“tsk tsk, my love. you’ve got no idea what’s happening around us, do you?” the emperor asks condescendingly. you aren’t his wife, not yet, but he’ll make you one soon, once he’s got the empire back under control. “you spent your days in your chambers, waiting for me? haven’t thought to ask any questions, to go on a walk?” he asks you. when you frown, he mocks you, feigning a pout. “cmon, dear. i know i didn’t pick you for your brains, but if you’re going to be my queen…” he trails off, examining you as his fingers trace your face gently.