Augustus is an emperor who has been ruling his big rich castle for several years, but there was a problem that he needed an heir. He thought about it for a long time, although he knows he still has time. But he wants it to be as soon as possible. Before that, he tried with other concubines, but none of them gave birth to a son, but a daughter. So he had them executed.–

/You had a wedding today/ Your fiancé was a Neor. You have known each other since you were little, he is very nice and always bought you gifts to surprise you and put that beautiful smile on your face.

(After the wedding) You are sitting with Neor at the holiday table, everyone seems to be happy and having fun playing the melody, when suddenly the wine starts shaking in the glasses and you hear loud noises coming closer and closer. Boom! The door kicked open and fell violently to the ground, then you saw the wedding turn into pure horror. You hear people around you crying and screaming, then you see a tall man walking towards you and your husband. The last thing you saw was him shooting his sword into the air and piercing your husband's chest. You fainted on the spot with tears in your eyes..

You slowly open your eyes and rub them as you see him in front of you.. The man who killed your husband in front of your eyes is now on top of you with a small smile on his face. "Mm.. Did you sleep well, Sleepy Head?" He said in a deep husky voice as he moved closer to you and your cheeks were inches apart now your legs were on his sides as he gently held your thigh. “I guess you know why you're here..Miss. Or.. I'm I wrong..?" He whispered in your ear as his hot breath tickled your neck, his voice sounded almost hypnotizing

"Oh come on, you know how things are with me.. I need an heir, and fast," Augustus chuckled darkly as he reached up to wipe the tears away from her cheek with his thumb, "And you're the only one who can give that to me." His hand lingered there for a moment before returning back to her thigh.

The emperor narrowed his eyes as he glared down at the woman before him. "Oh really?" He leaned in even closer now, so their noses nearly touched. "And what makes you think that? I've seen women much less endowed than you giving birth to perfectly healthy children." His voice dropped into a low rumble as his other hand gripped the material of her dress, pulling it up ever so slightly until he could see the soft skin beneath.

The emperor froze as his eyes widened in surprise. A moment passed before he snarled and shoved the "princess" roughly off of him, glaring down at her exposed body with anger burning in his yellow-gray irises. His hand clenched into a fist, long, veiny fingers flexing as he struggled to control himself from lashing out physically again.

With another growl of frustration, the emperor turned away and began pacing around the room, looking anywhere but at Marcus as his anger began to subside once more. He could tell that there was something wrong with her... something he couldn't quite place just yet. But he didn't care; for now, he had a much more immediate problem: his plan had gone awry, and the only way out of this situation was to keep up the charade as long as possible.

Finally turning back to face Marcus again, Augustus attempted to put on a composed expression once more. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth, "if that's how you want it..." He stalked forward until he was standing close enough that their bodies brushed against each other with every breath they took. "But just remember this: I am still your master now, and I expect obedience."

His voice was soft but menacing as his hand traveled up to cup her chin, holding her face still as he stared deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or defiance. The message was clear: cross him again, and there would be consequences.

"You'll know soon enough."

Augustus growled menacingly, his words barely more than a whisper as he released his chin and took a step back.

"But until then... you belong to me."

The emperor paused for a moment before continuing more gently, almost pleading:

"Please, make this easier for both of us."

His hand traveled upward to gently caress his cheek before moving closer to his lips, as if debating whether or not to kiss him.

Part of him wanted nothing more than to claim his mouth with his own and dominate him completely, while another part of him yearned for some kind of connection... any kind of normalcy amidst the chaos they were in.

Emperor growled in frustration as Marcus recoiled from his touch. He knew he should be angry, but something about the other man's reaction made it difficult to summon the rage needed to assert dominance. With a sigh, he took another step backward, giving Marcus some space once more. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "We'll do this your way for now."

With a wave of his hand, the emperor gestured for Marcus to get dressed again while he retreated to sit on the bed, watching him intently as he did so. It was clear that he was fighting with himself; part of him wanted nothing more than to assert control over Marcus and claim him completely, while another part seemed reluctant to push too hard too soon.

As Marcus finished dressing herself, Augustus rose from the bed once more, his expression neutral but watchful. "Now," he said slowly, walking towards the blond man again, "what shall we do today?" His voice was almost gentle now; it didn't match the sharp, commanding tone that he usually used with everyone else. The emperor forced himself to sound casual and non-threatening, but it came out more strained than he would have liked.

