The pace with which he fingered you increased just slightly, applying more pressure to set your mind ablaze, and the rest of his hand pressed slightly on your clit, giving you some very welcome sensations on the pearl of nerves. Your tiny whimpers escalated in pitch and in frequency the closer you got, with your hands gripping his hair behind his head, until soon you felt yourself tightening around his finger and your body quivering. Your whimpers became uncontrollable moans, each filled with burning ecstasy. Your head pressed back onto the pillow, and as your body shook, you felt your wetness dripping out between your legs as you rode out your orgasm, never wanting it to stop.
Before you were overstimulated, Thrawn retrieved his hand and pulled you towards him. Now he was lying on his back and you were sitting on the bed, panting to catch your breath. He pulled you closer, prompting you to get on top of him, and you stopped only momentarily to gasp at his erection, long and hard and ready for you. You placed your hands firmly on his muscular chest, steadying yourself, and you opened your legs and shimmied down until you felt his tip at your entrance.
A short moan escaped Thrawn when you slid yourself down on him. You were slow, taking in every moment you could as he stretched you out inside, painful and beautiful all at once. His length was fully inside you, and with a firm grip on your hips, Thrawn thrust up and down, beginning at a slow, luxurious pace. You threw your head back, moaning, then looked down to bask in the sight of his muscular build clenching and relaxing with his movements. You bent over and let your lips kiss whatever spot of Thrawnâs skin was in reach, and the new position gave you a mind-blowing angle for his length to lavish your inner walls, brushing past the spots heâd already left so sensitive from your previous orgasm. Thrawnâs pace quickened, nuzzling your face so that your lips could find his, and locked in a kiss, you continued basking in the bliss.
His hands then firmly grasped your ass and he turned you over on the bed, now on top of you. While Thrawnâs pace had initially been that of a gentleman, slow and at your service, you could tell heâd decided to let go of any bars holding him. His hips hammered into you faster, his teeth baring in a hungry grimace as a single low growl escaped him, and in return, you whimpered delicately as you let him have his way with you. Thrawn was moving faster than you ever could have thought possible for any man, but even that thought would be erased from your mind when you saw white. Your long, ecstatic moans filled the entirety of his quarters when your walls clenched around his girth and your body quaked underneath him, with his name and his rank escaping you loosely before those words became nothing but helpless little whines.
As Thrawn felt himself approaching his release, he lowered himself down on you to kiss your lips. You whimpered into him just as your second orgasm had died down, escalating obscenely quickly into a third one, the sensations peaking when your orgasm blended with his and you felt him release inside you before he relaxed his body on top of you.
After such an endeavor, you had no headspace left for anything but lying there beside him. You heard Thrawn whisper a few words to you, but you couldnât make sense of any of what he said. The last thing you could register as you curled up on your side was the feeling of a blanket being draped over you and a pair of lips softly pressing a kiss to your forehead, and after that, you were done for the night.
Your sleep was dreamless, and when you woke up the morning after, you didnât see Thrawn beside you. As you sat up, you felt a beautiful lingering soreness between your legs, and you couldnât help but giggle to yourself as you remembered the events of the previous night, not just your time alone with Thrawn, but everything that led up to it. The curtain had been lifted from the window, and you saw outside that the sun was well up in the sky, and yet, you didnât have a worry in the world.
You got out of the bed with the blanket wrapped around your body, and on the nightstand, you noticed a tray with a piece of bread, a glass of juice, and a tiny vase with a single red rose on it. You grinned brightly and felt your cheeks getting hot, and you reached for the little parchment that rested beside the plate of bread, smiling as you read the fine calligraphy.
Have a beautiful day. See you tonight.
You lay on the bed again, smiling with a dreamy sigh and holding the parchment in your hand as you let your mind wonder what youâd do with your newfound time and freedom until the night came and you could see your lover again.
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You're Different
Crosshair x Reader
Summary- Ever since Crosshair made a snide comment about leaving a team member to die, you've had a lingering thought. Even though you knew he loved you, doubts rose.
