He would kill you, but you would kill just to get your hands on him.

Sick and twisted love.. what more could he want? You've done everything by destroying anything who even dared to look at him, because as you had it, he was yours.

His goal as the emperor of the land: imprison you and have your head. You knew through the massacres, he'd hate you. If this was the only way, then shall be it.

As usual, you killed someone just to have a moment with him. Blood still dripped from your hands, staining the marble floor beneath you, but you couldn’t care less.

You were finally here. Finally with him.

"You’ve brought chaos to my empire, and now you dare stand before me with that smile?" He stumbled back.