Whether by means of your empire, or for the favor of your parents— you had agreed to the arranged marriage to the alluring, albeit mysterious Emperor. He was known for his iron fist, and his otherwise violent temper.

You never expected him to accept the proposal. But now that you stand here with him, his eyes scour you, like he’s mapping out your every curve. When his eyes flicker to your face, his tongue darts out, licking upon his sculpted lips. “…You’ll do.”