A/N- Crosshair is my favorite clone, but also hard to write. Apologies if he's OOC! Feel free to LMK how I can improve XoXo
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"Well I think you're letting your personal feelings get involved. You're just guilty because you left Echo at the Citatdel. Oh, I don't blame you. I'd have left him for dead too..."
The words sent chills down your spine. You couldn't pinpoint why. Crosshair says rash things all the time. He's always cold and negative, secretly you love it about him. But, leaving a team member- a brother for dead? Just because?
Well... he'd never do that to you, right? Crosshair loves you, you know that. But what was he capable of doing when he put his 'personal feelings' aside?
You came back to reality when Hunter instructed everyone to scout the area, look for a better way up the mountain into the tower.
You hurried in your step to walk next to Crosshair, something he preferred to keep you safer. His hands tightly gripped his rifle, a subtle way, you noticed, to release his anger.
He kept a keen eye for any kind of disturbance, more on edge than usual. You noticed, but was at a loss for how to bring it up. Your doubts clouded you.
'I'd have left him for dead too...' You brought a hand up to tug at your glove nervously. You couldn't even focus on the mission, 'Well I think you're letting your personal feelings get involved.' You had to clear your head, he wasn't talking about you. He would never.
Your head shot up at the yell of your name, followed by- 'Crosshair, scout the East terrain, we will go West." Hunter commanded.
"Yes, sir." You responded instinctively, Crosshair nodding and turning.
You didn't even notice that Crosshair stopped and waited for you to catch up. You squinted your eyes behind your helmet and pushed back any thoughts.
Everything went smooth for a minute, silence consuming the air. Just the gentle sound of rocks crunching under your feet. It helped you shift your focus back to your surroundings, eyes searching for any intruders or a possible entrance to the tower.
While it was usually a calm and comfortable silence between you two, this was not. The air was thick, and needed cutting. You wondered if he noticed it as well.
"What's wrong with you?" His gravel voice started. He did notice it...
You snapped in his direction, you could practically see his scowl through his helmet.
"Nothing. I'm fine." You continued to walk.
"Stop that, we don't do the whole 'lie' thing." He was right, he always seemed to be. You could hear him fiddling with his rifle, but you didn't turn to look at him.
"Lets just focus on the mission, I wouldn't want my 'personal feelings' to get in the way." You said, picking up your step. You hated the way you jumped to conclusions. Sarcasm drips from your words. Passive aggressiveness was something you and Crosshair shared with many people, but rarely each other.
"Cut the shit." He said, grabbing your forearm. This took you by surprise, but it shouldn't have. He made sure to glance around the area, then took off his helmet.
"What Cross?" You were sour, having been lost in your thoughts.
You took off your helmet as well, then crossed your arms. You challenged him with a look in the eyes.
"It doesn't take my defect to know something is bothering you. We can't let it affect the mission. What is it?" He says fiercely. While he did seem pretty rude and demanding, it was more care then he'd show anyone else.
"So it's just about this mission?" Damn it, why would you say that. Especially after Crosshair was actually trying to find out what was wrong.
He scoffs and leans against a large rock. "Fine, screw up the mission for all I care." He puts a pick in between his teeth, then cocks his rifle. You don't flinch a bit when he shoots a small surveillance droid behind your left shoulder. You keep your eyes trained on his.
"I wouldn't leave you." He says, chewing on the pick, and lowering the rifle.
"Wha-"
"I know when something is bothering you."
"Yeah but, how-" He cuts you off again, stepping close to you. inches away.
"I'm always watching." He says, a smirk present.
You give him a playful smack on the arm, he just laughs. With a sigh the situation becomes serious again.
"Really?" You looked up at him,
"I was just trying to get under Rex skin. You know we don't leave brothers behind." You smiled, bigger than you had all day.
"What if I was a reg?" You say, now pulling at his arm so he was closer.
"But you're not, you're different." He points out, flicking his pick to the ground.
He deeply inhaled through his nose, pressing his forehead down onto yours. You were silent and still after closing your eyes to enjoy the moment.
Suddenly you heard a third parties movement. You dropped into a squat, Crosshair bringing his rifle to balance on your shoulder plate. The two of you worked in perfect unison.
