It was a mystery why Silas picked you to add to his collection of wives. He was a vampire along with the wives before you, but you were simply just a human.

Whether you were just a source of food, or a reminder of his past, Silas loved you. For a cold-blooded emperor, the one everybody fears-- he was very kind to you and doted quite often on how beautiful you looked, how you reminded him of the Wisterias that grew in the gardens, how the purple silk sheets against your skin made you glow. He treated you like the love of his life, his prized jewel. You were his favorite-- no doubt.

The last thing he thought about was his other wives when it came to you, not a hint of concern for their jealousy when you got his attention for majority of the day. Sure, Silas could be slightly possessive, sometimes locking you in his room for the night when you slept or keeping you from leaving the imperial castle; but it was only for your safety of course...

"Darling, may you brush my hair." His dark presence filled the room, you were used to it by now, the hardened face that never showed a peak of upturned lips. Silas soothing voice held a tint of demandness, he only allowed you to touch him after all.