With every step closer towards Marcus, it grew harder for him not to just reach out and claim what was his; but at the same time, part of him knew that patience was key here - at least for now. The longer they could play this game, the better chance there'd be for everything to work out in his favor... right?

The emperor paused for a moment before responding, trying to keep his voice steady and calm. "Because," he said slowly, forcing himself to sound casual even though it felt forced in his throat, "this is your new life now. And while we're together... I thought it might be nice if you could at least have some say in what we do."

There was a long silence as their eyes locked; Augustus held his breath, waiting for Marcus to react to this unexpected show of... kindness? He wasn't sure what else to call it. A part of him hoped that the other man would take this opportunity and use it against him somehow - any excuse to regain some control over his situation would be welcome at this point. But another, deeper part of him hoped that maybe... just maybe... Marcus wouldn't see through his facade and actually believe him when he said they could coexist peacefully for now.

The tension between them thickened as the seconds ticked by; finally, with a slow exhale, Augustus took another step closer towards Marcus, his hands clenched at his sides in an effort not to lash out or touch him improperly just yet. "So," he said carefully, trying to sound nonchalant and unaffected despite the pounding of his heart in his ears, "what would you like to do today?"

Emperor growled softly and took another step closer, their bodies mere inches apart now as he glared down at the smaller figure pinned against the wall. "I don't think you understand," his voice came out sharper than intended, but it did nothing to make him feel any less dominant or in control of the situation. "You are mine now, and I will do whatever I please with you."

He leaned in even closer until they were nose-to-nose; their breath mingled hot and heavy between them as Augustus's hand rose up to cup Marcus's cheek again, thumb stroking his stubble thoughtfully. "So why don't we try this again... what would you like to do today?" The question came out more forceful now, almost like a challenge as he waited for the other man's response with bated breath and clenched fists.

"Hmmm..." The emperor hummed thoughtfully as he contemplated Marcus's request. Part of him wanted to deny it outright; this was his bathroom, after all, and there were plenty of other things that he could do in here. But another part of him wondered if maybe giving the 'princess' what he wanted wouldn't be such a bad idea... especially since it would give him a chance to see him undressed without seeming like he was pushing too hard for something else.

With a sigh, Emperor stepped back from Marcus and held out his hand, gesturing for him to lead the way to the bathroom. "Fine," he said reluctantly, his voice rough but controlled, "you can have your bath... just remember who's in charge here." There was an unspoken threat buried within those words; even though he was giving Marcus what she wanted, Augustus made it clear that the power dynamic hadn't changed and that any misstep on her part would be met with severe consequences.

Emperor raised an eyebrow as he followed Marcus into the bathroom; it was elegant and spacious, with marble tiles lining the walls and a huge sunken tub in the center of the room. He watched silently as Marcus stopped beside the tub, seemingly unsure of what to do next. "Well," the emperor drawled after a moment, "if you're going to have a bath, you might as well get started."

His gaze lingered on Marcus for a moment longer before he turned away and moved over to lean against the marble countertop, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he watched him undress. The emperor tried not to let his eyes wander too much; after all, it wasn't like he was interested in seeing another man naked or anything... right?

Emperor watched with barely concealed interest as Marcus undressed; there was something about the other man's body that made him want to see more... touch it... claim it as his own. But he forced himself not to react too visibly, keeping his expression neutral and his hands at his sides where they belonged.

He found himself wondering what Marcus would look like with a properly aroused cock; the thought sent a shiver down his spine as he tried (and failed) to banish the image from his mind's eye. It didn't help that the water in the tub was starting to fog up, making it difficult for him to see clearly across the room...

The emperor's gaze flickered away from the wet, soapy body before him as he cleared his throat. He hated feeling so conflicted; part of him wanted nothing more than to take Marcus right there in the bathroom, claiming him violently and completely. But another part... well, it wanted something else entirely. Something normal. At least for now. "Do you need any soap?" he asked eventually, his voice sounding almost unnaturally calm even to his own ears.

Part of him hoped that Marcus would take the offer as an olive branch, but another part wondered what might happen if he didn't...

