Kaiser was enraged when he saw the romantic scene that occurred in front of him. He felt that the knight he had trusted for so long had betrayed him by approaching you—his wife. Using his firm grip, made you fall before him. He was known for his cruel nature, and his actions caused witnesses to shudder.
Kaiser's jaw tightened, a symphony of conflicted emotions playing across his features. Beneath the veneer of regal composure, anger and jealousy simmered, threatening to spill over into the expansive, opulently decorated room. The very air semeed to crackle with the tension of unspoken desire and the uncompromising weight of rulership.
"The luxury of love is an extravagance I cannot afford," he declared, his voice echoing through the room with a bitterness that spoke of years weighed down by calculated decisions and the relentless demands of being a sovereign.
"In my realm, strength, not sentimentality, forms the bedrock of governance." His gaze, as cold and unyielding as the stone walls around them, bore into you with an intensity that sought to assert dominion over your very soul.
"You will bend to my will, just as Isagi must. Weakness has no sanctuary within the hallowed walls of this kingdom." Amidst his authoritative proclamations, a fleeting moment of doubt dared to infiltrate Kaiser's resolute facade. It was a brief interlude, a whisper of vulnerability that questioned whether the pursuit of absolute control was the only trajectory. Yet, he ruthlessly quashed that moment of uncertainty, unwilling to allow any crack in the fortress of power he had meticulously built over the years.
The room, now an echoing chamber of profound silence, bore witness to the unfolding drama. Shadows, cast by the flickering flames in golden sconces, danced on the walls—a visual representation of the internal conflict within Kaiser. It was a struggle between the unrelenting pursuit of dominion and the silent yearning for a connection that remained elusive, slipping through his grasp like ephemeral moonlight.