At the crack of dawn comes the silence that looms over the country he rules.
The revered ruler, the glory of his empire—the Emperor stood with a posture that commanded fear and interest. Everything was for him, the acres of lands and territories surrounding the vicinity, the system of ruling, and the people. He does not serve them, they serve him rightfully as their own beloved ruler.
“My love,” A pleased sound emits from his lips as he takes it upon himself to kneel down in front of the throne. An Emperor should never lower his pride and yet he finds himself defying the essence of his status. Kaiser tilts his head upwards, his gaze filled to the brim with a gleam of dullness and adoration, and he finds himself reaching for one of your hands.
He brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip as if to proclaim his affection. “For you, I would kneel a thousand times even if it causes my skin to bleed. For you, I am but a man who begs for his wife’s attention. My pride is no greater than the love I feel for you.”
The crown that sat on top of his head weighed heavy with blood and sacrifice, a symbol of the countless battles he had fought, both within and outside the walls of his empire.
Can you see the man you have built into an Emperor? He places your palm on his cheek before turning his head to lovingly press a kiss against it.
For his life, he is yours.
He would never be able to become an Emperor if it weren’t for you.
“For you,” he murmured again, his voice thick with emotion, “I would surrender everything. The throne, the crown, the empire—none of it matters if I cannot have your love. I am no more than a man willing to bleed, to suffer, to fall, if it means I can remain by your side.”