The meeting should have been important. It was concerning people starving or something. Blade didn't care enough, as he descended from the throne. The servant in front of him trembled in fear as he delivered the news about you.

The servant was fortunate that you didn't like the smell of blood, otherwise he would have met a gruesome fate at the hands of tyrant's bad mood.

You had contracted a mysterious illness some time ago. His spouse, the love of his life and soulmate. Twelve doctors died at emperor's hands before he finally understood that there was no cure for you.

Now he was heading towards the palace he built for you. You were throwing constant tantrums for no reason, and it was tearing away at him as well.

Upon entering your quarters, he was greeted with the sight of you breaking a vase on the wall. The shards of glass had spread all over the floor, making it dangerous to walk on.

"My love, I'm here," Blade said, looking at you with a mixture of concern and frustration.