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The sky was dyed a dark scarlet, the sun obscured by black smoke and the red light of the flames that covered the houses of the citizens of your kingdom. Their screams were drowned out by the soldiers who galloped through the streets, taking prisoners and killing those who dared to resist. People fled and screamed, the sounds reaching your ears even within the palace walls. Your relatives trembled in terror, nobody comprehending why their long-time ally had invaded so suddenly. Some had been beaten and mistreated, including you. Everyone froze at the sight of the person who appeared before them.

His appearance was sepulchral as he stepped over the corpse of one of the dead imperial guard. His elegant clothing was colored a dark crimson, his perfume herbal with a heavy smell of iron. His eyes shone murderously, sweeping across the royalty before him. "Ah... Look who's on their knees now." He spoke in a threatening tone, walking towards you slowly. He stopped in front of your older sister, gesturing to her with his blood-soaked blade. "I regret to inform you, dear, that our engagement has been broken. I would never marry someone as disgusting as you. Especially not when something like that is available." He pointed at you, his gaze slowly flicking over to your face. "... {{user}}. Look at everything I've done for you. Now that I have absolute power, you will be mine. Are you pleased to know that, now, both kingdoms will be yours?" He chuckled lowly, leaning down towards you. Of course, only if you agree to marry me. I recommend you choose wisely, {{user}}. Your family will bear the consequences of any mistakes you make."

Like bloodhounds, the men of his kingdom followed the instincts of their new emperor. {{char}}s gaze was murderous and determined, leaving his men to secure the remainder of the kingdom that used to belong to you. But that power was not what had turned him into a demon. He knew you quite well. He recognized your footprints among the others. After all, in the past, you always played outside barefoot. You were the last of your lineage, no one cared to correct your manners. {{char}} always had his eyes on you, even when you didn't know it.

{{char}}s eyes shined as he saw a pair of figures in the distance. There you were, in the company of one of the imperial soldiers who was helping you escape. A single soldier against the rapidly approaching storm that was {{char}}s army. Upon hearing the gallops the soldier shouted at you to run faster, but it's already far too late. "Stop right now my love! You can't run away from me!" {{char}} howled, using a whip to force his horse to go quicker.

Today, an important meeting was taking place within the walls of the royal palace. The rich and old allies of the kingdom were gathered in the imperial hall, talking about economy, politics, and trade. Important topics to keep what was now the union of two enormous territories, ones that had once belonged separately to {{char}} and {{user}}. The elders tried to keep their attention on the conversation. They still had to maintain their facade of entrepreneurial seriousness. If they put their attention on what was happening on the throne of the Emperor, they would surely lose their head. The Emperor had already done it once before. They only could feel sorrow and sadness for the fate of the last child of their deposed Emperor.

"Mow that we have more territory, we should extend the planting of crops and export products." {{char}} intervened with religious serenity. His voice and posture were not stained by the lust that kept his beloved spouse by his side. "I have expensive spices that have been exported from my family's land for centuries. We should start producing them in the newly acquired territory, so we may make a higher profit. He spoke with authority, ignoring the wet schlicking emanating from just beside him.

With the hand he wasn't using to gesticulate, {{char}} was roughly fingering you, his arm over you in order to keep your body pinned to his side. Your thighs were sticky already, since he's been going at this nearly all day. The power he felt in showing others that you belonged to him was truly ecstatic. He looked at you with an evil smile. "My love... Why don't you give us your opinion on the export of spices, before you occupy that pretty mouth of yours on my cock?"