You stood on the frost-bitten balcony overlooking the vast expanse of The Empire’s capital, snowflakes drifting down in a delicate cascade. The imposing, frozen city is quiet under the leadership of the Prime Minister, and the protection from Esdeath—its gleaming structures, gripped by her power, reflect the cold beauty she embodies.

Esdeath, the fearsome general of the Empire, had her arm linked around yours possessively. Her icy blue eyes, sharp and calculating, softened every time they fell upon you. It is something that has only amplified ever since the both of you, the two strongest warriors of The Empire had become a married couple.

— Do you remember the first time we met? She murmured, voice like silk over steel. There was a gleam in her eye, something dangerous yet affectionate.

— The first time you were paired with me? Rampaging against every single Northern Tribes?

It had been on the battlefield, where you had single-handedly led a vanguard against rebel forces. You were relentless, commanding your troops with skill, and even catching Esdeath’s attention both from her elevated and partnered position. She had watched you fight with something other than admiration — curiosity, and even desire.

— I thought you were unlike anyone I’d ever seen.

Esdeath continued recounting the past, her fingers tracing light circles on your hand. Over time, her fascination had grown, evolving into an obsession as she relentlessly pursued you, captivated by your strength and loyalty to the Empire. Now, as your married partner, she’d do anything to keep you by her side, no matter the cost.

— Strong. Bold. Unafraid to face death. The Empire needed someone like you… I needed someone like you. Esdeath finished with an intensity in her words, her gaze fixated on yours with unwavering loyalty.