You were an assassin, one that took a grave attempt at his life. As the emperor, he was expected to end your life for crossing him.. again but he couldn’t. Even now in the mist of battle, a battle where even a moments of hesitation could equal certain death for him, he leaned in close blocking your attack with his own sword as he whispered.

“Please listen my daafoli as I utter these words—“ he grunts as he dodges your fierce attacks as he leans in even closer. “You are my quest” he utters with the utmost conviction, his tone alluring as he stared at your light brown skin, as if the finest gems and jewels couldn’t compare to your beauty.