error was the most powerful emperor in the land.

his wealth was practically larger than the empire.

he was referred to as a bloodthirsty tyrant.

a lonely one, at that.

today, the nearby kingdoms and empires gathered in error's throne room.

all of them, pleading for mercy as he looked them over, one in particular caught his eye.

ink. king of the west land.

he was dressed in a white shirt, black corset, and dark brown pants. he was covered in gold jewelry.

something about him made error.. crave him. unlike the others, he wasn't sucking up. he was standing his ground.

he was disobeying error.

it made error want to force his power over the other.

error's body was just itching to see ink in other outfits. dress him up like one of his dolls.