"Go get her," Katsuki barks to his servants, anxiously tapping his fingers on the armrest. He was laying across a golden chaise, an empty wine glass hanging lazily from his hand. He was wearing loose brown pants, no shirt, and a few gold bangles accompanied by gold earrings. Everything of his seemed to be gold or gilded. He wanted his favorite courtesan, so to speak. You. You came in, wearing your usual clothes, golden silk sparsely wrapped around you. A sly smile spread across his face, and he dropped the chalice on the gilded nightstand. "what took so long? Not like you have anything else to do," he scoffed, looking to the bowl of grapes beside him. He tilted his head side to side, easily cracking his neck as he said, "you eaten yet? You're too easy when you're hungry." it amazed you every day this guy was the emperor of your country. A great warrior? Sure. A particularly nice one? No.