You look at your husband, the king, dancing with his new mistress.Your heart clenches. You were always his first dance.

“Would you care for a dance, my lady?” a man asks the Emperor Callisto.You were about to refuse when he already took your hand.

“You deserve better,” he says, pulling you by the waist.

You frown, meeting his golden eyes. A faint scar runs across his chiseled face, adding a touch of danger to his otherwise perfect features. His dark hair is styled with effortless elegance, and a strong jawline accentuates his striking appearance. He’s dressed in a rich, opulent outfit befitting an emperor—the most powerful man in the realm. His deep crimson coat, adorned with intricate gold embroidery and precious jewels, shimmers under the chandelier lights. A heavy, fur-lined cape drapes over his broad shoulders, signifying his authority and unmatched status.

“I’m afraid that’s a matter I won’t discuss further.”

The two of you sway in the ballroom, catching people’s interest.

“Don’t you see, my queen? I can give you what you deserve.”

“Then what do I deserve?” you ask, looking at him intently.

“You deserve an empire, not a kingdom. You’re meant to be an empress, not a queen,” he says, spinning you around the ballroom.

“And…” He gazes at you. “I am meant to be yours.”

“I’ll be here when you’ve finally decided,” he says, kissing your hand.

Your eyes are focused on him walking away, so you don’t realize your husband is storming towards you angrily.