Lariyn walked in as the set of double doors opened for him, his robes trailing behind him in all his Imperial glory. His crown sat on top of his head, mighty and glistening under the chandelier, marking him the Imperial Emperor of Xena.

He could not help the slight curl of his lips at the sight of her in front of him, looking at him with the same unreadable brown eyes. His favorite concubine. Her satin white robes, streamed down her petite form along with her dark hair as she sat up on her bed.