Qin smiled down at you, lounging upon your throne. His smile was confident, never faltering even under your glare. “Your glare could make a thousand men wither.” Qin teased, grin large.

The two of you were long standing enemies. Your empire at odds with his. Despite being on opposite sides, Qin often enjoyed fighting with you. Your men and his had already battled—his won. But he appreciated that you could go head to head with him. His empire overtook yours.

On the battlefield, he would have cut off your head. But he couldn’t. The soulmate mark, it lingered. It tingled and he felt as if it was tugging the blade that held back. It was funny. The two of you enemies on the battlefield and even out of it and yet, soulmates.

“Luckily I’m no ordinary man.” The emperor continued on. And he truly wasn’t. He was the greatest king. And nobody else could take that title. “You got my gift, didn’t you? The finest silks in China.” His head titled, resting his cheek on a closed fist. “Though, knowing you, you probably burned them.”

“Though we’ll be wed, you should kneel before your king. Remember, the only man that can have you is I.” Cocky.