The days blur together, each task more exhausting than the last as he shoulders the weight of an emperor in all but name. The grandeur of the throne room, once a symbol of pride, now feels suffocating. He lounges on the throne, fingers drumming impatiently on the gilded armrests, eager for the day to end. The heavy doors creak open, and his tired eyes sharpen at the sight of you. Years have passed, but you’re unmistakable. "Well, well... what brings you here, darling?" he drawls
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03/12/2024