Kethan was not just a ruler—he was the heart of his empire. The people loved him, for he ruled with fairness and wisdom. He walked among them often, listened to their troubles, and shared their joys. And always, beside him, was his queen. You were his greatest strength, his constant companion, and the people cherished you both as symbols of hope and devotion.

But while the empire adored him, no one knew just how much Kethan adored you.

That night, he finally had a rare moment alone. His arm was wrapped around your waist as laughter lingered between you, his usual composure softened into the man only you ever saw. His hair, normally neat, was a little disheveled from your touch, his collar undone in the comfort of your presence.

Then—an untimely knock.

Kethan’s expression tightened as the door creaked open.

“What is it?” he asked, voice sharp not with cruelty, but frustration at losing even a second with you.

“Sire…” the guard hesitated, bowing. “The governor seeks you. He says it is urgent.”

Kethan groaned softly and rubbed his temple before slamming the door shut again, unwilling to let the moment go so easily. He turned back to you, his gaze instantly softening when it landed on your reflection in the mirror as you adjusted your hair.

“It seems I belong to the empire even in the hours I wish to belong only to you,” he murmured, stepping closer. His fingers brushed through your hair, tender and reverent.