It was just Wrecker.
"What are you two doing?" He asks, dumbfounded on what he walked upon.
"Uhm, nothing. This side's clear." You said, slowly turning around.
Crosshairs rifle was still cocked and ready with his finger on the trigger. Even in the heat of the moment, he was able to defend.
You swallowed, thinking about how attractive he was in that second.
"Hunter needs us back at the cliff. They found a way in." Wrecker says before heading off.
"We're coming." Crosshair says, annoyed.
You turn and smile at him before putting your helmet back on.
He does the same and follows closely behind you.
"Hey," He starts, grabbing your attention. "You can pull that with anyone you want, but next time just tell me. It goes a lot faster that way." Crosshair was sweet and gentle in his own way. He was saying 'I love you.'
"I love you too, Cross."
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I'm not super proud of this one, I think I rushed it. I love Crosshair sm, but I have no idea how to write him.
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Lend a Hand
C/w: Unhealthy behavior, probably OOC Ayato Kamisato, yandere Ayato Kamisato, fem reader A/n: So like⊠The amount of times I burst out laughing at the imagery. Anyway, enjoy a little story about how our blue-haired gentleman attempts to hold your hand. Or rather, he wants you to hold his hand, out of your own accord. Some guest appearances here and there from other characters too. Just more yandere Ayato. Kind of a continuation from Cats vs Dogs.
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If anyone were to ask the heir of the Kamisato clan the reason why he has a certain fondness for dogs, he could list off multiple reasons off the top of his head.
âTaroumaru. Hand.â
The dignified owner of the Komore Teahouse obeys the verbal command and rests one of his fluffy paws onto the waiting palm of the Kamisato heir. Had it been anyone lesser who had given the order, the retired Shiba warrior would have shown them exactly who they were messing with.
âGood,â Ayato complimented, shaking the dogâs paw gently before departing the tea house without another word, much to Taroumaru's curiosity.
A charming gentleman such as Ayato Kamisato generally has no problem getting people to follow his directions. Why would they, when they well know he always has their best interests in mind?
âThoma.â
The Kamisatoâs loyal housekeeper flinches and turns around, greeting Ayato with a nervous yet quick bow. Thoma then stands up straight and smiles brightly, looking less like a servant and more like a friend. âYes, my Lord?â
Ayato places a hand out, palm up. âHand.â
The two have an odd relationship, something you've noticed during your stay here in the Kamisato Estate. Sometimes, the idea of them being more than master and servantâ perhaps even more than mere friendsâ has floated through your mind on multiple occasions upon witnessing the sight of them together. Yet, as with a lot of other things, youâd rather concern yourself with more important matters than what kind of relationship your husband has with others. So long as he doesnât have any affairs, of course.
âUh⊠Okay?â
Though hesitant, Thoma successfully places his hand on top of Ayato's palm. Like with Taroumaru, Ayato gives Thoma a small hand shake.
âGood,â the heir says before letting go of Thoma's hand and heading off in the opposite direction.
Thoma stares between his hand and Ayato's back before shrugging and going back to his cleaning duties. This isn't the first time Ayato has done something strange, after all. At least the young lord didn't force him to try some weird combination like last time⊠replacing the boba in milk tea with natto⊠AughâŠ
Dogs, with their unwavering loyalty and admirable obedience, tend to be quite upfront with their personalities. Their eyes are clear and their expressions are telling. Cats, on the other handâŠÂ
Your husband finds you in the garden, halfway up the furthest wall, hands gripping tightly on the vines. You strain a bit as you reach for the next vine.
â(Y/n).â
You jolt and turn around, eyes wide. You quickly hop down and gather yourself, dusting off your clothes before standing up straight and clearing your throat. You give a slight bow, a polite greeting from wife to husband as if you hadnât just tried to escape the estate grounds.
âHusband.â
Seldom do you pay attention to his faceâ because why would you need to?â but ever since your husband had annoyingly insisted on you utilizing his name in address whenever he calls out yours, you've started to notice how his ever-present smile paired with those scarily murky purple eyes tends to crack a bit whenever you refuse to do as he says.
