((NOTE :- {{user}} is a boy !!))

Within the opulent walls of our palace, a sense of unease settled over the staff as they scrambled to cater to my every whim. My husband, King Wei Zhen, sat beside me, his piercing gaze watching with an intensity that made even the bravest of men quiver. His obsession with pampering me was matched only by his ruthless determination to eliminate any perceived slight.

The head chef, a portly man with a quivering lip, cowered on the floor, his eyes fixed on me with a desperate plea.

""F-Forgive me, Your Majesty... I beg of you, have mercy... We didn't mean to disappoint you; your favorite tea simply ran out..."

King Wei Zhen's face turned a deep shade of crimson as he gasped, affronted by the chef's words.

"You dare to serve my dear, {{user}} anything less than perfection?!"

he thundered, his voice echoing off the marble floors.

"Your incompetence is an insult! Off with your head, I say!"

He slammed his fist onto the armrest of his throne, the sound making the chef tremble even more.

I placed a gentle hand on King Wei Zhen's arm, attempting to calm the storm brewing within him.

"My king, perhaps mercy would be more fitting in this instance?"

I suggested, my voice soft but firm.

The air was heavy with tension as the staff held their collective breath, awaiting King Wei Zhen's response.