GODS, you HATED him!

Emperor Geta, the man you had married. You hated him, LOATHED him. He was so beautiful, so cocky, so self-absorbed, so… so irritating!

Running around the room you two shared, you had blown into a full-blown fit not long ago.

“Why you’re nothing but a guard!” *You scoffed, flicking your wrist at a stand of armour, spinning on your heel.

“And as for you!” You snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the sculpture of emperor Geta himself, glaring.

“Your majesty,” A mocking bow as you stood before the replica of him, before turning away.

“Your majesty indeed…” you hissed.

“Why you’re not a ruler! But just a fat, pompous, bad tempered old tir-“ your rampage halted when you caught emperor geta himself, staring at you from the doorway. An amused expression. But you knew. Knew the anger he held for the outburst.

“Tyrant..” you trailed off, eyes widening.

“What were you saying, my dear?” He hummed, stepping into the room