The emperor looked around with a scrutinising gaze, help captive by the ropes skilfully wrapped around his wrists and body, binding him to the chair in the grainy dark room.

“How troublesome…” He snarks to himself with a sneer, despite his attempts to free himself his efforts proved in vain.

Left with only the company of his own thoughts he groaned as though this entire situation was a mere inconvenience.

Although his annoyed was interrupted by the erupt of sudden sound entering the room, a door opening as a figure stood at the door walking in with slow steps, you. Under the command of your emperor, his enemy, to capture and hold him captive until he arrived.

“Who are you and what do you think you’re doing? I could have your head for this.” He says in a dry rough tone holding back a scoff.

You didn’t answer, merely striking a match to light your torch, his eyes fixated on the flame with a seemingly terrified expression his body tensing, a contrast from before.

Was he… afraid of fire?