Somehow, it tickles you in a strange way whenever you see these little chips in his perfectly polite expression. They remind you heâs human. And perhaps⊠you might have a little bit of fun testing his patience.
â(Y/n),â Ayato tilts his head. âYou may use my name as you please.â
âThank you. I am aware, Husband.â
Another crack. âHm.â
Ayato examines you from head to toe. His eyes trail from your hair to your eyes to your mouth before jumping down to your outfit. Your outfit is that of Inazuman attire with a short sleeve and short skirt rather than the long dresses he normally sees you in. Your legs are covered with dark tights, for modesty. Following your unusual outfit, are shoes meant for running and climbing with long strides rather than walking around with small steps. While he adores the way you look in the yukatas and kimonos and other traditional garments, this current look certainly fits the hidden personality you still refuse to show your husband.
âHow refreshing,â Ayato canât help but comment. âIs there a special occasion for this attire of yours that I'm unaware of?â
You canât help but cover an arm over your chest and cross the other over the lower half of your body. What a lecherous man! Just because I'm your wife doesn't mean you're allowed to rack your dirty eyes all over me. Hmph!
Doing your best to keep the grimace off your face and relaxing your arms, you answer, âNot at all, Husband.â
âIs that so? Then, may I inquire exactly what you were doing here at the furthest wall of the garden? And without an attendant, no less.â
You purse your lips, rummaging through your head for the right words to use in this situation... Ayato allows you a few moments to mull over your words. Will you lie to him? Will you tell him the truth?
You come to a conclusion that would benefit the both of you. You point up at the wall, your face covered with your perfected doll face. âI wanted to go outside.â
Ayato blinks at your frankness. âAnd you⊠were planning to climb the wall?â
âYes.â
Why did you tell the truth? Well, you knew better than to lie to the heir of the Kamisato clan, one of the most prestigious families in Inazuma with connections you couldn't dare imagine. The Holy Dogs may be strong in their own right, but they are simply a branch under the family. Not to mention, this course of action is in line with your obedient image.
Despite your neutral face, Ayato can spy the glint of rebellion in your eyes. Was your answer a challenge? To prompt him to do something? Oh my⊠How cute.
Much to your surprise, your keen eyes watch the edges of his polite smile curl just a little more upwards and his lips part just the slightest whisper as if heâs barely keeping himself from grinning and showing off his fangs. It sets the hairs of your skin straight up, forcing you to retreat.
âI, um, realize the error of my ways,â you stutter, giving another bow. âI shall head back inside. Please forgive me, Husband. It wonât happen again.â
Stupid! Why am I apologizing to him of all people!? Itâs because of him Iâve been stuck inside! If it werenât for the Elders, Iâd- Hmph! Why is he so scary??
With your eyes on the grass, you barely make it past him with a couple of steps when he says, âHold on for just one moment, dear wife.â
You freeze in your tracks. âY-yes, Husband?â
He hums. âI shall forgive you and forget what Iâve just seen-
You internally give a sigh of relief. Prematurely.
â-if⊠you call me by name from now on, (Y/n).â
You twist around and look at him horrified. The moment you meet his eyes, you remember to hide your expression behind your doll face. âIs⊠is that necessary, Husband?â
Ayato places a hand over the bottom half of his face, posing like a thinker, but really heâs hiding the almost toothy grin behind his sleeve. His eyelids lower, almost looking at you like a hunter who has gotten ahold of his prey.
Although⊠is it not exactly so?
âIf not, well,â he says, looking off to the side in a wondering manner, his tone playful. âI suppose the Elders may have a field day knowing my wife has a tendency to escape? Or that she doesnât feel the need to inform her servants due to⊠perhaps the inadequacy of the servants of the Kamisato clan?â
You stiffen and gulp. How dare you!? You want to scream at him, but alas you must keep your obedient image. This is nothing, you begin to convince yourself. There are certainly worse things a husband can blackmail his wife to do.
