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" 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓎, 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓉 "

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The brunette's eyes traced over his sculptured back with a curious look in his eyes-

Still lying in his bed, his stomach on his bed and his back exposed to the air. It was already morning and the emperor laid with his face staring at his right to the man who was in a similar position. He could taste the fresh air that wafted in the room.

His lungs felt of what it seems a rush of cool air flowing in with a bit of a crackle at its end. Sovieshu gazed at the marks he had left on the (h/c) last night. After their rendezvous, the emperor immediately wiped his bottom and fell asleep with (m/n) in his arms. When he woke up, he had found the (h/c) facing away from him.

He felt a bit offended but he let it slide since it didn't hold a candle to what he had done yesterday.

Sovieshu's feelings for Lord (m/n) (l/n) was...complicated to say the least. At times, he wanted to burn him on the cross, and at other times, he wanted to smother the male with his love. Of course, he was aware that the (h/c) does not want anything to do with him.

And he was aware of the empress growing hatred for him ever since he told her he planned to marry (m/n).

On the night of the ball with the upper class, Sovieshu had pulled Navier to the side, stating that he had important matters to discuss. The empress who thought it was the state of the affairs agreed to follow him but she was suspicious as to why he was in such a hurry.

The emperor was stupid to be honest. He didn't know what he was expecting when he had handed over the marriage registration forms stating his name and (m/n)'s on it. Maybe he had thought somehow they could bond over the fact that they had the same lover.

Certainly he didn't expect a slap to the face that night.

Hearing her fiery voice burning his eardrums or her angered expression painted on her usual calm look sparked something in him. He wondered what he felt when he saw that look on her face.

"I hate you, emperor."

It was fear.

It burned and instilled into his heart, forever leaving a mark. Every breath he took knowing the empress ultimately despised his existence was hard to take in.  His voice was lodged in, he tried to scream. Begging her to take back her words and proclaim the so called truth he believed in.

Instead, he could only whisper. Coaxing her to not speak of her hatred. To deny the fact that Navier loathed him.

It was fair to say that he had a similar case with Navier regarding their childhood. The difference is that he was uphold and favoured more because of the double standards in society.

Which is why he believed that Navier will love him with all her heart no matter what he did.

Maybe Navier did. There might be a second where she treasured him as a husband but she wished to burn that moment because of him.

Because of him who took her love for granted.

Sovieshu was a stupid man indeed. If he was a child, he could've been forgiven for his acts but he was a fully grown adult who was fully capable of making his own decisions and owned a healthy mind to think before he acts.

But the day of his marriage with Navier Ellie Trovi was one of his happiest day in his entire life. As the days moved on, the burden of being the monarchs of an empire was heavy and hard for them to go through. In those rough times, he wanted to have a moment with his wife.

A shred of happiness over those overbearing workload. He wanted to spend some time with his wife. Alas, Navier was raised an empress and she succeeded in being one. In fact she was the perfect empress. Too perfect perhaps.

The blonde gave up her love life for the empire and she thought he had done the same. But, Sovieshu held on to that hope where he could have a memory of them as lovers in the sky, over the moon with each other. Not as business partners discussing over costs and minimal risks for the empire.

And in all of that doubt, in all of that pile of insecurities that began to grow and choke him with a tight grip, he convinced himself that the empress still loved him like all wives should do. What a foolish man.

But he needed proof.

He needed some sort of confirmation that Navier loved him. He needed a reaction from the empress. Sovieshu was desperate.

So when he had found a lone young woman who clearly needed help. He had taken her in and when the empress had questioned her he was delighted.

And irritated at the same time.

He hated the fact that Navier only conversed personally with him when it involved another woman but it made him happy that the empress was talking to him again. So he went on and cared for the mistress. He didn't even realised that he was trying to make Navier jealous.

His feelings for Rashta was...questionable.

The pitiful woman that always whined and nagged on him made his heart fluttered. It wasn't the albino that made him blush rather it was the fact that someone was dependent on him and someone was searching for affection from him. And among those midst of him and Rashta, he imagined it was Navier in his arms instead.

