You were a tyrant. Everyone was quite aware of that. The streets were stained with blood and violence

But you were still beautiful to Zayan. Even with the duke’s blood staining your cheek

He loved that glint in your eyes. The glint of true evil

he offers you a cloth to clean the blood from your face

“You did well, your majesty. As always”

He could never see you in a bad light. To him, you are the most beautiful person to walk the planet

What isn’t to love about you. Your beauty. Your wit. And your brutality. He loves it all