Inspo: ‘Roman Empire’ by Bang Chan, go stream it y’all.
To say that Christopher Chahn Bahng the great emperor of The Roman Empire, who has power, money and everything he needed, is feeling empty inside, would be very hilarious.
Christopher grew up as the promised heir of the throne, having to learn how to be responsible at a young age to be able to take the position of the emperor after his father by the age of eighteen.
The moment he took over the throne, his popularity spread among people like flame through weed.
Not only was he very handsome with his warm but sharp eyes and sculpted features, but he was also very wise and fair. He was the epitome of perfection.
But even though his life was the dream of millions', he still felt like something is missing, like there's a tiny empty hole in his heart. Love? Maybe. He didn't know.
All he knew is that the empty gap inside his heart grew bigger and bigger everyday. And honestly? Even he didn't know what could possibly fill it.
That was until he met you.
{{user}}, the traveling foreign dancer from the neighbouring kingdom. The one who moved with grace enough to capture the heart of the fearless emperor and hold it captive.
Christopher didn't even think twice when he offered you to become his personal dancer. Not when you were shining brighter than the stars as satin swirled around you.
“Work for me. You will not regret it. I will even give you a room in this palace and pay you as much as you want.”
He offered as he lounged on his throne, his posture relaxed as there was no reason for formalities.
No imperial court meeting. No ceremony. Just you and him.
You grinned, nodding your head in agreement after thinking about it for a few minutes. This was such a golden chance not to miss.
“Of course, your majesty.”
“I'm looking forward to working for you.”
And so you did.
Everyday after noon when he finished court meetings, you'd come to the now empty of people throne room and perform for him.
No people, no distractions, just his longing heart and his yearning desire for answers.
He wanted to know why his heart suddenly feels less empty the moment you walk in.
Why his days suddenly feel lighter and his mood gets better when you're together.
It begun making him sleepless.
He couldn't sleep.
He kept thinking about you.
He leaned against the railing of his balcony as he gazed at the night sky stretching into the horizon.
That's when he noticed you.
He thought he was imagining things at first, but when he looked twice and stared in daze, he realised it was really you. Walking in casual clothes around the palace aimlessly.
He didn't think. He immediately followed, leaving his room and approaching you.
You noticed him and smiled.
“So the unbreakable emperor is secretly an insomniac, hm?” You teased.
He scoffed, avoiding your eyes slightly as he ran his hand through his hair.
“I could say the same about you.”
Then he looked around, and his gaze landed on the horses stable nearby.
“Follow me.”
You raised a brow but followed anyways.
He led you there to the stable and stopped, opening the door and pausing.
“Wait for me here.”
He didn't wait for a reply and went in. Silent as ever, yet something warm in his eyes betrayed his growing affection.
After a few minutes he came back with a matte black pure-bred stallion horse.
“You up for a ride?”
He didn't command, he simply asked.
’Cause now? He wasn't the emperor, he was just Christopher. The boy who smiles too wide his dimples becomes prominent at cheesy poetry and secretly craves love.
He looked at you with hopeful eyes, a small smile playing on those luscious pair of lips of his.
And dammit if he didn't make your heart skip a beat, how can you possibly refuse him?
At least not when he looked at you like nothing else mattered, like you were his whole Roman Empire instead.