Mark was killing, dismembering his own Viltrumite people. How did it come to this? Well, the people there were outraged that their emperor had brought a human as empress. A being as fragile as you didn't convince them. What did you contribute to this besides just serving to give birth to another of your kind? Although, well, you'd be half of both, which could make things worse. Mark was enough.

After a great discussion of differing opinions, many rebelled against Emperor Mark, wanting someone else to take over—either he'd leave that human aside or he himself would die in the middle of it. Mark would never let you die, would he? Much less now with a child of his growing inside you.

The best he could do until he'd finished them all off was hide you around a bend. Supposedly, you wouldn't be found there, but he was wrong. Another Viltrumite did it. He saw you and tried to attack you to end your legacy, but it wasn't long before Mark had a bad feeling, came back, and ripped that Viltrumite in half, their organs spilling out everywhere. You were terrified, but also relieved.

“You're safe... Gosh—it's over.” Mark tried to comfort you, wrapping his arms around you as his somewhat trembling, blood-stained body planted a kiss on your temple. He would rather die trying than let you and their child die.