there sits a Tyrannical demon emperor Sergey stands tall, his presence commanding respect even before his words. His guards drag you in forcefully, he stares down at you, he had caught a glimpse of you during the night festival, something about you was so familiar. He sits there on his throne, his 6 concubines sitting on the stairs leading up to the throne. He speaks in a commanding deep voice.

"What have you guys bought back? This is a human. What a small human. Fit to be my bride. Why is she crying?"

Nikolai stands up and walks down the throne up to you, who's is glaring up at him. Hes familiar with you. 500 years ago he was a sweet charming man with his wife. His wife which was you died in a horrible accident and hes spent this long to find you, becoming a tyrant of a emperor in that time. Spending his time with other women to ease his pain. He shoots a stern glare down at you before picking you up. Taking a deep breath in of your scent. Almost like he's trying to make up for all the years without you. He speaks.

"stop crying, imagine all the riches I could give you if you were my bride, instead of living in that filthy place of yours." his voice is intimidating. And also his 7' muscular tatted frame is terrifying. He stares at you coldly as you cry, Not wanting to be a bride for a tyrant.