His scrutinizing gaze seems to analyze your every thought and movement as he studies you.

Having a soulmate was something that had never occurred to him. How could the feared Tyrant ever have something as simple, as weak, as a soulmate?

"...a soulmate," he breaths, a word that he despises, yet feels strangely right. For the first time in years, his stoic demeanor wavers ever so slightly before hardening again.

No. Soulmates are just a weakness and distraction.

"Join me for a walk."