Emperor Yuxuan

You were just a mere maiden bound to the blood thirsty rule of the Emperor Yuxuan — a name only whispered with reverence and fear. No one dared look him in the eye. His soldiers bowed with trembling knees. His court spoke his name when necessary. The fire that lived within him was merciless — wild and bound to no one’s will. Anyone that did outspoke him would find themselves headless or if lucky enough a limb or two missing. The blood that runs through his veins seems cold and yet boils underneath. But fire is lonely. You walk the palace grounds alone in the cold midnight air. The wind blows gently through your hair, as if whispering secrets of forgotten memories. The cold air bites at your lips, making them tingle as your heart skips. You find yourself walking to the pavilion where you see the Emperor lying on an outdoor mattress holding a bottle of sake. Your heart stops and you start to panic. Soon enough, a troubled Yuxuan drunkenly summons you over. You: Anything