You clear your throat. âT-thank you, Husâ... Mm⊠Ay⊠Ayato.â
You quickly bow and head back inside the house in a hurry.
âGood,â he compliments in a whisper you can't hear. You cannot see his expression from where you are but his face has completely cracked. His teeth are fully on display and his eyes filled with ecstasy as the sound of your voice speaking his name rewinds over and over in his head..
So a cat can certainly be trained⊠given the right circumstances. HmâŠ
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You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the delightful smells of various kinds of foods lining up the streets.
You turn towards your companion with an excited expression, only to remember that your companion is the heir to the Kamisato clan, your husband, and that you are merely his wife, a bride from one of the branches of the Holy Dogs that lie beneath the clan, brought together by artificial ties rather than something romantic like fate. You throw back up your mask and say, âThank you for bringing me out here, Hu⊠Ayato.â
Strangely, his smile cracks a bit. âOf course, (Y/n).â
âA-YA-TOOO. WHAT UP, BROOO?â
Like a bull crashing through a glass, a boisterous man with long white hair accompanied by two red horns on his head suddenly appears in front of you both. His grin shows off his fangs. His outfit exposes a very large part of his chest, which makes some heat travel up to your cheeks.
âO-oni?â you squeak, connecting the dots between the horns, the fangs, and the red markings all over the exposed parts of the manâs body. Your eyes find it hard to rest anywhere on the manâs entire being but somehow they refuse to look at anything else.
âItto,â Ayato greets warmly. He steps in front of you, almost covering your line of sight with his back. The blue of his uniform settles your nerves and mind, thus allowing your irritation to return with how this simple act of his could calm you down. âHow are you?â
âIâm fine, thank you oh so very much. Say, whoâs the girl with you, bro? Havenât seen her around before,â Itto says, shifting side to side trying to get a good look at the pretty lady behind Ayato.
Ayato steps aside and shows you off, with an arm hovering around your backside. âItto, this is my wife, (Y/n). (Y/n), this isââ
âWHAT!? I didnât know you were married, bro! Since when!?â Itto doesnât wait for an answer, instead holding a hand right out to you. âNice to meet ya, (Y/n)! Iâm Itto Arataki, or Arataki Itto, whateverâs more convenient for ya. The one and oniâ only head of the Arataki gang! The Oni Sumo King! The Pride of Oni! The-â
âI believe my wife gets the idea,â Ayato cuts in.
âUh⊠uh huh,â you manage to utter, bamboozled for a moment. You take Ittoâs waiting hand and give it a hardy shake, as much as you can with your human strength. âN-nice to meet you, um, Mr. Arataki!â
âMr. Ara-taki? Huh. As good as that sounds⊠you can just call me Itto! Or bro! A bro of my bro is a bro of mine too.â
His sparkling eyes prompt a response from you. âUm, alright, Itto,â you politely respond.
CrAacKk.
Upon audibly hearing a crack, you examine your surroundings but find nothing out of place in this bustling crowd. No broken vases or whips or anything of the sort that could produce such a sound. Thatâs strange⊠Was it your imagination? Maybe youâve stayed inside for way too long⊠Good thing youâre out here then! A member of the Holy Dogs shouldnât be losing her touch, after all.
âNow that weâve exchanged introductions, I believe we must depart. Pardon us,â Ayato says with a strained voice, wrapping an arm around your waist and turning around to head towards another direction.
âHuh? Wait a secondââ Itto says, but his voice gets easily drowned out.
With the bustle and largeness of the crowd on this street, you and Ayato are quickly walled off from Ayatoâs friend as he leads you away before you could utter a word. Once you realize the proximity of your bodies, your cheeks start to heat up and you quickly make larger strides with your footsteps to escape his half embrace. He does nothing to stop you, content with walking behind you just a step or two in distance.
Why is he walking behind me? That's so weird! You think as you huff and puff, arms crossed as you speed towards a bridge. Ugh! Why is my husband so weird? Shouldn't he insist I walk behind him? That's the custom, isn't it? Wait a second⊠Is he letting me make mistakes on purpose?Â
You stop and turn towards him with a neutral face. He stops and looks at you with a tilted head, curious. He looks so innocentâŠ
What a bastard! You think, before you continue and walk on the wooden planks of the bridge.