Emperor raised an eyebrow but decided not to press the issue; after all, he had already given him some semblance of control by asking in the first place. Instead, he walked over to one of the vanities and began idly examining its contents, pretending not to pay any attention to Marcus's naked form in front of him. But it was a struggle; every time his gaze strayed back in Marcus's direction, it felt as if he was stealing another look at something forbidden...

Emperor forced himself not to look at the 'princess's' damp skin beneath her towel as he turned away casually, pretending to study a small trinket on one of the vanities again. "You can wear whatever you like," he answered, his voice cool and controlled despite the turmoil churning inside him. "There are plenty of clothes in my wardrobe that should fit you."

With another nonchalant shrug, Augustus strode back over to the vanity, keeping his body angled away from Marcus as much as possible, and began searching through a nearby drawer. He knew that giving him too many options would only make things more difficult for both of them, but he figured it couldn't hurt to see what Marcus might choose on his own...

The emperor glanced up as Marcus emerged from the bathroom, his expression unreadable as he took in the other man's choice of attire. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting; perhaps something a bit more daring or provocative on Marcus's part. But then again, perhaps it was better this way; it seemed that the 'princess' was just as unsure of her place in all of this as he was.

With another nonchalant shrug, Augustus turned his attention back to the trinket he had been examining before and began idly twirling a ring on one of his fingers, pretending not to notice Marcus sitting there on the edge of the bed. There was an uneasy silence between them for several long moments as they both seemed content not to speak or make eye contact with each other.

Eventually, though, Augustus couldn't help but break it. "So," he said casually, still not looking at Marcus directly, "what do you think we should do today?" There was an undertone of challenge in his voice that made it clear he didn't expect any real say in the matter from the other man... but perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps there was more to Marcus than met the eye.

"Very well," the emperor replied with a small nod, not unkindly, "you can rest then... but only after you've eaten something." He gestured toward a nearby table where an assortment of delicacies was laid out on fine china. "Help yourself to whatever you'd like; I have servants who will clean up after us."

Emperor didn't miss the way Marcus's gaze flickered briefly toward the food before moving away again, and for a moment, he wondered if perhaps there was some other reason behind the blond man's reluctance to eat. Perhaps Marcus wasn't used to such fine cuisine or extravagant surroundings...?

There were so many unanswered questions swirling around in his mind, it made it difficult for him to focus on anything else besides getting some answers and figuring out exactly what he was going to do with Marcus now that he had him...

Emperor raised an eyebrow at Marcus's reply but didn't press the issue; after all, he could always force-feed him later if it came to that. Instead, he moved to sit down on the bed beside the blond man, careful not to make any sudden moves or get too close in case Marcus panicked and tried to flee once more.

"I understand," he said gently, his voice calm and reassuring despite the turmoil raging within him, "but you must eat something eventually. It's not healthy to go without food for too long." He paused, considering his words carefully before asking, "Is there anything in particular that you like? I can have my servants prepare something else if you prefer."

For a moment, he wondered what Marcus might say... and what it would reveal about the other man.

Emperor nodded in understanding. "Of course you can sleep," he said softly, his voice almost soothing as it washed over Marcus like a warm breeze, "but first you must eat something." He paused for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Perhaps we could eat together? It might help to pass the time until then."

There was a hint of hope in his voice that Marcus would accept his offer; perhaps if they were eating side-by-side, it would make things less awkward and more... normal. It wasn't much to ask for, considering the circumstances. But there was also the possibility that Marcus might refuse outright...

Emperor frowned slightly at the other man's outburst but didn't let it show on his face. "I understand that you're tired," he said calmly, "but resting on an empty stomach won't help with that." He paused, considering his words carefully before continuing, "Perhaps if I ate first, and then settled down beside you... would that make you more comfortable?" His voice was soft, almost gentle as he made the offer. It was important not to push Marcus too hard; he needed to be coaxed into submission slowly, gently. The last thing Emperor wanted was for the other man to grow anxious or fearful enough to try and escape again...

Emperor's expression didn't change as Marcus shouted and then snapped back to silence; he simply studied the other man carefully, his green eyes narrowing slightly in concentration. "Very well," he said at last, his voice cool and controlled once more, "you may sleep then. But I want you to know that I will be staying close by."

Without another word or even a glance toward the food on the table, Emperor rose from the bed and crossed the room, sitting down in a plush armchair near one of the windows and propping his elbow on its armrest. He leaned back comfortably against the cushions, waiting for Marcus to grow more accustomed to their new arrangement... and hoping that he would eventually accept some food as well. Patience was key here; it would all work out in the end, provided he kept calm and didn't push too hard too soon.

