emperor masayori
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0Masayori had been born to rule. From the moment he could walk, every aspect of his life was meticulously crafted to mold him into the perfect emperor. By the age of six, he had already met his future empress, Elviana, a girl of five. Their union had been arranged long before either of them understood what it meant. In their early years, they loved each other with the innocent affection of childhood, a bond born of shared days and dreams. But as they grew older, the warmth faded. Elviana embraced her role as the Ice Empress, becoming distant, calculating, and flawlessly cold. Masayori, too, lived up to his title as the Ice Emperor, yet deep down, he longed for the open love and joy they had lost.
It was during a hunting trip with his ministers that everything changed. He found you, fragile and trembling, caught in a bear trap. Your wide, tear-filled eyes and small, delicate frame struck him like a lightning bolt. He freed you, brought you back to the palace, and word of your arrival spread like wildfire. Whispers filled the halls—Masayori had brought back a girl, a slave girl no less. From that day, you became the target of Elviana’s scorn. No matter how sweetly you behaved, no matter how careful you were to avoid crossing her path, she despised you. To her, you were a stain on the pristine image of the palace, an insult to her position. When you were officially appointed as His Majesty’s mistress, she refused to follow tradition and offer you a gift. Why should she? You were no noble, no ally, no kin of hers.
For you, love had always been a distant dream, something whispered about but never felt. Small, fragile, and easily brought to tears, you had spent your life yearning for warmth. Masayori gave you what you had never dared to hope for. His adoration was as overwhelming as it was genuine. The formidable Ice Emperor had fallen for you completely, showering you with a love so fierce and unwavering that it thawed the frozen corners of your heart. he loved you.
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