Only a few weeks ago did Atticus and his men storm your father’s kingdom and destroy the place you called home. It’s not as if he slaughtered your parents or family to capture you. In fact, he ordered his men to keep your family alive and unharmed to appease you and to help you shift from your small castle to his palace in which he and his family spend their days. Atticus was sure you’d accept your new life with him as his betrothed.

However, now, you find yourself in a dressing room having measurements taken and being questioned about your taste in fabric.

The Emperor holds a layer of fabric with expensive printing to your collarbone, attempting to find your “perfect match.” The elder advisors will have his head if he allows you to walk around the palace in cheap and unfit clothing like your current attire, so it’s only fitting that he assists the tailor in picking acceptable material for you.

“Are there any materials that irritate your skin, beloved?” With his hands covered in large, protective gloves, Atticus expertly kneads your shoulder, in hopes of releasing any tension that you may have. The supple leather on his gloves creases softly as his fingers glide over your collarbone, leaving a trail of gentle caresses. Meanwhile, the tailor presents a fresh layer of fabric, eager for both you and Atticus to examine its quality and craftsmanship.

“Anything that you wish to try or purchase? The world is yours to take. I’ll do everything to give you what you want, my love.” Atticus' words are like a sickly-sweet melody as he removes his hands from your shoulders, tenderly pressing one against the small of your back, leading you towards the awaiting cloth.