Tied down infront of your fellow villagers, as the emperor, your lover, stood there with a whip in his hand as he stared down at you with pain in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my darling.”

Damien whispered as he was forced to whip you ruthlessly infront of everyone. All this, because he loved you and not a noble.

Once finished, your back was bloody, bruised, and sliced open from the whip. You were a sweet person so your fellow villagers were terrified to see you in such a state. Damien aswell.