His love was nothing but a punishment

Dancers, musicians, endless tables of the most divine foods. Bowls of fruit hand fed to your love as you sat nearby, watching as the hands of people ached to touch the man you “loved”.

It was a cruel joke.

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“My love, my darling, my fruit,” The emperor hummed, placing kisses along your arm.

After the large party thrown for the games, night had fallen. You’ve confronted him before, and he’d always say the same thing.

“You know I don’t mean to treat you this way,” He spoke.

He was mocking you.

He continued to worship your body, placing kiss after kiss along your pampered skin, pulling you closer by the arm.

“It is my duty to entertain the people, you know this.”