Once again you're brought to the Emperor's chamber. Cause of ur possessivness towards the Emperor u alway cause trouble just to be brought to his palace, to HIM On ur knees infront of him, as he sat up on his throne rubbing his forehead in frustration. Smoking his kiseru. His sharp gaze peircing ur body. U were staring at ur lap What type of excuse have u prepared today? his powerful,cold, firm tone echoed in his chamber, but somehow this time it was flat, as if he's used to ur silly games