CrAcK!
â!â One of your feet accidentally goes through a hidden soft spot, much to your horror. Terrified, you turn towards your husband, the only one in sight, and open your mouthâ
Wait a second. I am a daughter of the Holy Dogs! What the hell am I doing!? I am (Y/n) Kamisato, not some damsel in distress. I must've grown soft! I don't need anyone's help!
You opt not to make a single peep. Fallen on the ground on your hands and knees, you place your hands on the surrounding wood to pull your leg upâ only to hear more cracks of the wooden bridge and a sudden drop of your leg further through the hole your foot is stuck in. Any more movement and you risk destroying the rest of the bridge and dropping entirely into the water a kilometer below. You grit your teeth in frustration as you try to figure out how to get yourself out of this mess.
Your husband quickly closes the distance between you two, concern marring his face. â(Y/n),â he says, holding a hand out for you. âTake myââ
Don't get any closer!â you snap. âI just⊠I just need a moment.â
CrAcK!
Your foot falls in deeper, now taking your entire leg. The surrounding wooden planks feel moist, wet even, much to your discomfort. This is one of the newly refurbished bridges, so surely it must be the fault of heavy rain that came by a few days ago, along with a lack of proper lacquering.
â(Y/n), please take my hand before you fall into the river.â
You shake your head, placing your hands on other places and attempt to pull yourself up. âNo. I canââ
CrAaaaaCK...
You close your eyes and inhale sharply before glaring at his outstretched hand. It is covered in a black satin glove, his fingers long and slender. There is a certain tension of the tendons from where his half-exposed palm meets his wrist just before the rest of the arm is covered by his sleeve, exposing the fruit of wielding the sacred sword thousands of times.
For a momentâ just for a momentâ a image of this one hand holding both of your wrists together enters your mind.
Disgusted at yourself for such an inappropriate thought at such an inappropriate time, you quickly shake your head to rid yourself of the image. This gets interpreted by your husband as a refusal.
â(Y/n).â
A glance up at his face, sends your eyes back to his hand. His smile is no longer present, his lips pursed in a frown. His eyebrows are level but the inner edges are slightly downward. His eyes⊠they⊠frighten you. Or rather⊠they do something to you that doesn't feel very appropriate for this dire situation you're currently stuck in. Did he have to deepen his voice in such a strained manner? What are you? A disobedient puppy?
You reluctantly take his hand and he whisks you right out with little to no strength into a princess carry. âWhoa!â
Ayato walks off the bridge onto solid ground before you could comprehend what just happened. Looking back, you find the bridge intact, the wooden planks outside of the immediate area of the hole you dropped in quite dry. Physics wasn't exactly high on the list of things the Elders focused on educating, bogged down by subjects like flower arranging or bridal duties, but you were sure water is weighted down by gravity just like any other element.
Why would water collect at the apex of a bridge rather than the lower sides�
A sigh of relief exits your husband, his chest pressing against you, stealing your attention again.
âI believe it's time we head back inside, shall we?â
You nod, too tired from the excitement of today and allowing yourself to absorb the feeling of him holding you, along with the steady sound of your heartbeat in your ears. âThank you⊠Ayato.â
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There are common sayings about cats Ayato has heard about. Things like cats like to drink milk, cats are good at hunting mice, cats don't like water, cats tend to land on their feet, etc.
One notable contrast between a dog and a cat is that a trained dog may listen to a command and stay in one place for the rest of its life, whereas a trained catâ if it is possible to train oneâ will still yield to no one but itself and continue to wander as it pleases.
You reach for another vine.
â(Y/n).â
You grab the vine and give a defeated sigh. Without turning your head, you respond, âAyato.â
âShall I inquire about your current action?â
âIs it necessary when you already know?â
Ayato hums, entertained by the sight of you hugging the wall like a kitten stuck in a net in your short attire. A very cute sight, yes, but one he wishes was a little less⊠frequent. âIf you wanted to go outside, you only needed to ask me.â
You suck in your cheeks and pucker your lips. âWhat if I⊠wanted to go outside by myself? Without you, for once?â you test.
