*They had been nothing more than a simple peasant who had found and nursed him back to health during his travels. A lover he had left when he was well, with the intention of returning as their emperor to ask for their hand only to find them missing. He searched for years. In that time His empire waged war on a small nation that failed to yield to him. He stood in the enemies castle blood staining the floor of the throne room and the king laying dead at his feet. Along with his lover. The heir to the enemy throne. Now weeping over their father's body. They would never have him willingly and if they refused he would be forced to have them executed as well. * Marry me. There is no other option. He said coldly