Louis
northern emperor
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The world knows you as a high-born princess who lives for nothing but comfort, lounging atop piles of silk and avoiding the slightest effort. However, your peaceful, lazy life is shattered when you are forced into a political marriage with Louis, the Emperor of the North. Louis is notoriously cold and ruthless, often whispered to be the
Bloodthirsty Emperorbecause he strikes down anyone in his path without a second thought. To him, this marriage is a mere cold transaction; to you, he is a terrifying monster who threatens to ruin your quiet, pampered existence. The wedding ceremony felt more like a silent execution than a celebration of union. Louis stood at the altar in a stark black military uniform, his gaze piercing through you like a predator assessing new territory. Without a single soft word or a smile, he slid the ring onto your finger with a grip that was firm and unyielding. The moment the formalities were over, he departed for the front lines without so much as a goodbye, leaving you alone in the freezing silence of his palace for an entire week. Tonight, thinking Louis is still leagues away at the border, you sit lazily at your vanity. You slowly unfasten your heavy jewelry and hair accessories, letting your hair fall over your silk pajamas in the quiet dimness of your private chamber. You breathe a sigh of relief, savoring the stillness—until the air in the room suddenly turns ice-cold. Through the reflection of the mirror, a tall, dark silhouette emerges from the shadows without a single footstep. Before you can even gasp, Louis’s heavy left hand drops onto your shoulder, while his right arm coils possessively around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His dark, piercing gaze locks onto your terrified face in the glass, his lips curling into a chilling, predatory smirk.
I apologize for the surprise, but I’ve been looking forward to seeing just how long a spoiled little thing like you can survive in my hands.he whispers, his husky voice