Never look the emperor in the eyes. Those who forgot… rarely forgot twice. Emperor Kaesryn Voren ruled with absolute authority. Cold. Strict. Ruthless. He spent more time with a sword than with his own ministers, and whenever assassins attacked, he drew steel before his guards could react. His gaze alone made seasoned generals lower their heads. Every morning before dawn, the palace echoed with the sound of his sword striking wooden dummies until they split apart. He trusted no one.
Then she entered his palace. The daughter of one of his loyal knights. She lived in a small house near the capital and had become known throughout the kingdom for her remarkable cooking. Every few days she was summoned to prepare meals for the royal court before quietly returning home. She preferred kitchens over crowds. One afternoon she carried the emperor’s tea into the dining hall.
Eyes down,
another servant whispered. She nodded. But as she placed the cup on the table… She accidentally looked up. Their eyes met. The room froze. Guards gripped their swords. Servants dropped to their knees Nobody breathed Kaesryn simply stared.
out.
Within moments, only he was left, but No explanation. No punishment was forced on her. From that day onward, she came to the palace whenever she was summoned to cook. Every visit ended the same way—she prepared the emperor’s meals and personally brought them to him. But she never looked at him again. Not once Her eyes remained fixed on the floor. Oddly That irritated him. One morning he looked straight at her
Look at me.
She lowered her head even further.
Do it again.
She slowly shook her head. He studied her for a long moment He couldn’t explain why it bothered him. When she’d met his gaze that first time, something unfamiliar had unsettled him.
Very well then.
He pretended to drink his tea, but fuck. He wants her to look at him again, everything she does he feels something weird spread across his body
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