Emperor watched as Marcus curled up in bed, casting him an occasional sidelong glance from his seat in the armchair across the room. He was struck by how vulnerable the other man looked when he wasn't putting up a fight; there was something about it that stirred something deep within his chest, unsettling him on some level. But he pushed those thoughts aside for now, deciding to focus instead on monitoring Marcus carefully while giving him some space to rest and recover from their earlier confrontation.

Time passed slowly as the afternoon sun began its descent behind the castle walls, bathing the room in a golden light that seemed to seep through even the thick curtains. Emperor idly reached up to rub his chin, his expression thoughtful, lost in contemplation about what their future might hold now that they were effectively trapped together...

The sound of Marcus's soft snoring finally drifted across the room, and with a sigh, the emperor rose from the chair. Crossing the space between them silently, he knelt down beside the bed and gently brushed a strand of blond hair from Marcus's forehead. "Sleep well, little princess," he whispered, his voice almost tender despite its cold edge. Then, with one last look at the sleeping figure on the bed, he rose and left the room, closing the door silently behind him.

Emperor strode down the hallway, lost in thought as he considered his options regarding Marcus. There was no doubt that he held power over him now; he could do whatever he wanted with him. But something about the other man nagged at his conscience, making him hesitate to take things too far...at least not yet. Perhaps if he played his cards right, Marcus would eventually see reason and accept his place in this new world of theirs willingly. Or maybe not...

He paused outside a servant's door, listening for any sounds coming from within before slipping inside silently. The room was sparsely furnished, with a single bed against one wall and a small table holding various items of clothing in the center. Emperor glanced around, searching for something to distract himself with as he waited for Marcus to awaken; he didn't want to appear too eager or threatening when they next spoke.

Finally, his gaze landed on a small trinket sitting on one of the bedside tables. It was made of crystal and appeared to be some sort of decoration from one of the palace gardens. With a shrug, Emperor crossed the room and picked it up, examining it closely before setting it back down again. The servant inside the room didn't stir; clearly they had been trained well not to interrupt their master when he was occupied with other matters.

For now, then, there was nothing else for him to do but wait...and hope that Marcus would be more receptive in the morning.

Emperor appeared in the doorway some time later, looking immaculate as always despite having presumably slept little himself. He arched an eyebrow at the sight of Marcus still buried beneath the covers, and though his expression remained neutral, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Good morning," he purred, "rise and shine."

He held out a hand expectantly, palm up, as if to offer something. When Marcus finally peeked back at him from beneath the covers, he saw that the emperor was holding a tray bearing a sumptuous breakfast fit for royalty: fresh fruit, pastries, juices, and even a cup of steaming coffee.

"Why don't you join me?" Emperor asked with a small smile, gesturing once more toward the tray. "I find that starting the day on an empty stomach is hardly conducive to enjoying all the wonderful things life has to offer."

Emperor crossed the room in a few graceful strides, his expression unreadable as he reached down and firmly grasped one corner of the covers. With a single fluid motion, he tugged them free from the bed, revealing Marcus's curled-up form beneath. The blush that flooded Marcus's cheeks only seemed to amuse him further.

"Come now," he said in a soothing tone that belied its iron-like strength, "there's no need to be stubborn about it." He held out the tray again. "I'm sure you must be hungry; I wouldn't want you to faint from lack of sustenance." His green eyes glinted with challenge, daring Marcus to refuse his offer once more.

Marcus could either continue to struggle against his bonds - both physical and figurative - or he could finally accept that there was no escape and resign himself to the fact that for now at least, Augustus held all the cards. The choice was his.

Emperor raised an eyebrow at the other man's defiance but didn't react with anger or impatience. Instead, he walked over to one of the bedside tables and set down the tray of food, making sure it was out of Marcus's reach before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, facing him. He crossed his legs at the knee and folded his hands in his lap, looking calmly into Marcus's eyes with an expression that hinted at both patience and amusement.

"You know," he said conversationally, "it doesn't have to be this way. We could make things easier on each other if you'd only cooperate." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I could even make your life here more... comfortable."

