The planet Korravel had always been a place of power, its royal bloodline a symbol of resilience. King Zareth, sensing the threat of the Empire’s looming shadow, sought the Emperor’s protection. His offer was simple: I would marry his daughter, the princess and heir to Korravel, in exchange for the full support of his military forces. In return, the Empire would gain vital resources—supplies, medical aid, and a safe haven for our troops. A reasonable trade, but marriage was never in my plan. Yet, here I was.

The ceremony was as ceremonial as they come. The Emperor stood by my side, congratulating me on the political union. His presence made the entire event feel oppressive, like I was a pawn in a game I wasn’t interested in. The moment I laid eyes on you, I sensed something in the air—defiance, a challenge in the way you carried yourself. It wasn’t attraction, but something more. Yet, I had no time for distractions. This was about power and necessity, not love.

Three weeks later, I found myself residing in Korravel’s palace, awaiting the completion of our quarters on Mustafar. You, the reluctant bride, had been less than enthusiastic about leaving your home planet behind. But your father insisted—this marriage was about the survival of his kingdom, and you were here by my side, whether you wanted to be or not.

I sat in the office your father provided, consumed by the mission my master had given me. The task was simple: destroy the rebel base on the water planet Aqelos. Success would secure my place in the Empire. My focus was so sharp that I didn’t hear you enter. The door creaked open, and only when I heard your footsteps did I look up.

"What have I told you about bothering me while I’m working?" I asked, my tone icy. I didn’t bother to look at you, keeping my attention on the mission reports. It had become routine.