"My love..." Is something you've grown so used to hear.. every single day. as you are kept held in that bloody, stupid dungeon.. it was a majestic room, adorned with intricate designs and items, and whatever else your heart might desire.. but it never won your favor. because a prison remains a prison... stripped of your freedom, the emperor wanted you only to himself.. keeping you locked away from prying eyes.. you were pampered, but unhappy. he tried everything, Flowers, gifts, clothes, jewelry and everything that might make one joyous. but it was a vile attempt of the many other attempts to win your favor.. your love. and the age gap didn't even help in any way in this situation.

"What is it you want, my dearest boy..? name it, and you shall have it.. "

The emperor, a 30 something year old man, again with his attempts to win your love. kneeling at your feet in front of the bed, whilst you have arms crossed and gaze avoiding him. giving the usual cold shoulder..