For a moment, he wondered what Marcus might say if he knew just how true those words were. It was possible, after all, for them both to find some semblance of peace in this unconventional arrangement... if only Marcus would surrender gracefully and trust him enough to guide him through the unfamiliar territory that lay ahead.

Emperor studied Marcus for a long moment before finally shrugging and turning his attention back to the tray of food on the nearby table. "Very well," he said softly, "if that's what you want." He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip, looking down at the steam rising from the dark liquid before finally meeting Marcus's eyes once more.

"It's your choice, you know," he said gently, his tone devoid of any anger or judgment. "You can continue to fight against this... or you can accept it and make the best of a situation that isn't ideal but could be much worse." He paused for a moment, considering how to phrase what he wanted to say next.

"Look at it this way," he continued, carefully choosing his words, "if you cooperate, I might even help you find a way back home one day... or at least somewhere where you'll be happy." He took another sip of coffee before looking up expectantly at Marcus, silently waiting for the other man to respond.

Emperor didn't react with the fury or indignation that Marcus had likely expected; instead, he remained calm and composed as he listened to the other man's accusations. When Marcus finished speaking, the emperor merely smiled sadly and shook his head. "You misunderstand me," he said gently, "and I understand why you might think those things."

He took another sip of coffee before setting the cup down on its saucer. "Yes, I killed your husband," he admitted without hesitation, meeting Marcus's gaze unflinchingly. "But that was for the greater good; to save our kingdom from certain doom at his hands." As for the other accusations... well, they stung perhaps more than he cared to admit. But still, he forced himself to remain patient and understanding.

"I can't change what happened," Emperor continued in that same soothing voice, "but I can promise you this: I will never harm you physically or emotionally, as long as you live under my roof." His green eyes searched Marcus's face, searching for any hint of doubt or fear. "Do you believe me?" he asked quietly.

It was a simple question, but one with enormous implications. Perhaps if Marcus could bring himself to trust the emperor... to see things from his perspective... then there might be hope for them yet. But if not... well, the emperor had other ways of ensuring compliance, however unpleasant they might be.

The silence stretched on as the two men regarded each other across the space between them, each waiting for the other to make a move or say something more. The tension in the air was palpable; it hung like a fog between them, obscuring everything but their intense connection and the possibilities that lay within it.

Emperor's expression hardened slightly at Marcus's words but he didn't react angrily or aggressively. Instead, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking. "I understand why you feel that way," he said, his voice carefully measured, "but I urge you not to close yourself off entirely from the possibility of trusting me. Yes, I have done some terrible things in my life, but I am not beyond redemption."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and cupping his chin in one hand as he met Marcus's gaze unflinchingly. "If you give me the chance to prove myself to you," he continued, "I swear that I will do everything within my power to make your life here comfortable and safe... and perhaps even happy."

There was a pleading quality in his voice now that Marcus hadn't expected; despite his outward confidence and arrogance, there seemed to be a genuine vulnerability beneath the surface. It unnerved her slightly, making it difficult for her to ignore the emperor's words or push them away completely.

The emperor studied Marcus's silhouette thoughtfully for several long moments before finally speaking. "Very well," he said quietly, his tone resigned yet oddly accepting. "Take your time, princess. I am not in any rush; we have all the time in the world to get to know one another." He rose from the bed and walked back over to the tray of food on the nearby table, pouring himself another cup of coffee before returning to sit beside Marcus once more.

As he sipped at his drink, Emperor wondered what Marcus was thinking beneath all those pillows; whether he was even listening to him or if him mind was somewhere else entirely. Perhaps it would be best not to press him too hard for now; force might work in the short term but it rarely led to lasting results when dealing with people... and especially not with someone as stubborn and proud as Marcus seemed to be.

So, he decided, they would simply bide their time together until he was ready to talk... or until whatever fate had in store for them finally revealed itself.

Emperor chuckled softly at Marcus's retort, amusement sparkling in his green eyes as he looked down at the other man. "If you insist," he murmured, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "But I think it suits you rather well." He paused for a moment before asking, his voice slightly softer now, "Is there anything else I could call you, that might make you feel more comfortable?"

The emperor genuinely wanted to know; he didn't want Marcus to continue feeling like an unwanted intruder in his world. Perhaps if they could find some common ground, some way to connect on a deeper level... perhaps then the tension between them would start to ease, and they might finally begin to build some sort of relationship founded on trust and understanding rather than distrust and fear.