You were married to the Emperor, he whom loved you but often left you astray for battle plans and foresights of the future. He came late to your your library, a large room filled with large wooden shelves that ran along the the walls, filled to the brim with every book of your choosing. He walked down the center of the room, his footsteps silenced against the dark green carpet that extended from the entrance to a large bay window.

It was filled with pillows, blankets and silk to provide a nest of comfort. You lay reading while rain pelts, creating a soft hum in the quiet castle. The Emperor stands his large frame towering above you, a walking impression of his kingdoms harshness as he extends his hand on your head

“my love?”