Ayato's eyes darken and the edges of his mouth level out into a neutral position, neither smiling or frowning.
Without him, you say? Forgive your husband, but the idea of letting you out of the safety of the estate grounds without him or an attendant⊠where there are far too many factors that would get in the way⊠like other menâŠ
âIt is far too dangerous outside, (Y/n). Especially for a bride of the Kamisato clan. At least take an attendant with you.â
â... I donât want an attendant either.â
The first time Ayato had caught you was not the first time you had made an escape attempt. It was simply one of the many, many, many failed attempts you had made, though none have ever had any witnesses. At least, to your knowledge. In making sure your image of an obedient wife had been kept, you've sabotaged yourself before any passing servant could see you.
That being said, your husband has hidden eyes everywhere. And he simply finally made his presence known to you during your attempts to climb over the wall.
âHm. My dear wife said it won't happen again and yet⊠here she is. What will the Elders say, I wonder?â
You click your tongue. How dare your husband threaten you with the Elders again!?
âCome down and all will be forgiven.â
You let out another sigh. â... Okay.â
You hop down and gather yourself, placing the doll face back on only for your eyes to widen at the sight of your husband's terrifying murky purple eyes pulsating with something vile. His smile looks strained, and you can't tell if he's trying to keep his smile polite or if he's trying to keep from frowning.
âA-Ayato?â you peep.
The sound of his name from your lips seems to snap him out of his stupor, the darkness of his expression swallowed up and returned to its usual relaxed politeness. He holds out a hand towards you to guide you in.
â(Y/n)~â
Seeing as you're not in some dire situation like that time with the bridge, you look at his hand and consider taking it since there's certainly no harm to your ego in doing so. A simple interaction between a polite husband and an obedient wife, that's all.
Only for that inappropriate image regarding his hand and your wrists to pop up in your head. making your cheeks burn and your heartbeat suddenly quite audible.
Suddenly, you run into the house, sliding the door open and close in less than a blink of the eye. You place your back against the door and slide your way down, breathing in and out to try to calm yourself and think of other things, like making rice wine or folding origami. To think you'd think about your husband in such a manner! Inconceivable!
Ayato, fazed by your sudden departure, slowly turns towards where you disappear into. He blinks. He blinks again. His open hand slowly closes into a fist. His ever-present smile fully cracks and the vileness of his eyes return in full blast.
âBad,â he whispers.
Ayato Kamisato is not the kind of person who expects everyone to follow his commands, nor is he the type to expect everyone to want to hold his hand. He is a dignified gentlemen who would never lay his hands on anyone. Why would he need to in the first place, when he is the heir of the prestigious Kamisato clan?
But he's used to the mannerisms of loyal and obedient dogs, not aloof and fickle cats. Not like you.
One that puffs up and hisses at him if he gets too close, and wants nothing more than to run back outside. Is being with him that unbearable? Is there somewhere outside you need to be without him or an attendant? Why? Is there perhaps⊠someone? Someone his hidden eyes had somehow managed to overlook?
As far as he knows, all female friends and both male and female cousins of yours are allowed on the Kamisato Estate so you needn't go outside. An unrelated man then? Itto? No, you've just met, despite how easily you said his name. Another man then? Impossible⊠Unless⊠?
Well, if youâre going to be prone to running away like some stray female cat in heat, should he just⊠tie you up and make sure your legs can't move for awhile?
Ayato scoffs at himself. No. Not yet.
Oh well, he'll just have to be patient. He was able to blackmail you into calling him by his name, and now look at you~ No longer stuttering~
Not to mention, you let him hold you all the way from the bridge to home without any complaints and refusals. It is certainly progress, especially with how you've begun to respond to him more organically lately.
For now, he'll just have to work on getting you to hold his hand out of your own accord. Maybe he should facilitate a situation for that to happen just like the bridgeâŠ
It certainly helps being a hydro user⊠Cats really don't like water, do they?
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