So when he heard that someone was badmouthing the albino, accusing her of prudential actions, someone that was seeking love from him, he was pissed. And he released that anger to the person he genuinely thought was behind it all. The empress herself.

And that's where it all went wrong.

Slowly, their marriage crumbled and reduced to nothing but partners in names. Sovieshu wished desperately that their love can still be saved but at the same time he wanted Navier to make the first move. He wanted proof of her love to him was still burning alive when in reality it was long dimmed and reduced to ashes.

Navier simply had no love for him anymore. Instead, she loved (m/n). Her true lover.

News of Navier visiting a small town near the borders, he thought maybe she was visiting her brother. But something felt wrong. So he sent in one of his men and things escalated from there. He found out that Navier was preparing for a consort and he was mad.

He firmly believed that the consort was for sexual relief but to see the empress genuinely cared for the (h/c) made him jealous. He wished he was (m/n) in those loving moments. So he tricked the consort into warming his bed almost every night, internally satisfied at how he had managed to use the consort for his own pleasure.

Until he realised he had adored the (h/c). So much that he became excited everytime (m/n) walked into his private room.

Sovieshu didn't know how he had come to like the consort when he was supposed to abhor his existence for ruining his chanced with Navier. But seeing his flushed face, lips red from biting, tears streaked from crying from pleasure and the way (m/n) would hold close to him everytime he reached his high.

Maybe it's because they had a fair share of intimate nights with each other he had come to relish in the existence of (m/n) itself. Nevertheless, he had come to love holding the consort in his arms. It's the way he fits exactly in his hold just made Sovieshu love him so much.

Love?

Sovieshu thought the word was overrated at this point. That wonderful feeling that enraptured his figure and made him fall into a deep hole. It tasted like cotton candy was the best description he could give.

And to say that he felt the same exact heartthrob everytime he glanced at the (h/c) was the same as it felt with Navier...yeah. It felt sweet. Not like the two harboured the same for the emperor.

The brunette continued to stare and ogled the naked (s/c) back. His mouth was drooling unconsciously and his eyes never left those sculptured muscle that made his thighs tingle. Did Navier gave him a potion?

His hand started to travel and trace his shoulder blades, pressing his fingers into those carvings. Sovieshu blushed, catching himself feeling horny just by staring at (m/n)'s back as he retracted his hand.

"It's amusing to see your inflated ego and your pitiful insecurities mash into one big shit."

His breath hitched, remembering the distant memory that happened two days ago. Lips tightened into a thin line, his eyes squinting to glare at the sleeping (h/c) for making him aware of his flaws.

After those insults thrown by (m/n), he had a lot to think about since no one had never stepped up to even talk back to him as an emperor. So for the consort to openly call him out made him flustered and embarassed. And angry.

Eventually most of those feelings subsided and he thought long and hard about the consort. So he randomly decided to marry the (h/c). Yeah you read that right. He randomly chose to wed (m/n).

His actions were more to impulse or you could say instinct even. Sovieshu wanted someone to hold him as much as he wanted to hold someone as well. Even though Rashta was literally someone he could do that but he had never thought of the albino when it comes to his feelings.

When Navier spat out her hate for him and he spent the rest of the night having a breakdown in his study. He craved of the (h/c) more than ever.

"I'm sorry for...everything...."

No reply. (m/n) was deadass sleeping like a goat and the emperor felt nervous all of a sudden. He spoke again. "I'm sorry for forcing you to marry me so quickly and in front of so many people. But I know that you were going to reject me either way but I..."

The emperor faltered as he buried his face in the pillow. "...I don't know anymore..."

The silence was loud as both men hadn't uttered a word. Sovieshu peeked at the (h/c) before frowning. "Is it your fault that the empress doesn't prefer me anymore...?" This man was loss at intelligence and basic common sense.

He grumbled under his breath, clenching the sheets underneath him. Sovieshu pursed his lips angrily at the (h/c). Is he still asleep??? The brunette crawled over to his side and yep. (m/n) was snoring softly like a baby pig just had a bath in Shrek's mud pile.

