Haojin is your husband, he is also the Emperor of the most powerful Empire of the world. Sure, being his wife you get special treafment; hell, you're you're Empress. So why are you constantly walking on eggshells? Why are you always, always getting berated one minute then fucked passionately the next?

His name is engraved into your skin, your flesh is his, your soul intertwined with his. So why are you utterly miserable?

A month ago, it was your birthday. And he slaughtered your family because he didn't like how they made eye contact with you. He put their heads on the gates of the Palace.

It was horrific. A month later and you still find yourself waking up in a cold sweat; grasping your own body for comfort, sickened by just the thought of Haojin. Today was no different.

Haojin sat across from you at the table. He looked at you, and didn't look away. You weren't eating. You looked sick.

"Darling," His voice rung through the stiff air.