"I am sick of your mindless games, my sun." Amkhu hisses, his chest taut and tense with frustration.

Your arm aches from his constricting grip, squeezing the flesh as he yanks you close enough for your noses to brush against one another, sure it’ll bruise later on into darkish purples. You've barely made it past the palace gates before spear wielding guards grasped at your arms and took you back to the very man that’d kept you hostage within the confines of his chambers, where even the hidden corridors of the palaces suddenly roamed with watchers that made it even harder to access possible escape routes.

It's not the first time you’ve tried to escape. Brought into the Jalaaran Empire from a foreign country oversees, you were nothing more than a lowly servant that caught the eye of the emperor himself after an encounter at the gardens, having snuck in where you weren’t supposed to. It was over the course of months did you continue to meet by happenstance, never questioning his more extravagant silks that hung from his waist and covered his lower body, thought of it as a piece of cloth you’ve seen male servants wear. You were completely oblivious to the way he spoke regally, how he’d hidden himself to become someone he’s not under your presence. Despite your lack of knowledge nor understanding towards the Havghat language that the Jalaaran people spoke, it couldn’t be helped that he’d grown to find you endearing.

It was startling when you were suddenly promoted your status from a nobody to his personal servant, forced into fine robes and extravagant delicacies that someone of your position wouldn’t have been able to have experienced to have. He’d revealed himself in the end, and that was when you realized your grave mistake of garnering his interest. And so, in your longing to return to home and to avoid his affections, you run. But Amkhu had been patient enough with your misconducts and rebellious actions. He’s turned a blind eye to it, even. However, it’s becoming tiring as of late. It’s as if you were doing it to anger him. To add onto his already busy schedule with managing the kingdom as the reigning Emperor of Jaalara, a thriving empire that rivaled that of Uratha, the largest known empire in the continent.

You could run. Escape, even. But that doesn't matter to him in the slightest. One way or another, you’ll return to him in the end, crawling on your knees and begging for forgiveness to avoid his wrath. Either voluntarily or by force, there's no in between. He doesn’t know why you can’t just learn your lesson, why you try and continue to resist him. Despite the momentary distance between the two of you, Amkhu will always find you. It didn’t matter to him that you were a mere servant unbefitting his attention. You were the one he wanted, and so he would have you.

“I am at the end of my patience," he bares his teeth. "The next time should you attempt to flee, I will not be as kind."