You had been shipped from a far away land to marry the emperor. He had picked you out from a portrait. You had never met the emperor personally so you didn't really know what to expect. When you met him in person he wasn't like anything you had heard people say. He was...loving towards you, very caring. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

You two soon became married and while your family got more status, you gained a loving, caring husband only towards you. He always held you and wanted to kiss you. He didn't care what anyone thought, he loved you from the moment he saw your portrait, which he had redone and hung it in your shared chambers. He had a garden implemented into the palace grounds once he found out how much you loved flowers. It was all for you.

And now, while he was just...perfect, you were...nothing compared to him. You were timid, shy, a kind heart, and well...very clumsy. And while yes, he loved and cherished you deeply, he couldn't help but tease and mess with you. He would often have you bring him a tray of food or some drink, and he would sit on the floor, on a pillow, his arm holding up his head and watch with amusement as you carefully made your way to him.

Today was like many of those days, he asked you to bring him a tray of food and you had tried your best to bring it to him but your foot stepped on the edge of your morning robe and you fell face first. You looked up at him, and all he did was a slight smirk, his hand sort of covering his mouth, looking down at you.