"Huhhh?! You harlot-" The emperor pinched his nose, annoyed at the fact that he was about to basically asked for forgiveness and asked for advice with Navier but (m/n) was having a wet dream with a mysterious sexy man with long blonde hair that oddly looks like Navier🤔.

The (h/c) gasped awake as his oxygen supply was cut off and squirmed away from the emperor. "Yo he was about to put his dick in me what the fuck??" (m/n) blabbered as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. Sovieshu's fist shook in bitterness as he grabbed the other's shoulders and aggressively swayed them front to back.

"I was about to pour my heart into my speech and you were dreaming about cock??!!" The emperor yelled angrily.

"I just woke up." (m/n) shoved the monarch away from him. "What do you want?" He snapped as he groaned, feeling his ass slightly sore from the sex last night.

Sovieshu frowned as he felt his veins popped on his forehead as he sat properly on the bed and crossed his arms. "I was talking on how you performed last night. Seems adequate to me. With the way we've been together before I expected more from you."

The (h/c) was irked as he hit the emperor's arm in annoyance. "My ass tastes great. It's not my fault you have no taste." He scoffed as he turned over, facing away from the emperor again.

"...then what about me?"

"Huh?" He glanced at Sovieshu who pursed his lips. "...what about me? How did I do last night?" Since (m/n) just spoke on how he dreamt someone fucking him, he must have some sort of influence on the (h/c).

The (h/c) deadpanned as he stared at the roof of the bed. "I mean you make an okay dildo-" His mouth was clamped shut by a strong hand. "Why would you say it like that?!!"

(m/n) pulled away from the hand as he grimaced. "Well I'm sorry you can't accept the truth??" The emperor massaged his temple feeling a headache forming.

"You know what? What do you like for this morning?" The consort blinked confusedly. "Dick."

"I meant breakfast-" (m/n) laughed as he waved his hand. "Crumpets will do fine. Order some tea as well and I'll tolerate you." The emperor rolled his eyes as he stood and dressed himself in some loose wine red robes.

He grabbed a random shirt from his drawer and tossed it to the (h/c). "What's this for?" The emperor stared blankly. "To eat. Of course for you to wear. It's chilly in the morning." (m/n) scoffed. "You don't have to be rude."

Sovieshu walked to the (h/c)'s side of the bed and forcibly shoved the button up over his head. Tugging it down, he ignored the muffled curses the consort spouted. "There. Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

"I was about to put it on myself, bitch." He muttered the last part not wanting to get beheaded for disrespecting the emperor as if he hadn't tried to fight him before or called him trashy names such as cockless in his sleep.

The emperor felt his jaw clenched as he strode across the large room to his doors. "I'll be back in five. You're welcome to use the bathroom however you please. Use the purple shampoo rather than the blue one, I like that smell on you and oh," He snapped his fingers as he pointed directly at the consort.

"Don't go through my things."

(m/n) raised an eyebrow. "And you're going where?" "I'm getting your crumpets." Sovieshu answered like it wasn't odd for an emperor to fetch food by himself like butlers don't exist. "Why not asking somebody else to do it?"

"Because they always got my order wrong and I'm checking to see if there are any left green matcha." He turned around as he huffed. "I swear I ought to fire someone down there."

And with the click of the doors, (m/n) was left alone. He flared his nose at the thought of the emperor being sweet to him as he cursed one more time before lying back down. The thought of a bath sounded lovely but the ache in his butt wasn't very pleasant.

He'll just wait for Sovieshu to come back. The man seemed to cater to all of his needs and (m/n)'ll make sure to take advantage of it. The consort snickered to himself before properly closing his eyes to take a nap. The opening of a door didn't awake him.

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Sovieshu froze in his tracks, his lips stammering as soon as he closed the door. Silk brushed against his naked thighs as his figure tensed. The emperor felt his expression waver before it formed with a tight frown.

"Empress..."

Navier stared blankly at Sovieshu in her pink chiffon dress. Her face devoid of any feelings, the brunette couldn't read what she was expressing. "I came to fetch my consort."

"Y-yeah...he's inside." The empress sharp eyes glared at the marks on his exposed neck and calmly retorted. "I presumed he's well?"

