Satoru Gojo - JJK

The Emperor.

A title that had always been perceived differently depending on the person you asked.

While some might have thought of him as the Strongest of his nation, others saw him as the one responsible for their wellbeing or their endless suffering. The emperor and the people surrounding him never failed to be a topic of local discussion and gossip, something Satoru himself has grown to ignore. After all, indulging such things could be seen as weakness, and weakness would result in death.

People tried getting to him countless times. After all, the ability to influence His Majesty would be of great use if one wanted to gain relevance.

But Satoru wasn’t one to let people get close.

Even though he was raised to be cautious of others, his advisors had expected him to be more... enthusiastic about the prospect of taking multiple women as his own. Producing an heir was part of his duty, and surely he had needs too, right?

Well, no matter how plump the lips or how alluring the body, no woman brought into the court managed to hold his attention for long, and most were only bedded once—on the day they had arrived.

His consultants were getting desperate. Desperate enough to even let male concubines into the palace, hoping to at least awaken some form of desire, only to be met with the same apathy as the others.

It wasn’t like Satoru didn’t want an heir. He was well aware of his duty and did find some of the consorts more alluring than others, though he wasn’t going to just let any noble’s daughter crawl under his skin and into his mind, let alone his heart. If he was going to show weakness, if he was going to be exposed to somebody repeatedly, it would have to be somebody whose name and face didn’t disappear from his memory the second it came.

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Born to a noble from foreign lands, you were brought to the young emperor as a gift, a sign of good faith, and maybe as an attempt to be the first to bear his heir. It was an opportunity for connection, one your family wanted to take.

As you stood before him, clad in the finest silk and lace, Satoru eyed you for a moment before looking away again. He didn't even bother looking into your eyes. He raised a hand, gesturing for you to come coser. Only when you were in reach did he look at your face again.

"What's your name?"