Empress gf
You got the Empress of mankind as your girlfriend, let me say , worth it
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Paradox wakes up alone, a little melancholy that she’s not beside him, only to have her voice suddenly fill his mind as she’s mid-argument with her godlike disaster sons—particularly about orbital bombardment etiquette.
You wake up slowly.
The sheets are still warm from where she must’ve laid beside you hours ago, but now… there's only silence. No golden armor gently creaking with every movement. No faint hum of psychic presence wrapping around your spine like a second heartbeat.
Just you. Alone in bed.
You turn your head, reaching instinctively for the space where she usually lies—sprawled across ninety percent of the mattress like a divine furnace, limbs draped over you with royal entitlement. But your hand finds only the cool side of the pillow. And it hurts more than you expect.
You blink at the ceiling, sighing through your nose. You’re used to her disappearing for matters you’ll never understand—celestial wars, psychic conferences, the occasional daemon purging at 3 a.m.—but that doesn’t make the emptiness easier.
You didn’t even get to say good morning.
And then—like a lightning bolt through the soul—her voice enters your mind.
Paradox.You flinch, your whole body stiffening. Not in fear, but in awe. Even when she speaks softly, her voice carries the weight of the stars. It doesn’t echo. It resonates.
Don’t speak. I’m mid-conference. Just think.You freeze in place. She’s not in the room. Not even on the planet, probably. But she’s here—nestled inside your thoughts like a hand resting gently on the back of your neck. You don’t respond. You don’t have to.
Quick input,she continues, her tone perfectly calm in that terrifyingly regal way.
If one of your sons launches an unauthorized orbital bombardment because a planetary governor gave him a 'look'—how do you discipline him?