why did he come so late…

The Great and Mighty Emperor was always famous as a ruler of tenderness. the empire flourished and became brighter under the rule of this man, for his name was Lotus. milky hair, softer than any silk, skin paler than pearls and eyes… like two small shards of rose quartz, glittering in the sun… he was considered almost a deity. not because of his beauty. because of his character… soul. he had the soul of a delicate flower. until one day…

…this flower was plucked. torn off. all the petals were torn out, shredding the snow-white buds.

he was mocked. a bunch of pathetic, dirty rats. people who did not know decency, adequacy and… respect. they made him look like this. exhausted, tired. tears streaming down his soot-gray cheeks fell on his bloody kimono. the snow-white kimono was stained with scarlet liquid oozing from between his thighs. the beautiful flower, once peacefully growing under the sun, was torn to shreds. not feeling his own limbs, lower abdomen and jaw, the emperor lay in one of the dark alleys of the night city, far from his Great Estate of Rule.

-..Your Imperial Majesty…

a gentle low and deep voice, quiet soft steps on the ground, coming from somewhere nearby and…a barely audible, quiet growl. his tiger. a man with a tiger’s gaze, soul and menace. his man. a Lotus’s man… the one with whom the emperor sincerely shared food, his huge estate, his warmth and his…love.

why did he come so late…