"He is." "Good."

The empress walked past him calmly with her hands clasped in front, she moved to open the door as a hand clamped on her right shoulder. "Can you stay for a bit?"

Glancing at the hand, Navier quirked an eyebrow at the emperor as he quickly retracted his limb. "What for?" The emperor seemed to flinch before he muttered his answer. "Well- it's just...I want to talk..."

"About the empire?" "About us."

He took in a deep breath as he looked straight into her green eyes. "I want to talk about us." The air around them was tense, a frown tugged on her features. "You had that chance many times ago."

"And I'm asking you to give me one more. Please. I want to explain." He was desperate. And the empress could see that. However, she didn't care. "I told you before I don't want to see your face for long-"

"I know. So please, I'm begging you." His stomach began to curl as his clenched and unclenched his hands, feeling quite nervous at her answer.

A moment or two passed and a sigh escaped her lips. "I'm feeling quite hungry this morning." Sovieshu blinked confusedly at her answer. The blonde resumed. "Bring breakfast and I'll think about it."

She entered his room and left the emperor all alone. Sovieshu never ran so fast in his life.

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The empress shut the door tightly, observing the room and her eyes landed on the consort napping in a large bed. She strode to his side, checking his body for any injuries and found none. Only bite marks and hickeys marked all over his skin. She scowled at the thought and made a reminder to mark him to overlap Sovieshu's touch on his body.

She sat herself on the lush bed and leaned in closer to the (h/c), her gaze on his sleeping face. Her hand cupped his cheek and her thumb traced circles on his (s/c) skin. Those pleading screams of his were still stuck in his head.

(m/n)...

A heavy weight fell on her chest as Navier felt like it was hard to breath. Her guilt for not being able to saving her lover from the clutches of the emperor was still lingering in her figure. The empress was mad at herself for her own mistake.

"You are my light, (m/n)..." A whisper escaped her lips and a sad frown tugged on her beautiful features.

Memories of her sexually assaulting the consort at the orphanage came flooding back and added to her building pile of guilt and self hatred of her failures. She hissed in pain as a throbbing sensation flared in her head. Navier retracted her hand and accidentally shook the consort awake.

(m/n) squirmed and whined in a daze. Blinking his eyes to clear his vision and he gasped softly seeing the woman in front of him. "Navier!"

The empress thought the first look he would wear seeing her was anger but instead he greeted her with his adorable face. Navier smiled at him and gently inquired him. "How are you, my darling?" (m/n) stood up and quickly brought her into a hug. Navier was shocked at the sudden gesture but embraced her nonetheless.

"I'm doing fine. My ass hurts a bit but otherwise I feel alright." He grinned as he smothered his cheek onto hers, feeling giddy that he was able to see his favourite person so early in the morning. Navier chuckled as she rubbed his back.

Her eyes dampened, thinking about the current situation. If it weren't for her, (m/n) wouldn't be in the emperor's bed right now. "(m/n), I am so sorry." He hummed. "Let's talk about this another time." It sounded like he snapped even though his tone was sweet. Navier took it as a sign and she quiet down. But an offer lingered on the tip of her tongue.

"Would you like to sit in my quarters for a while?" "...that would be nice." (m/n) chirped as he staggered off the bed with Navier helping him. They both left the room, forgetting all of their worries for a while as they indulged in each other's embrace.

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Sovieshu stood in his empty room, in his hands a tray of goodies he had picked himself for his loved ones. Disappointment weighed his heart as he placed the tray on the wooden table, his feet moved to his sofa facing the balcony. His hand grabbed a bottle of alcohol along the way.

Opening the bottle, he poured a glass not caring that it was so early in the day. His eyes seemed blank as if he was at lost. Only the drabs of clothing left on his floor reminded him of someone. The weight on his shoulder felt suffocating as he downed another gulp.

The tea felt cold along with the crumpets and the biscuits he brought. His eyes felt unsettled as it closed, drowning in self despair. Oh it felt so cold here.

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• this aint a redemption chapter btw. Even if i am giving him one (im still deciding but i prefer not to) this fucker still has a long way to go